They had disappeared. Ran away, to be exact, the only thing the Spanish were good at. Abigor knew Silverio Paulo didn’t have the balls to attack him first so his rash declaration of war wouldn’t affect them immensely or effectively.
He was cursing at himself for acting on his impulse, something he had never done once in his life. Abigor Hayes, the lord of the American Mafia, was known for his patience and strategy before attacking.
But he had let a little girl fuck with his mind without even trying.
Why was he trying so hard for her? He didn’t know the answer yet he couldn’t give her up.
He would never.
Abigor watched her midnight blue coloured gown fluttering towards the direction of the washroom and finally disappearing when she entered it. Oh, how delicately her small form moved, swaying her plump ass.
It sent shivers down his groin. And now that he had tasted her once, he craved it more. Her small whimpering state under him flashed before his eyes as he thrusted in her again and again.
He groaned and looked away “Not the fucking time to act like a horny bastard”
No matter how many drinks he downed or how much he tried to distract himself by reminding himself how his little vixen was lying to him every chance she got and how she was hiding things from him; it didn’t help his problem.
He kept growing hard as the only image of her glowing like a goddess in his bed flashed in front of his eyes.
He stood up in a start while slamming the glass of vodka on the table and storming towards the direction of the washroom.
Warning: mature content
Abigor’s hurried steps echoed against the empty corridor which led towards the washroom. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making it unbearable for him; or maybe it was the smart little mouth she had.
He was mad at her no doubt. He wanted to fuck that attitude out of her.
A golden door came in his line of sight as he opened it without thinking twice. The washroom was surprisingly vacant and only a slender figure stood in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup.
The damn temptress.
Her slightly plunging neckline gave him a sneak peek of her creamy cleavage and her long legs adorned with heels. He’d love to just wrap it around his waist and pound into her mercilessly.
He would.
Aria didn’t pay any attention at first when the washroom door opened and thought maybe anyone else entered, a female of course because it was a female washroom.
But the familiar cologne and heavy breathing made her look towards the door. Her breath hitched when she saw Abigor standing in his all glory staring at her as if she was a prey. And of course, he the hunter.
“W-What are you doing here?” she stuttered, flustered at his heated gaze. His eyes looked like flaming gold glazing with need.
He quietly locked the door behind him without bothering to answer her as he closed in on her, all the while maintaining his stare at her.
Something about his eyes made her stay rooted at her place.
“Abigor” she asked softly as her grip on the platform tightened.
He now stood right in front of her, his hands gripped her waist tightly, almost painfully, with his jaw clenched.
“Why don’t you trust me?”
A single question asked by Abigor made her knees buckle and look up at him questioningly “What do you mean?” she asked carefully so as to not anger him any further.
“I know you are hiding things from me. You don’t tell me what’s bothering you” he grumbled like a hurt little kid “Why do you push me away? Do you not like me even a bit?”
The alcohol was making him say things which he would never even whisper in a million years as Aria gulped and her eyes burned.
She shook her head “I-It’s not like that Abigor”
“Then tell me” he asked instantly “Whose blood was it in your drawer and why do you use chloroform to fall asleep every night”
She gasped in shock as her heart started reverberating against her ribcage “H-How-?” How did he find out?
“I told you a thousand times little kitten that I know everything that goes around” his eyes darkened in rage as his hand slipped up and grabbed her breast painfully “TELL ME” he growled.
Aria flinched in pain “You are drunk, please Abigor” she tried to persuade him but he was not in the right state to listen to anyone right now.
“Of course I am!” he shouted “Do you think I would have confronted you if I wasn’t? My ego is big as it is” he pinched her nipple ruthlessly from over her dress as she bit her lower lip to muffle her scream.
“TELL ME!” he growled again while pressing her against the counter. The pain was excruciating as his hard body dug her against the granite.
Aria knew martial arts, if she wanted she could have twisted his arms and kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine if she wanted. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.
She have had the chances to do this before too. But she couldn’t before because of different reasons, now her reasons had changed.
The thought of him getting hurt made her feel scared now. She was already hurting him mentally, she didn’t want to hurt him physically also.
Their heavy breathing engulfed the whole room. Aria slowly looked at his glazed hazel eyes burning with the need for answers and the lust for her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kept staring at her without flinching. She closed the gap between them and connected their lips in a heated kiss.
He didn’t respond at first, but just seconds after he pulled her body closer and deepened the kiss. He kissed her vehemently and dug her tongue deep inside her mouth.
He dominated the kiss completely as he sucked on her tongue in need. His one hand kneaded her breast while his other reached down to squeeze her ass roughly.
She moaned lowly in his mouth when she felt his hardness poking her in the stomach. Their teeth clattered and their harsh breaths slapped against each others face.
Abigor slowly pulled away when he felt her running out of breath.
She breathed heavily, trying to catch up on her breath as he sucked on her neck.
“On your knees” his deep voice ordered as her breath hitched.
“Abigor not h-”
She couldn’t complete her sentence when she saw his hardened face “I won’t repeat myself”
She sighed softly as she slowly got on her knees. His boner was undeniable massive and the tent could be seen in his pants.
She gulped in nervousness as Abigor’s fingers traced her jawline. It was the first time she was going to do this for a man.
His darkened eyes commanded her; as she found her hand automatically reach the belt of his pants. She slowly unbuckled him all the while he held her face tightly, daring her to look away.