He reminisced, remembering little snippets from last night of them in various positions. He was a demon on the loose seeking only his own satisfaction and somehow that worked for the woman he was bedding, as she reached her climax mere seconds prior to his. He showed no mercy, fucking her hard from behind with her bubbly ass presentable to him and her head between the soft pillows. He felt a burning sensation along his large back, and thought of how hard she scratched him as he fucked her in missionary, her legs completely locked around his and drawing him further into her pussy, as if needing more of him and his perfectly shaped cock.
The blonde hadn’t moved an inch at his command and he quickly became irritated, taking a step closer to the king sized bed and clearing his throat loudly.
“Hey, did you hear me?” He took a closer step at her lack of response and came several inches close to her.
That was when the blond acquaintance moved in lightning speed and bolted towards Tony, jumping onto him from the front, locking her legs around his waist and mashing her tits against his hard chest.
She spoke slowly and seductively. “Why don’t we pick up where we left things last night.” She licked the side of his face and gave his soft cheek a wet kiss, inhaling his masculine scent and felt the needs of her pussy growing, a pool of juices flowing from it already.
Tony smirked wickedly. In one swift movement he unlocked her legs and arms and could’ve dropped her on the bed to minimise injuries, but decided for the hardwood floor instead. She’ll learn, he thought as he saw her face change from horny to scared and then shocked when she made contact with the floor.
“I hate repeating myself.” He began in a low tone, which made the blonde glance up at him.
What she saw wasn’t humane, but instead a completely dark aura surrounding the Greek god. His green eyes were piercing holes into her body, his presence in this state made her heart rate increase drastically and she began ventilating. That was the moment when she knew she fucked up.
Tony could firmly smell the fear off her and leaned down, inching closer to her face. “So if you want to keep doing this, I suggest you listen to every fucking word of mine and behave, capisce?”
The poor blonde nodded so fast, she almost head-butted Tony and that would have turned the day bloody.
“Very well.” He gave her a brief kiss on the lips and corrected his form, standing tall at six foot four. “Let’s get your things and I’ll escort you to the door, shall we?”
From then on, it was a smooth ride. The blonde was acting either from fear or was absolutely smitten, as she efficiently gathered her belongings which weren’t much from his master bedroom and slipped her panties, then her silky silver dress, back on, hiding her large and pointy nipples on her big tits.
“I’ll contact you.” Tony simply said, not bothering to look the blonde in the eye as he slammed the door shut after her.
He headed to the kitchen, his mind on the breakfast feast he will enjoy. His chef, Emily Van Woven was a renowned chef, having worked and lead famous restaurants in London and Paris, releasing commercially successful cook books and even landing her own TV show, she was famous for her cooking specialties. Now at the age of fifty-five, she was content in slowing down and enjoying the more simplicities that life offered, much like Tony. That was how they connected and eventually led to her accepting the more than generous salary that came with this job position as his private chef. Cooking his meals was a piece of cake compared to her marvellous masterpieces. Besides, having a fond relationship with someone like Tony – who despite his secrecy had a lot of influence and authority had its advantages.
“Another one of your time wasters?”
Tony winced at the harshness of the term, but smiled wickedly at his chef, who had more in common with a motherly figure than his private cook.
“I have needs.” He casually said, shrugging his shoulders and peeking over Emily’s shoulders. “It’s how it keeps me focused.
Emily scuffed. “If you had a special someone in your life, she would help you keep your eyes on where they should be, and your Johnson tucked away where it should stay.”
A deep laughter echoed through the kitchen and somehow made Emily flustered.
“I am not in the business of ” He stopped to for a few seconds, careful of his word choice. “Of trivial emotions.” He could see Emily rolling her eyes and ignored it, as somehow he had a soft spot for her.
“When’s breakfast ready?” He asked, trying to change the subject.
“30 minutes.” She replied. “Now get out of my kitchen and let me do what I do best, unless you want an overly-burnt breakfast ready in an hour?” She questioned with a knife pointing at his throat and daring him to cross her.
Tony put his hands up playfully and retreated slowly, his eyes holding her gaze. “As you wish, mademoiselle.”
He went back up to the master bedroom. He stretched for a few minutes, his powerful muscles contracting and stretching soothingly, and then dropped face down, doing push ups. After having accomplished his morning goal of 500, he took a minute rest, and then started on his crunches. That was when he felt the sweat forming and he pushed harder as he felt his abs tightening.
The ice cold shower was heaven as the cold stream washed away the worked up sweat on his body. He stood under the stream for several minutes, not moving or talking, just existing. In this still state, he had a complete shut down of body, mind and soul. Every morning he would carry this out and begin his day accordingly. This was his daily therapy or yoga, to keep his mind sharp and stress minimum. After all, he was a man of power, vast wealth and assets, influence but more importantly, a targeting leader.
**
New York City, USA.
**
“I will make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
Vanessa sighed, not believing the bullshit she was hearing. She loved the movie, but the image it portrayed of a true Mafia family was rubbish, and how they conducted business and the following procedures weren’t accurate either. Nevertheless, it was a masterpiece and one of her favourite movies. She could tolerate the few cringe moments for the satisfying feeling in the end.
Suddenly her phone rang, leaping her out of the zoom she found herself in. She grunted disappointedly, paused the movie and picked up the phone without looking at her caller ID.
“Yeah?” She answered, the annoyance clear in her tone.
“Hey babe.” The voice on the other line began.
Vanessa’s attention piqued, her eyes widened for a few seconds before she retrieved her composure and cool.
“Hello Vincent.” Her voice monotone, her face dropping.
She heard his masculine laugh on the line and couldn’t help her cheeks from warming up. He had this effect on her, made her squirm however and whenever he wanted. He played her by the chord and even if she never would admit it, loved it every second. It was toxic, but she was addicted, like all the good things in life.
“Can I not call my favourite girl.”
Vanessa’s face dropped. ‘Favourite girl’, it implied there were others and the thought clenched her fists hard enough for her perfect nude nails to break. Without saying anything further, she hung up the call and got up from her bed. She wore only panties and a bra and stepped into her walk-in wardrobe, unclasping her bra, dropping it to the floor and releasing her natural 32DD tits into the open, the cool air hardening her nipples and giving her Goosebumps. She slipped on a sports-bra, a tank top and leggings, then put on some running shoes. But she wasn’t going to go for a run. Vanessa Vicenti had something else in mind that caused her lips to break out into a huge grin.
Ten minutes later, Vanessa was firing a sleek gun at the target, the protective ear guards fitted around her head and goggles to stop anything from entering her gorgeous blue eyes. She kept shooting accurately at the head, chest and groin of the target. Over and over again, until her clip finished. She efficiently dropped it, reloaded and continued her attack on the poster until it was covered in holes, her precision admirable to anyone watching.
She pulled the lever and the poster glided to her. She removed it and hang up a new one, ready for the tenth round.
Vanessa was thankful for her parents, to show her the guns at a young age and teaching her the right path. She wasn’t innocent, not in the slightest, and very well aware of everything going on. She knew her family was different in a way most wouldn’t comprehend. The Vicenti family was the biggest Mafia present in New York City, and sharing the top spot for nationally with the once rival Amani Family, until the peace proposition of 08 happened. Ten years of collusion, sharing resources and connections allowed the Italians to reshuffle an entire country, pooling in profits from every direction, giving incredible wealth to both families.