SINNERS - 17

Jack Vasilief

All to familiar, that craving to spill blood, to smear the essence of sin all over me. The barrel rested against her forehead, glowing with the devious grin that arose upon her luscious coral lips. She depicted the perfect vixen unlike any woman I have ever known, the whores were always willing to jump onto my 'Rock'.

She wasn’t any different but the charisma and equal bloodlust made her wicked and that is what attracted me, the never - ending thirst that continued to flow through my stream.

The nerve wrecking itch to kill, to listen to the sweet sound of their cries as you skin them alive. That is the peek of euphoria for me and I knew she felt the same, why else would I have chosen such a monstrosity, to match my own.

Everything would run smoothly if she didn’t question my authority or undermine me, the only one that holds victory is me, I reign over the entire underworld and this whore dares to question me. She didn’t fear me, there wasn’t a moment that went by that she trembled at my presence. It aggravated me, this simple - minded whore had the ability to rattle me, to make me seem inferior. My body engulfed with flames, radiating endlessly as my body shook in rage, the beast is famished.

‘Jack, don’t,’ Enzio’s monotone voice rang through my ears as his figure concealed the smart mouthed whore.

My gun still rested on his forehead, the tips of my fingers itching to pull the trigger and watch her body slump to the ground, her lifeless body beneath me.

‘I want to see fear flash in her eyes before I take away her pathetic life,’ I gritted, my grip on the gun turning my knuckles white at the restraint to not shoot Enzio in the process.

‘Honey, you will never see that in me,’ her sadistic laugh filled the room at her statement and Enzio visibly tensed at her words.

Her curvaceous figure slipped from behind him, smirking at me before Enzio pushed her behind him without losing his grip. His hold tightening while I fumed and wanted to taste her blood. ‘Enzio let that Mad Woman Go!, NOW!’ I ordered.

He shook his head, features remained immobile as he stood to her defence. ‘If you kill her, all your hard work would go with her including wasted time,’ he informed, revaluating the situation.

I gritted my teeth, the gun still resting upon his forehead. Envisioning the snaky whore against the barrel, the point of helplessness is what she needed to experience.

‘I can fine another, she isn’t the only one!’ I replied, burning the entire room with my murderous exterior.

‘We both know that isn’t true, Enzio replied.

There it is, the statement I dreaded when it came to being a ruler. You derived the orders, the ideas but your people needed to carryout your wishes. A ruthless king that devoured his enemies needed the tools to evict his plan and that involved Milady.

‘She is the only one that can infiltrate his empire and you know it,’ Enzio stated, drawing out the inevitable if the war is to be proceeded.

‘I should just end her miserable life now, war has already begun,’ I raged, letting the arm slip to the side with the gun in its place.

‘Indeed, it has but are you going to risk Valentina’s life during it,’ Enzio questioned.

That messed with me, the entire scenario and Valentina being the sacrifice. It Didn’t depend on one person, it is on one’s capabilities and Milady’s exceeding my expectations for blood. The search for the perfect killing machine always ended with their emotions playing into effect, they didn’t hunger for it. To them, it was a job but to her, it is her heart and soul. The thrill, it made her lust more for that than sex.

She tore her presence away from Enzio’s back and stood next to him, a villainous grin wrapping around her juicy lips while those emeralds sparkled with mischief. There wasn’t an ounce of fear, only glee which angered me.

‘Well Mr Vasilief, what’s the Big Bad Wolf’s decision?’ She smirked, walking towards me.

Our close proximity made me place the barrel under her chin, lifting her execrable gaze to my threatening one. Licking my lips at the hypnotising emeralds that would carry out my orders, she didn’t know that the mere presence of my aura did falter her own to move according to me.

‘Listen here, what I will send you for isn’t like the rest. You will die if deem necessary and if you give up who sent you, a bullet will reside in your skull and your friends’. Whether your life is taken or not, I don’t care. Gather Intel on where they are keeping her hostage and maybe I will save you from death, just this once,’ I instructed.

She licked her lips in anticipation, the cherry tongue darting to moisten her lips.

‘Mr Vasilief, I think I deserve a little more than an escape for this task.’

I grinned at her confidence, ‘You get me, not killing your friend Love.’

‘Tsk, Tsk, make my reward worth my life,’ she added, grasping the barrel before licking the exit of the bullet that would have been in her.

A sinister smile morphed onto her plump lips, the entire sight made me want to shove the gun in her mouth and kill her. But the crotch part of me, wanted to break her Treasure Cave in ways she never experienced over my hickory desk.

‘lyublyu (Love in Russian), if what your seeking is my ‘Meat’ pounding into your relentlessly, then you will do as I say for a ‘Experience’ of a lifetime.’ I whispered, tugging on her earlobe as a soft moan slipped through her lips.

Milady

His sapphires imprinted in my brain, each time darkness would envelop me. The ocean mixing with the forest continued its battle, it became other - worldly. It displayed destructions, there wasn’t any hidden agenda of the monster he is. The horrifying state of bodies being scattered made me Smile, his desolation is addicting.

‘Shit, that creepy smile is creeping me out,’ April ordered, snorting at my chaotic thoughts.

‘You ‘Sausage’ block me even in my imagination,’ I hugged, falling further into the grey leather sofa.

‘Slut, you were thinking about killing people,’ she stated, raising a questionable eyebrow at me.

A scary smile played onto my lips, as I positioned myself upside down. My legs dangling over the couch while my gaze of April switched upside down, 'Guilty,’ I laughed.

She punched my leg, before letting out a chuckle. Her posture didn’t tense but the atmosphere altered when her features remained evasive, fusion pink and caramel curls that fell along her chest while those syrupy eyes swirled with lime in a fierce battle that changed positions with each stare.

‘You shouldn’t have taunted him,’ she stated, no emotion laced her voice.

Rolling my eyes at her,’ He wasn’t going to do anything.’

She moved her gaze towards me, it resembled the same state as when we first met.

‘He would have, if that handsome stud didn’t talk him out of it,’ April joked, tugging her lip as her mind drifted to the handsome Enzio.

He is ethereal, tainted with those splashes of crimson that scattered around his black eyes. It felt like a beautiful disaster, alluring and enchanting at each glance.

‘He is fascinating,’ I hummed, thinking about the unreadable Enzio.

I could almost feel her chuckle echo throughout the lounge, the playful exterior slipping through, ‘He is but you find the other one much more delectable.

Raising my shaped eyebrow in her direction, ‘April Donay are you insinuating that I want to jump then you are correct,’ I rejoiced, bouncing off the couch.

She laughed, shaking her head from side to side as she stood up with me. Then the switch turned, the darkness seeped from her pores and made an appearance, ‘Milady, do not test these people. They will kill you the instant that you aren’t beneficial to them.’

The stare deemed soul wrenching, she rarely ever displayed this side of her. I have scraped the surface with her when we first met then she altered her personality, hiding behind the one-night stands and sarcasm.

April knew that her mask never fooled me but I let the entire situation slip after I encouraged her to embrace her demons, there’s no such thing as getting rid of them, you can only learn to live with them.

‘Babe, I like gambling with my life,’ I teased, reassuring her that she shouldn’t stress about my situation.

‘How are we even friends,’ she grunted, annoyance clearly evident.

Throwing my arm around her shoulders, I pretended to tap my chin deep in thought. ‘Because you needed an angel.’

‘More like the Devil!’ she snorted.

I scoffed, pushing her lightly while we erupted into fits of laughter. The carefree atmosphere didn’t last long when the Devil himself made an appearance, his entire outline figure highlighted within the shadows. He looks lethal, the Armani suit straining against his thick body. April squeezed my hand, indicating that she is leaving me alone. The sound of her feet smacking against the milky tiles lessened, until it stopped all together.

Mr Vasilief didn’t bother to comment instead he continued taking long strides, the echo of his expensive shoes clicking against the tiles as the dimly lit room revealed his bewitching features. Those sapphires drinking my soul but the moment slipped when I stared at his luscious lips, tainted with crimson.

Continuing the path, his entire suit laced with blood that dropped onto the immaculate tiles. It wasn’t his but his knuckles were bloodied and bruised as I took them into my palm, his felt entirely gigantic just like his frame. Indeed, I became the prey under his predator gaze and he displayed the first indication of the beast he truly is.

The scent of metallic liquid didn’t make me nauseas, it aroused me. The instant jolts of electricity curving my spine as he gripped my waist and the undeniable fire burned my skinned wherever he touched. His touch scorching around my body, the intoxicating scent of his spicy cologne and sweat made my core ache for him.

His touch continued until his fingers lightly graced my cheek before harshly yanking my eyes to stare upon his, feasting upon his meal. There is something unreadable in his expression as he frowned, the power still seeping from him.

‘What are you doing to me?’ he angrily gritted.

Words didn’t escape me; my mouth would flow with relentless remarks but it felt like they lodged in my throat. It became dry, darting out my tongue to moisten my lips before his teal eyes darted to my mouth.

His whiskey breath fanning me, drowning my senses and what baffled me is when he leaned closer into me. Our lips were merely touching, anymore contact and we would become engrossed in the essence of each other. I craved to connect us, having a Revival in his demons.

‘You will never have power over me!’ he stated, before leaving my side empty and cold without his presence…