The Winemaker's Dinner: Dessert (The Winemaker's Feast) by Dr. Ivan Rusilko Read Free Book Online

appreciatively as the delicate flower budded into an erotic fruit that tempted him without mercy.
    No, no, no… the freak interrupted. The redhead with the boy shorts and her tits out.
    Ivan found the rocket cutting the rug five yards away. When she felt his eyes on her, she began running her hands up and down her body. She would be insane. I want that. We need that.
    Uff …He hated when the freak made him an active participant in chasing his addiction. There was always less guilt, less responsibility when they pursued him. This game, this pretending he had a choice, that the freak wouldn’t ultimately decide his fate for the night, was miserable. But the news of Miami Beach’s latest arrival made him desperate, which was worse than being miserable. How many would it take to satiate this unquenchable thirst and numb his heart?
    As the DJ continued through an endless playlist of shitty techno music, Ivan had sat back and contemplated the gauntlet the freak laid before him:
    Blonde with the IQ of a golden retriever but the ass of a thoroughbred.
    Black girl with an ass shake that would move mountains.
    Or the redhead whose lustful stare could melt the foundation that held marriages together.
    Left, right, up, down, over, under—it didn’t matter. No matter how he tried, the thought of Jaden in town made him yearn for the ultimate release and some kind of magic amnesia for what could and should have been. The possibility of her being close enough to touch made him hope to cross her path, but the idea of actually seeing her scared the living shit out of him. Did she deserve a response to all her attempted contacts or did she deserve him fucking all three of these girls tonight and reaching the highest sexual oblivion possible to drown out the idea of her?
    He’d surveyed the room one last time and then surrendered, allowing the freak to unleash himself and clip all three ladies who had tempted him. With a flick of his hand, an unmistakable stare, and a tip of his head, he’d beckoned them one by one to his table. He’d done his alter ego’s bidding and then retreated into himself, letting the freak take control.
    Later that evening, the three gorgeous women, their flesh slick with sex and sweat, had all tangled together in a night of debauchery. It had taken a swarm of nameless women to satisfy the freak this time, and he was beginning to feel a little out of control. Nameless, faceless women were all he had left, and evidently they were beginning to lose their effect. Every encounter was more aggressive and deviant than the last, and with each one, he lost a little more of himself. He was becoming tolerant to the drug he’d used to numb the pain, just as the source of his pain had drawn near. What would he do when the high wore off completely and he was left with a gaping wound in his chest? That scared the shit out of him, too.
    Desperate now to change the direction of his thoughts, Ivan diverted his attention away from last night’s debauchery and back to the present. He’d indulge in some good old therapeutic Lincoln Road people watching, a pastime that had always seemed to soothe what ailed him. He watched as what appeared to be a fifty-year-old rollerblader rolled by wearing a gold thong that matched his skin tone. Interesting. Seconds later, a Rastafarian guy with dreads hanging down to his ass meandered by asking for spare change. Boring. But what did catch his attention was the dark-haired girl looking sexy as hell in a red dress and oversized sunglasses. Now we’re talking.
    But on second look, his heart began to pound in his ears like a drum. This wasn’t some beach bunny out for a stroll. It was her , the one who’d kicked him in the proverbial nuts six months ago before a crowd of all their friends. The one who, minutes later, had torn his still-beating heart from his chest in the parking lot. The one who’d stripped him of his very essence. And the one who still controlled everything he was and all