SINNERS - 10

Milady

Flashing neon lights of various shades, jam, lemon, hot Pink. The numerous people in the club didn’t harbour any responsibilities when they arrive, this place disfigured their obligations and made them bathe in the bliss of the night. Its other-worldly atmosphere attracted them endlessly, to thrive on the moments of escaping into the vibrations of the music and continuous flow of alcohol through the bloodstream, enveloping insensibility that they craved.

The scent of perspiration and booze layered in the club as people grinded against each other, their brain molecules slipping away at each sip.

Surprisingly, this scenery isn’t worth savouring. Although I didn’t have much of a choice since this is where my next assignment is.

‘Are you having a good time?’ his croaky voice asked.

‘Yes, I am,’ I sweetly replied, batting my eyelashes to appear flattered by his presence.

Callous fingers started to drift upon my exposed thigh, hazelnut curls disappearing within the luminosity of the club and pecan eyes that were dipped in grace. Physically, he is attractive with the stubble that adorned his skin and a well - built physique. Somehow, each factor became compared with my Boss. The drastic difference, broad shoulders, potency of power and striking features of a Greek god. All those were bonuses to his persona but what enthralled me, is his malevolent side, the monstrosity that he truly embraced. Now that is a massive turn on.

The creature is beyond chaotic, he created destruction upon his path. Each moment would pass and I would catch a glimpse of his villainous nature. It Didn’t surprise me that sparks would alight in my stream at his despoliation, only fascination towards the wicked. A strong combination of detestation and lust left me unhinged, utterly bewildered at each emotion that graced my fibres. Do I loathe him or do I just want to F---k his brains out?

For now, the distaste for him outgrew my desire. April isn’t aware of my whereabouts and he detests the idea of allowing her to become a part of this deal, he refused to acknowledge any acceptance of her and since he restricted my contact to only him.

There couldn’t even be a phone in my grasp since he recalled the last encounter of me trying to contact April, although I had complete confidence in her abilities to stay alive, there is a riddle of doubt ever since I met him. He is vicious, barbaric and diabolical, a lethal mixture of madness.

Unpredictable and uncontrollable, that is what aroused me the most. There wasn’t a switch I could turn, his radiance of power is addicting in every form possible to my taste, each crave to lick and lather all discombobulated.

April still pegged my mind at the guilt, where is she?

‘Are you okay?’ Tony Master asked, his tone laced with concern.

My lips curled into an innocent smile, before nodding my head for his reassurance. Tony took this as a signal to discretely advance his hand further under my skimpy scarlet dress, a mischievous smirk uprooting upon my lips at his impatient demeanour. The game is finally set into motion. It took stunning features and a delicate smile to draw him into the Lion’s Den, normally my vexatious side would indulge in another adventure of manslaughter that would charge my molecules. Now, it became occupied with thoughts of April, depriving me of the sensations that erotically graced my body with each victim.

While Tony continued his approach of attempting to get closer to me, I raised my left leg upon his fingers to caress my round bum. His fingers attaching a scorching flame against my skin, stirring the friction of each touch. Each throb that would ultimately appear in my core didn’t manifest as its suppose to, instead it became replaced with guilt and such seething repulsion. Directed at two people that didn’t want to unregister from my brain. The Devil and my Best Friend.

Grinding my Teeth together with aggravation at the halt of torture I desired to inflict. A flame erupting through my blood, concentration lacking in this moment that was supposed to be rein free in glee.

This outcome was somehow predicted by My Boss since he handed me a pearl white pill, in an event that the target is unkillable by contact, the pill is needed for situations out of our control. This seemed too easy, I rather ravish myself in their blood.

In any other scenario I wouldn’t resort to this, its unprofessional in my opinion but I am not in the right mindset to deliver my original outcome. The pill is supposed to dissolve on the persons tongue for about a minute, which means if I take it on my tongue for five seconds. I should probably risk the drug escaping into my body, I’m assuming.

Slowly removing Tony’s hand, I moved my position to straddle his waist. He more than obliged to the welcome of our cores brushing together, his grasp moulding around my ass as he squeezed the flesh. This caused my eyebrow to raise at him, a smirk appeared on his juicy coral lips.

The image of draining his life is short lived, I wouldn’t be able to dive into the wonders of his skills. Adjusting my head against the crook his neck, the overpowering scent of musky cologne suffocating my senses.

Drowning out the foul cologne, I started placing feather kisses against his sweltering skin that led to a moan escaping his lips.

Drawing the tiny pill from between my breasts, I popped it onto the tip of my tongue. Instantly grabbing his face, I crashed my lips upon his. Prying those silky - smooth lips apart, he didn’t resist as I darted my tongue against his .Dropping the pill in his mouth, I locked his jaw in place with my hand as he attempted to thrash under me. Clenching my thighs tightly against him, staring into the terror that stained his eyes. Then I saw it, the life draining from his eyes. He fell limp under me as I stood up.

There wasn’t any time to waste in front of his dead body, prying my way through the oblivious crowd. Any shred of guilt didn’t faze me, there wasn’t a need to turn back and stare at my kill only to jeopardize my cover for any humanity I harboured. The exit is within my vision, only I couldn’t visibly make it out. Blurring all the things in sight, the ability to control my body slipped through my fingers at each intake of air. Black dot’s seeped through my images, blazing music becoming muffled to my ears as I dropped my heavy lids, putting them out of their misery.

A blank state of mind before all my memories started to flood and my body jolted upright, inhaling a large amount of oxygen into lungs. Blinking rapidly to adjust to my surroundings, I am in a room that is seen as prison to me. A velvety ebony dressed shirt addressed my frosty skin, the hair - raising scent of spice again adorning my skin of its addictive nature. An intoxication that I immediately knew the owner of, The Devil.

Throwing my legs off the bed, I stood up. The cool breeze nipping my skin which allowed me to discover that I could only manage to cover my ass and not my legs, without a thought in my mind. My only goal is to go into his office, with my dishevelled waves and fatigue muscles. Walking out of the room, across the hallway. In my mind, I expected a mansion from The Devil, instead it’s a gigantic penthouse that overlooked ‘Vengeance Town’. Walls dripping in beige as I steered my way to his office. Without even the manner of knocking, I barged into the dimly lit office. The cloud of smoke erupting from where he sat, on a huge hazelnut leather seat. Cuban Spice bathing the atmosphere, electrifying the ache in my core. Coffee infused waves sleeked back, dressed porcelain shirt that had the buttons undone, displaying a portion of his muscular tanned chest.

Sleeves folded up to his elbows, revealing the strain of his veins against his ripped arms. When I studied him closer, his hand could instantly snap my neck and render me lifeless, which intrigued me to no end of discovering what he could do to my body.

‘Why are you up?’ his fruity tone questioned.

‘How did I end up back here?’ I asked staring at his captivating appearance.

The smoke concealing his features seemed to evaporate as he tilted his head in my direction for the first time since I stepped into his office. Those bewitching sapphires stimulating my fibres and disrupting my thoughts. He Didn’t allow me to escape, rooting me in place with just his compelling eyes and I didn’t mind the arousal that seeped through my pores from his intense stare.

Silence filled the room. The Devil took a long drag from his cigar while I stared at his plump cherry lips that wrapped around it and blew smoke out. There wasn’t a hint of playful mischief in his alluring gaze, this time it is plastered with anger and devilry.

‘Because you failed to do your job properly, you were distracted and almost got caught,’ his monotonous voice stated.

I snorted, ‘Well, I did get the job done isn’t that what matters.’

His penetrating artic eyes darkened at my response, staring at those bloodthirsty pupils. ‘NO, the job is to make them suffer without getting caught. You did the opposite because you where distracted by other things and this is only your second job.’

Folding my arms over my chest, ‘Piss off, I did my job and he’s dead. I wouldn’t have done it in that way if you brought my friend like I had asked.’

A sinister laugh escaped his lips, ‘You are in no Damn position to demand shit from me Whore.’

‘That is the one thing I asked for and it’s been a week, why can’t I have my friend,’ I sternly asked.

‘Because you completely let this little encounter cloud your judgement and now I don’t know if you are worthy of working for me.’ he smirked.

I rolled my eyes at this statement, ‘That’s bullshit and you know it. If you really felt that way, I would be dead by now.’

A low growl escaped his lips, a wicked grin uprooting upon his lips. Shifting his demeanour to menacing, which I expected from his bipolar authoritative self.

‘Correct Love’, he stated.

‘I don’t speak Russian, how did I even end up here anyway,’ I huffed.

‘Because you took the drug, it doesn’t matter where the drug lies for seconds it still can kill you. I had to bring you back after you completely disgraced me with your work and give you the antidote,’ he angrily replied.

‘It won’t happen again,’ I gritted.

‘It won’t because the next time I will kill you,’ he stated.

I pressed my lips together to halt any sort of words that I would spill and later regret as I chewed on the inside of my cheek.

‘Will you ever get my friend?’ I questioned.

His grin grew,’ I already have her!’

My eyes widened at the statement, a sense of happiness blossomed within me and then I remembered The Devil himself wouldn’t leave her unscathed.

‘Where is she?’ I hissed.

‘Little Killer, she’s proving her loyalty,’ he smirked.

‘You mean your torturing her like what you did to me?’ I raised my eyebrow at him.

‘Precisely,’ he smiled.

At that, I couldn’t stop the endless fits of laughter escaping my lips. Clutching my stomach from the sharp pain as I neared his desk. Staring at his cold face, a satisfied smirk growing on my lips.

‘If you think my torture session was insane, you having nothing on her. She is absolutely forged from hell and you are only giving her what she wants,’ she laughed.

‘Which is?’, he nonchalantly asked.

‘She craves to feel pain, I bet at this moment you can see that her features remained stone cold and unmoving as they beat her up,’ I grinned.

He remained silent as I emitted the Truth.

‘The torture can go on for days and she will never crack,’ I added.

‘And how do you know she hasn’t,’ he confidently added.

‘Because you can’t hurt someone who doesn’t feel anything!’…