“So, my little pet, choose a beautiful dress for yourself. You should outshine those other bitches.” My hands fisted her hair as I pushed her head back, my dick coming out with a popping sound as her watery eyes widened and she breathed in much-needed air. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at my brother.” She shook her head, as if lying to me would help her.
Bianca was the love of my life, but unfortunately, she loved my brother, all those feelings evident in her loving gazes and secret touches.
No more.
When my fruitful plan came to life, my brother and father would go down with everyone else. I just had to think of an appropriate punishment for them.
Sipping beer from a bottle, my eyes scanned the bar as various mafia members smoked joints or enjoyed women. Public sex and fighting were common things here.
But I never participated until tonight.
No matter how many tasks I completed, no one took me seriously, and I always had suspicious glances sent my way when I refused to fuck any of the whores who liked to visit the compound.
As I took yet another sip, my eyes clashed with Olga’s as her full, red-painted lips lifted up in a seductive smile and she sauntered toward me, swaying her hips from side to side. The girl had long legs, a firm ass, and more-than-a-handful breasts. She reached me in a few steps and ran her manicured finger over my chest, her eyes lifting in admiration as she marveled at my six-pack glistening with sweat, as I’d just left the training room.
“Dominic,” she purred. “How about taking me to your room?” I almost laughed in her face. Just the idea of her overused perfume on my sheets—or any woman’s for that matter—in my private space sent a shiver through me, the sensation like ants crawling inside my pants.
Fuck no.
However, the bar became quiet. I noticed men studying our conversation with interest, and some passed money to Misha, making bets if I would take her up on her offer this time.
Well, show time.
Grabbing her arm, I escorted her out toward the stables, where Vasya had his favorite horses. She giggled happily, and a few cheers from the men were heard in the background, along with some gunfire. Apparently, getting your dick wet equaled respect in the mob, although why sex would appeal to anyone was beyond me.
Once we reached our destination, I pushed her to the wall, as she moaned, “Finally you decided to savor this pussy.” Sliding her hands down to her pussy, she ran her finger up and down and then trailed it back to her breasts. I was sure this action was supposed to have an effect on me, but it failed to hit its mark.
She removed her jacket, leaving her standing in a short skirt and top, along with her heels. She darted to my mouth, but I stopped her. No fucking way was I ever kissing anyone, let alone a whore who serviced all the gang members. “Turn around,” I instructed, and she nodded eagerly, quickly spinning to face the wall. She placed her hands on the wood, and lifted her ass up, wiggling it lightly.
Naked flesh for the taking. I watched enough porn to know I had to prepare her with my finger and then enter her.
Pussy up close, bare flesh glistening from her desire, I assumed.
I fucking wanted to throw up. My cock was hard, but then it had more to do with hormones raging inside than anything else. Plastering myself behind her, I put a condom on my cock and slipped my fingers inside her, noticing she was already wet.
Did all women smell so fucking bad? Thank fuck I took it outside; otherwise, I’d have suffocated.
She moaned, clearly enjoying everything, and raised her hand to wrap around my neck, but I pushed it back. “Do not touch me.”
She breathed heavily. “Whatever you want.” By the fact more wetness slipped from her, she loved rough treatment too. Without many words, I entered her in one swift thrust, and her scream of pleasure deafened me for a second, and I stopped, as fear of hurting her slipped in.
Did I hurt her?
But then she groaned. “Fuck, move.” And I did. Closing my eyes, I pumped inside her, in and out, and blocked anything or anyone from my mind, and slowly, a pleasant sensation ran through me as some unfamiliar tingling at the base of my spine spread right before I came in the condom, and my body received much-needed relief.
Felt nice.
Better than nice. My breathing calmed, and it seemed as if I even saw clearer, and the deep consuming rage constantly present could be controlled. Only fist fighting had that effect on me before.
“God, that was good.” She spun around as excitement shone in her eyes. “When can we do it again?”
Cleaning my fingers in the nearby sink, I dried them up with a towel, and replied with a detached voice, “Never.” Whoever thought sex was something out of this world clearly was fucked in the head. It brought relief, and I’d use it in the future for that purpose.
But actually enjoy it? No.
And only doing it this way would do. I would take the woman from the back; that way, I could always close my eyes, and pretend, for one moment, I reached bliss. Although calling this shit blissful was overdoing it.
Olga grinned cockily. “You’ll change your mind. I can suck cock really good.” The minute she said it, the images of what was done to me in the cell popped into my head and bile rose in my throat, threatening to spill on the ground.
