SINNERS -14

Milady

Mr Vasilief became thirsty, for blood none the less. After further information was relayed to him, the mole is revealed to be someone who deals with his distribution on a personal level.

His porcelain skin turned crimson, shaking with anger, attempting to control the beast. His features turned menacing but composed. I had to contain the euphoric sensations sparkling through my stream the sight of his nature to devour is ultimately alluring.

‘Okay so you know the plan Milady,’ Mr Vasilief questioned again.

Rolling my eyes at him for the fourth time since he asked me, ‘Yes, how dumb do you think I am,’ I barked.

Seems the alpha was not in a playful mood to entertain my banter, he pulled the gun from behind his back, aiming it in the direction of my temple. The jolts of pleasure flushed through my body as his teal orbs mirrored destruction. ‘Listen here you snaky woman, this isn’t the time for you to play games. If this doesn’t go as planned, I will kill your pretty little friend and make you watch.

When I am done with you, you will beg for me to end your miserable life.’ his threatening voice announced in a sickly - sweet manner that brought arousal to his crotch in anticipation of taking my life.

Ignoring his words, I walked towards him, the barrel resting on my forehead. The cold exterior emulsifying with the increase in my body temperature.

‘I like this side of you love, its so sexy. This authoritative, powerful Mr Vasilief pointing a gun at me, now this is a real turn on sweetheart,’ a devilish grin moulding upon my lips as I taunted him.

The wicked glare of desire ravishing his sapphires, nostrils flaring at my eagerness to demolish him. ‘Do not disappoint me,’ he sternly stated.

His scent of strong spices intoxicating my senses as I leaned into the nape of his neck, placing a feathery kiss on the soft heated skin.

‘I will try not to Love,’ I breathily whispered.

Mr Vasilief didn’t seem affected by my touch, the devil that became his true nature peeked through the surface, making me analyse the monster that he is. His large hand harshly gripped my jaw, squeezing my cheeks together painfully before his lips were just an inch away, the pillowed plump corals reminding me of the whiskey that layered on his sweet lips. ‘My Little killer, you better make up for your mistake or you are dead Love,’ his sinful voice reminded, causing a shiver of pleasure to course through my spine and dive into the pit of arousal in my core.

A Villainous grin broke out on my delicate lips, licking the seams. ‘Baby, keep calling me names in that accent and I wont just make it up to you through this.’

His whiskey vexatious lips smirked at my sassy forwardness, those magnetic eyes eating the contents of my soul. His index finger lightly traced my left cheek, igniting the flames from a simple touch, a craving that guzzled the fibres of my body in his presence.

‘I like how you indirectly follow my rules, believing you have a chance against me. No matter how strong you are, I will break your essence making you my weapon,’ his deep voice stated, almost reminding me of something that he discovered.

‘Remind me to learn Russian.’ I huffed, retracting from his grip.

‘Oh, and do I really have to wear this pencil skirt, why would any guy pay attention to me in that,’ motioning to the unappealing outfit that I am set to wear.

‘What do you have in mind?’ he asked, raising his eyebrow at me.

‘Something a whole lot sexier, that will make any guy drop to their knees,’ I sadistically grinned.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips, ’DONE’ he stated.

Two Hours Later (In The Warehouse)

‘Hmm, a little to fancy for a normal warehouse,’ I whispered to myself, walking into the production centre.

The brightly lit room highlighted the numerous people working on the packaging of drugs, if someone attempted to walk into this beige coloured warehouse.

The immediate interaction of the eye would alert that this is a regular store that are just packaging goods to sell, that’s if they don’t look closely at the product.

The movements of the employees halted, the sound of machines dropping to a lower volume and the echoing of my stilettos against the milky tiles rang through their ears. Dozens of their suspicious stares racked my figure, most of them bewildered. No doubt the scarlet dress made a bold statement. The deep cleavage accentuating my breasts and my signature thigh slit, displaying my golden, silky legs. A fruity scent tickled my nostrils and only intensified at each second.

‘Why has production stopped, I don’t pay you to stare at the wall,’ his raucous voice yelled as he stepped out of his office.

The glares ultimately halted and returned to the vigorous packaging and creations of the products. Before that grating voiced man could retreat, his movements where stopped by the sight of me. The man is handsome but not attractive in a manly way, like Mr Vasilief. Curly inky strands falling upon his forehead, walnut eyes racking over my body and wine stained lips moulding into a fake smile.

‘Miss Hemsworth?’ he questioned, walking further into my direction.

‘The one and only!’ I sarcastically replied, realising where that strong disgusting smell came from, his fruity exterior.

He hummed in approval, slight stubble that masked his jaw made him appear older than he truly is, a foolish grin appearing on his lips while his eyes travelled along the valley of my breasts to the shine of my legs.

His tongue darted out to coat his lips, almost along the lines of hunger, assuming he thought he became the predator.

Determination to absorb each inch of my body seeped through his pores, those carob orbs finally connecting with mine. The lust lurking behind them is undeniable and I ironically had the same but not for what he wanted.

‘My my, I didn’t think a gorgeous woman like yourself would come here unarmed,’ he teased, glee layering his voice.

‘Why, are you going to harm me?’ I pouted.

‘Heavens no, just a woman of your beauty shouldn’t be left alone,’ a slight chuckle escaping his lips, although we both picked up on the darkness looming over his words.

‘Thank you, Mr Hayes, I am honoured to catch your eye,’ my fruity voice appealing to his dominant nature.

“Indeed, you do, shall we continue this inside?’ he motioned to his office.

‘Of course,’ I replied, following him into the dimly lit room.

The aroma of alcohol filling my nostrils, the dullness ravishing the room made me analyse the details that proved my theory of his incompetents. The dust residing on many surfaces of the furniture, even the mocha desk that he supposedly does all the paperwork on. Most of his glass sculptures and pieces of art carried the same number of cobwebs, neglect in the attire of his office. Mr Hayes motioned towards the leather mahogany sofa near the tinted windows, I took a seat and released that neither of his workers could see us but I could surely see all of them.

His figure walked towards the mini bar, pouring us both a drink of whiskey before taking a seat next to me and handing mines over.

What he didn’t know is that I saw the drop of a blue tablet dissolving in the glass through the crack of his arm, Mr Hayes continued to sip on the amber liquid while I stared intensively at him with an innocent allure.

‘Aren’t you going to drink some?’ he asked, motioning to the glass that I snugly had in my grasp.

A heavenly smile curling on my crimson lips as I portrayed a flustered girl. ’Ummm, I don’t drink,’ I sweetly stated.

‘Aww come on, just try it,’ he urged, moving the glass closer to my lips.

I shook my head, a shy smile erupting, ’I’m good and we are on crunch time,’ I confessed.

‘Okay, you said your father is interested in buying a large sum of our cocaine,’ he asked.

‘Yes, he is indeed interested in five loads of cocaine,’ I replied, nodding my head.

‘That’s a lot considering I have never heard of him,’ he smirked.

‘Yeah, Daddy likes to keep a low profile,’ I shyly replied, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

‘Miss Hemsworth, what are you hiding?’ his honeyed voice asked.

‘Um, I don’t think I should say,’ my frazzled state made my gaze shift to the floor.

His callous finger tipped my chin, shifting my gaze back to him. ’You can tell me, I won’t tell.’

I mindlessly tugged on my bottom lip, struggling to sprout out the words before they escaped me.

‘Okay, Daddy is Greek and he knows that there is a war with us and the Russians. But the Russians supply of cocaine is much better in terms of quality, compared to ours. We need our sales to skyrocket in order to take down Mr Vasilief’, I stated.

A diabolical smile appeared on his lips, contrasting with his features. ’Don’t worry darling, I am not biased against the Greeks, even though I run the Russian stock.’

‘You aren’t, that makes me so relieved.’ I cried, in an attempt to appear satisfied.

‘Didn’t I say you can trust me,’ he replied, leaning back into the sofa.

‘So, then what happens now?’ I asked.

‘Well, the price is higher since you are Greeks,’ he added.

I flashed my hand stopping his attempts.

‘Daddy is willing to pay as much as you want for the product?’ I replied.

‘So, since you requested it in two weeks. I will alter the sales and send it to Russia, your Dad has to stage a robbery of the items. If its executed in this way, Mr Vasilief will never notice and it will be a win for you guys,’ he smugly stated.

‘Oh my God, thank you so much,’ I rejoiced, throwing my arms around him.

His laughter boomed through the office, Mr Hayes hands tightly wrapping around my curves before drifting down to rest upon my ass. His touch lingered there for minutes before he squeezed the globes to study my reaction. When I didn’t react and pulled away, a sneaky grin played on my lips.

‘How about I pay you back for your generosity!’ my silvery voice whispered.

‘What do you have in mind?’ he lustfully questioned, his palm drifting along my exposed thigh.

‘Just trust me!’ I whispered.

I planted my exposed thigh between his legs before placing my free hand against his shoulder. ’Don’t make a sound,’ I commanded.

Locking both my legs tightly around his waist, I captured his hands and tilted our bodies back onto the couch. Gripping his jaw open, I poured my drink into his locked mouth and forcefully shut it with my elbow. The sound of gurgling emitting from him as he struggled under me, the sight all to satisfying to my hunger. His hands attempting to escape from in-between my thighs before his constant mumbling stopped and his struggle seized. I got up from his figure, straightening out the damage to my dress.

‘This is going to be so fun,’ I giggled.