SINNERS - 11

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JACK VASILIEF

Days have passed, turning into weeks. Milady fuming, barged into my office and demanded that I let her friend out of her torture sessions, sprouting out lies of not being able to perform my jobs effectively if I do not order the release.

Utter Bullshit, if her emotions cloud her judgement then what killing machine is she? She will relinquish herself to humanity which will end her life.

She had the audacity to address me in such a disrespectful manner, better believe that ungrateful whore won’t get her friend back. Milady didn’t fear me like other women would, the Beast that resided under the surface is enough to send a woman into a spiral of agony. But her, she craved to indulge in the malevolent side.

Those emeralds sparkled with wickedness at the sight of me tormenting the weak, the vicious creature that jolted her erotic nerves.

Milady did fascinate me. The only negative aspect of moulding her into my machine is that half of her, that humanity she desperately harboured after endless killings.

Although it is never for her victims, only a few broke through her surface and now she is a murderer with emotions.

Would it cloud her judgement?

The thought crossed my mind but then an idea came to me, Milady is the definition of insane, what will become of her when I tear away everything she holds dear in her partly beating heart?

‘Little Killer, this is going to be fun,’ I grinned.

Allegra Milady

Apparently, my attractive Russian Boss decided to revaluate my contribution to his organisation. Regular visits to his office, to scream his ear off till I get April back didn’t work. It only made him less reluctant to hand me executions, the behaviour at the club with my sloppy moves and non-existent ability to take in my surroundings made him extremely pissed at me. The seething monster locked me in my room for weeks, I preferred his malicious state but not when I couldn’t indulge in every aspect that he poured.

Prisoner to my confinements, there wasn’t any distractions when it came to my plan to help April, I will not falter in my moves of retrieving her. I take accountability for my actions, she said Goodbye to this life and started afresh. Selfishly I dragged her back, without even a second glance.

I wasn’t concerned with who her captors were because she could raise hell without even uttering a word, she is that villainous. Her silence after each punch is disturbing and lethal, April is unpredictable and that made her reckless in the eyes of her victims. Personally, I knew she calculated each chance she had and the outcome of the scenario at least ten times. That’s the difference between us, April is strategic and I am temperamental.

The days of being forgotten have stopped, The Boss decided that I had to prove my Worthiness to him again. Hence, how we ended up here, at an elite gentlemen’s club. Only this time, my target didn’t repulse me in the slightest. His dominance radiated through the club, the mere sight of him had men quaking and submitting within seconds. Those stone cold dark chocolate eyes were like alcohol, as I drank them in, it made me tipsy. Raven waves that were sleeked back, drawing attention to his exquisite features. A sharp jaw line that would slice anyone who dared to touch, coral plump lips that appeared eager for any sense of skin contact.

The stubble that masked his porcelain skin created an ache to the imagination of the tingles that would strike when he is between my thighs. He Didn’t need to display his mastery, everyone knew his capabilities and didn’t dare cross his path or they would be graced with a bullet in their skull.

Warmth sprouted out of his fingers when he rested them upon my thigh, he is intoxicating with each word escaping his lips. My brain decided to replay each moment he asserted his authority and I became drunk on each moment, the power is addicting in each form.

His other hand occupied with an earthy scented cigar between his fingers, the smell resonated with rebirth and I despised it. With the scent of spice flourishing through my fibres, his cologne matching that of My Boss who completely evaded my mind. The man next to me, jumbled up my thoughts and strayed me away from the task at hand, which I didn’t mind during this time.

The allure of this sex on legs made me lick my lips and made my Treasure throb with images of him moaning my name in pleasure while his ‘Meat’ pounded into me crevices. There were different positions invading my mind and all of them ended the same way, with him buried deep inside of me. A hunger to ravish him and I always satisfying my needs. The job is to gather Intel but he didn’t specify what comes after and I sure as hell plan to come.

‘What do you mean my stocks have dwindled?’ he sternly questioned.

‘Someone has taken over, The Bellucci’s have bought out the remaining dealers and her marketing aspects have skyrocketed,’ the blonde dude informed.

‘The Bellucci’s are indirectly stealing our money since they bought out most of the cocaine dealers in ‘Vengeance Town’ his monotone voice stated.

‘Yes,’ the blonde replied.

‘The Bellucci’s haven’t been active for over ten years, care to explain to me how they just appeared,’ he curiously questioned.

‘It is rumoured that The Jilian’s were funding them and have been ever since James was killed,’ the blonde shakily announced.

‘The Jilian’s and Bellucci’s are working together in an attempt to drain my money,’ he smirked, an unreadable expression upon the Revelation.

‘Yes..’

‘Well then, I SUGGEST YOU FIND ME MORE DEALERS!!’ he yelled, the vein in his neck popping out.

The blonde guy flinched at his tone before attempting to reply, ‘That’s going to take time.’

‘You better find a way in two days, I don’t need to remind you what will happen if you don’t do as I ask,’ his tone threatening.

The blonde guy visibly gulped, his fragile body shaking as he nodded his head before running out. When he left, my lips returned to their initial position, on Mr Lombardi’s neck. His milky skin tasted of Cuban spices that tickled my taste buds and sprung my core into exigency.

‘Next’. his raucous voice announced as I ran my right hand down his chest, caressing his biceps in the process.

The door opened, revealing chestnut curls and dark eyes that matched his suit but not his exterior.

‘Theo, what do you have for me?’ Mr Lombardi questioned, ecstatic with his arrival.

‘It’s about The Vasilief,’ Theo’s orotund voice stated.

Mr Lombardi seemed intrigued since his hand froze mid-way up my thigh.

‘What about them?’ raising his eyebrow at Theo, appearing unfazed.

‘They are apparently planning an overthrow of you, its rumoured that the ‘Thugs’ are on the fence about a war and he needs as much man power for this war,’ Theo informed.

‘That’s madness, if he initiates a war. Russians and Italians will be forced into a corner and will yet again be divided.

Gaining the Italians support caused chaos the last time, doesn’t he have enough men in his army,’ Mr Lombardi angrily announced.

‘He has all the power in the world and that doesn’t matter to him, as long as blood is shed he is satisfied and you cannot question a sinister man like him. Nothing will detour him from his mindset, we will be dead before we can even object.’ Theo calmly argued.

‘The Thugs haven’t touched us, why would he bring war upon them?’ Mr Lombardi asked.

‘Power, he runs the most feared gang and the bastard still wants more,’ Theo gritted.

Now that peeked my interest, if a man that desired power as much as the one they are talking about. I surely hope I get to meet him and indulge in the delight of his magnificent creature.

‘The fool will get everyone killed for his selfish actions, we need to inform as many of them as possible so that Vasilief won’t have an army to fight a losing battle.’ Mr Lombardi instructed.

Theo nodded his head in agreement, before closing the door behind him.

Not long, another dirty blonde male stepped into the office.

‘Trevor, what is it?’ Mr Lombardi hugged.

‘The Vasilief’s are the most ruthless gang out there, holding the number one spot. Are you sure it is a wise idea to go against them, if he finds out that you were the one to turn everyone against him. There will be hell to pay and you will no longer exist,’ he flatly stated.

A chuckle escaped his lips, ‘He can try, but even I doubt he will realise it is me.’

Trevor nodded his head before retreating out of the door, analysing the empty room electrified my senses. A smirk played upon my crimson lips as I threw my right leg over his, straddling his waist. Mr Lombardi didn’t waste the opportunity, his scorching hands instantly gripped my barely covered ass. Those delicious lips, juicy and smooth as I crashed mines against them. The heavy taste of Bourbon on them, tugging on his bottom lip to drink in each taste of the strong alcohol. Our lips battled, biting on his bottom lip to draw out what he truly is.

Which made a growl erupt from his lips, vibrating my body in the process that jolted with arousal.

He forcefully gained access into my mouth, harshly clashing with my tongue. His sizzling tongue battling with mine, raw. Control slipped further away from my grasp when I ripped his formal shirt, the sound of buttons dropping to the ground. Dragging my palms down his muscular chest, fingers gracing upon his hard biceps that where gigantic.

An animalistic growl escaped his lips, halting his movements and attaching those soft pillows towards my neck. The sensation, electrifying my molecules. The mixture of his open mouth kisses and scorching breath against my collarbone made me arch my back for more and moan from his skilful mouth. My breasts colliding into his hard pecks, making my nipples solid from his sizzling temperature.

Sliding his shirt off his biceps, he dragged my skimpy dress over my body in the process. His lustful eyes trailed up my exposed breasts before dipping down to my midnight thong. I smiled at his devilish grin. Mr Lombardi squeezed my flesh before lifting me onto his desk, the slow pace becoming torture to my throbbing nether areas, down south…

Those magnetic eyes darkened when I eagerly unbuttoned his black slacks, there shouldn’t be this much foreplay when I’m already Ready..When his ‘Meat’ escaped its confinements, I became flabbergasted at his large girth. Licking my lips involuntary at the sight of something so shattering, that would split me in half. Mr Lombardi seemed pleased by my reaction, his pride being boosted in the process. Pulling his slacks down, he reached into his last draw. Retreating with a silver foil, he snapped my thong without even breaking a sweat.

‘You owe me for that,’ I gritted.

‘I’m giving you ‘Sausage’, the debt will be paid,’ his fruity voice replied.

I raised my eyebrow at him, but he didn’t bother to acknowledge my demeanour before ripping the foil with his teeth. Rolling the condom upon his erect member, he wasted no time in ramming into me.

‘Ahhh,’ I gritted from the sting that erupted.

He continued his fast pace, ramming his cock deep inside me. Burying himself deep inside me as I clenched around him. I forgot how much I missed this, sex. The stinging sensation eventually turning into tingles, working in perfect harmony with pleasure and pain as he continued his pace. His hot breath fanning against the crook of my neck, while he fondled my breasts.

‘Faster’, I moaned, throwing my head back while I pulled him closer into my body.

His hips did all the talking, obliging in an instant. I could feel him, completely filling me at the bundles of nerves decided to build up, it felt knotted, restricted.

‘Oh Gosh!’ I moaned, biting down on my bottom lip.

The nerves didn’t want to unbundled, he pounded into me relentlessly. ‘SHIT’ he gritted.

‘Ah, deeper,’ I moaned, the taste of metal heavy on my tongue.

I am about to burst, his lips tugging on my skin as he harshly gripped my waist, keeping me in place. I became undone as he fully pulled out and rammed back inside of me, clenching tightly around his cock as I milked him.

‘Damn it,’ he yelled, releasing his load into the condom.

The sound of our heavy breathing filling the room as sweat glistened both of our bodies, through hooded eyes we stared at each other.

‘Who are you?’ His smoky voice curiously questioned.

Without answering him, I dropped my feet to the floor. Picking up my dress from the floor, I threw it over my head. Allowing it to hug my naked body before I studied his delectable structured body, moistening my lips from having a taste of him.

‘Someone you will never know,’ I smirked, closing the door behind me….