SINNERS-15

Milady

‘Seriously, Kak, How the hell did you manage this,’ his sexy accent questioned.

Each time his speech shifted to his thick Russian accent, my body craved to be devoured by his essence, to completely break under his power.

‘I like when you speak in Russian, amps your sex appeal Love,’ I added, winking at him.

The overwhelming scent of spice filling my nostrils, his presence metres away from me but the imprint of him lingered within me. At my words, his wicked grin appeared before he crossed the distance. His muscular figure towering over me, drugging my senses with spiced cigars and whiskey. He Didn’t waste time, yanking my jaw towards his bearded chin. My vision blinded by those luscious coral wet lips that drank my soul with each kiss, those compelling sapphires making me his puppet.

‘Baby girl you will love me a whole lot more if you knew the things I could do to you, making you scream my name out in pleasure,’ his fruity voice stated.

‘I don’t know what you just said but it sounded so hot,’ I moaned smirking at him.

‘All the things I could do to you, break you in ways that will leave you soulless,’ he hummed, tracing his index finger along my cheek.

Our lips parted, mesmerized by the previous encounters where they moulded perfectly together. Hot whiskey breath fanning me, making my core throb from where his mouth would travel. The silky caramel curls cascading upon his forehead, the itch to run my fingers through them made my palms draw into fists. Those lips, parted and soft. A man so dangerous, had the kiss of an angel.

Drowning teal orbs that spiralled into the depths of the forest, there wasn’t just one colour but a blend that brought a true meaning to evil. He is beast, shedding blood at each step and I couldn’t deny that his egregious is compulsive.

‘Boss, he is starting to wake.’ the robotic, raven haired bodyguard announced, drawing me out of those sinful positions.

‘To be continued my little killer’, he smirked, letting his hands fall to his sides.

I tugged on my bottom lip, staring in his direction. The hint of playfulness appeared before his hands significantly resided in his slacks at the sounds of painful groans escaping the traitors chapped lips. I attempted to suppress a moan at the sight of his muscles bulging through his white formal shirt, it clung like second skin and at each moment it flexed, I begged for the material to tear. A hazelnut beard starting to grow, coating his jaw. This made him appear more threatening and I adored every minute that people coward in his presence. His features crossed to lethal and those ocean eyes dilated, darkened with hatred and Vengeance.

Mr Vasilief rounded the tied - up body, Randy’s head rotating as he woke, cracks from those aching muscles filling the room. Took him long enough, the drug that he intended for me had lasted longer than I anticipated, 12 hours to be exact. I could see his fingers twitching, an attempt that didn’t even scrape the surface as he drew back.

‘Where am I?’ he groggily asked.

His eyes hooded, begging to close at the intensity. Walking in front of him, I tapped his slump cheek.

‘Wakey, Wakey sleeping beauty, someone wants to have a chat,’ I sang.

Randy attempted to raise his head in my direction, dreadfully battling the effects of his defenceless body. Blinking rapidly, adjusting his vision directed at me. Suddenly, they widened to the point that I thought they would bulge out of their sockets. His expression shifted to hatred and rage.

‘You slut what did you do to me?’ his croaky voice questioned.

A mischievous smirk morphed onto my lips as I neared his body, inching closer to his ear as I whispered, ‘Nothing you didn’t deserve.’

Returning back to my position in front of him, his nostrils flared while he tugged vigorously at the restraints. Randy’s strength seemed to build back, but not enough for him to break out. Well even if he did, I doubt he could even move an inch. Shifting my gaze to the shadow that loomed behind him, Mr Vasilief stood with his hands crossed against his chest, radiating dominance even from the darkness. He nodded his head, urging me to continue my torment.

‘Oh Honey, stop struggling it won’t help you,’ I sweetly replied, staring at his fuming body.

‘I knew I shouldn’t have trusted a Greek, dirty whores he yelled.

‘Tsk, Tsk, then why jeopardize your job by staging a robbery if you despise Greeks.’ I curiously questioned.

His lips tightened together in a firm line, slightly debating on whether to reveal his true intentions.

‘Because I despise The Vasilief, Russians are dirty and he is the worst of them all,’ he said with such a passion glowing within his eyes.

My emeralds sparkled at his words, anticipation building within my core. ‘Wow, that must be hard, working for someone you hate,’ I teased.

‘It is, I mean that asshole doesn’t show his face anywhere. No one knows what he looks like, for all we know he doesn’t exist except in record,’ he informed, rolling his eyes that he didn’t know the details of his boss.

I playfully tapped my chin, appearing deep in thought. ‘You just dug your own grave,’ I informed.

Mr Vasilief rounded the chair, his broad shoulders blinding my vision as he stood in front of his traitor. His menacing cerulean eyes glaring upon Randy, the murderous look that jolted within them made my molecules electrocute at each glance. My core begged to release and I felt like I would burst at any moment. Randy shifted his gaze to the beast in front of him, analysing the savage being that could break him in many ways.

‘Who the Heck are you?’ Randy spat.

Mr Vasilief appeared calm but I noticed the way his body shook, controlling his temper. The silence that resonated from him is a warning, a deadly one.

‘Whatever, you both are dead. Vasilief would notice that his profitable manager is not at work,’ he laughed, thinking his life will be saved.

A vexatious smile played on my lips at his words as I jumped onto the metal table opposite him, the dimly lit chamber didn’t accentuate that there is one but when you are inside, then you would notice all the finer details.

‘Beg to differ, I don’t think he would miss you,’ I pouted.

He let out a chuckle, ‘And why is that?’

The outline of his Herculean figure imprinted in my brain as I trailed down to his fists, knuckles turning white from the intensity.

‘Mr Vasilief, should I tell him or do you want to?’ I mockingly asked.

Randy’s eyes widened in horror, the colour draining from his face. Trepidation, that’s what Randy felt flowing through his bloodstream.

‘No, I think he got it,’ Mr Vasilief deep menacing voice stated.

His tone completely stimulating, clenching my thighs from the excitement that coursed through my veins. His moans would be erotically charging, a voice that held immense authority is attractive in more ways than one. Randy didn’t quite see it my way, he is flabbergasted at the giant that stood before him. Mr Vasilief gripped Randy by the throat, veins that strained against his forearm from the amount of pressure he is using. Randy’s face started to turn a sickly purple colour.

‘Aww, Mr Vasilief. I thought we were going to have fun with him,’ I whined.

‘Shut up whore!’ his vicious voice yelled.

Rolling my eyes at his personality switch, this man is infuriating even when he’s on a mission. Through his sexy Russian accent , although enduring, I knew his words where the opposite. I didn’t move my position or utter a word, not because I found him intimidating. Rather, I wanted to speed the process and start torturing the traitor. Twirling his snake encrusted knife between my slender fingers, minutes passed by before Mr Vasilief released an almost dead Randy. He took large gulps of air, surprising that his crushed pipe could handle that much pressure.

Randy attempted to mutter ‘You-you.’

‘Come on, you had so much to say about me. Siding with the Greeks, aiding them in my takedown,’ Mr Vasilief taunted, raising his hands in the air, like a god.

‘I- Mr Vas…’ Randy attempted again.

‘NO, Shut up you disgusting bastard,’ Mr Vasilief growled, causing Randy to flinch at his tone.

His supremacy made heat flare throughout my body, longing for his impenetrable gaze. Skin turning crimson from the infuriation along with the animalistic growls that escaped his tainted lips.

‘What else are you helping the Greeks with,’ he yelled, his fist colliding with Randy’s cheek.

Randy’s neck craned back into place, a noticeable tear in his skin.

‘Nothing, I swear just off the books cocaine’, he cried.

‘LIAR, WHAT ARE THE GREEKS PLANNING!’ Mr Vasilief continued, clutching his fist tightly.

‘I DON’T KNOW,’ he sobbed.

That answer did it, Mr Vasilief blew up. His fist connected with Randy’s cheek again and this time the true strength pounded into Randy. The sound of bones cracking as his gigantic fist landed endless blows against Randy’s restrained body. His face becoming disfigured, blood and bruises noticeably making an appearance. His left eye completely shut, blood seeping from his broken nose and large purple bruises on both sides of his cheeks. Lips cracked, busted and swelling. Mr Vasilief probably didn’t display his tricks through his fists, there is more to the beast.

Each time a punch landed, his muscles would flex against the shirt and I had to grabbed the table to restrain the sex hormones that wanted to burst all over him. The sweet melody of Randy’s pleas, cries and painful groans rang through my ears, divine.

‘Keep doing that and he won’t be able to tell you what you want,’ I added, staring at the biceps that were bulging out of his shirt.

The fierce breathing and growls that initially escaped his lips, halted along with his movement. Mr Vasilief turned his figure towards me, the monstrosity that he truly is reflected in his beautiful oceans, the artic orbs darkening into a malicious stare that made my spine shiver from pleasure.

‘GIVE ME THE KNIFE!!’ he yelled, holding out his hand for me.

‘Shouldn’t you say please,’ I taunted, studying the beast.

He swiftly skidded my way, towering over me again. The rapid rise and fall of his manly chest staining my mind, sensual thoughts deriving from the close proximity. Fantasies of drawing blood from his skin, tainting the daredevil that can snap me in half. I wanted to scar him, to make my presence known. Mr Vasilief snatched the knife from my grasp, I held my hands in surrender with a teasing smirk on my lips.

He walked over to the battered and bruised Randy whose head hung low, in an attempt to disappear from his faith. Mr Vasilief gripped Randy’s index finger with brutal force as he sliced the finger clean off. The agonizing screams from Randy made me smile from the enticing sound, reminds me of what I am. Randy continued to cry as Mr Vasilief continued his torture, slicing through all five fingers. Blood splattered against his crisp white shirt, displaying that the devil is truly the king.

‘NOW TELL ME WHAT THE GREEKS HAVE PLANNED,’ Mr Vasilief yelled, his patience running thin.

‘I don’t know,’ Randy wailed again.

Mr Vasilief continued the path on his remaining five fingers, blood coating his fingers and drenching his shirt. Which made him appear delicious, sexy and sinister.

‘ONE LAST TIME, WHAT ARE THEY DOING!’ he questioned.

‘I DON’T KNOW,’ he cried.

‘OH, MY DAMN SHIT, GIMME THAT!’ I screamed, grabbing the knife out of Mr Vasilief hand.

He stared at me with utter astonishment as I gripped Randy’s hair, lifting up his battered face. ‘ Listen sweetheart, just tell him what he wants to know or I will take one of your senses.’

Randy didn’t know what I was on about, aiming the knife at his only working eye. I aimed it in perfect vicinity to his pupil before drawing the knife back and bringing it down.

‘WAIT’ Randy screamed, the knife halting a mere centimetre from his pupil.

I raised my eyebrow at him, ‘You promise no harm will come to me?’ he asked.

‘I promise,’ I sweetly replied.

Randy turned his gaze to the left, staring at Mr Vasilief, ‘They are going to take what you care about most.’

Mr Vasilief chuckled, ‘I don’t care about anything.’

‘Not true, you care about her,’ he muttered.

‘Who,’ his threatening tone appearing.

‘Your sister, they are coming for her,’ he whispered.

Mr Vasilief didn’t seem to respond to the conversation, rooted in his spot, ‘When?’ Mr Vasilief asked.

‘Now!’

Before Mr Vasilief could lunge at Randy, I rammed the knife into his eye. His screams and sobs like a song that I wanted to replay.

‘You promised,’ he sobbed.

‘Yeah, but breaking them is so much more fun,’ I replied, turning towards the door.

‘ENZIO, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN SHE’S GONE!!’