ENZO DE-LUCA.
“I hate you.”
Those were the very last words that I wanted to hear from her while her fuck her. Hearing those words broke me, my heart tightened and I could feel my cock softening.
How could I even do this to her and then claim to love her afterwards?
She hates me, I could see it in her eyes, in those tears that trickled down her cheeks, in the way she pressed her lips together just to keep from screaming.
And I could sure as hell feel that hatred in her demeanor, the way she just gave up on fighting me off and just letting me do whatever I wanted to her.
It’s working. This is the only way to get her to hate me.
This and one other way, I need her to go back to hating me. I desperately need her to go back to seeing me the way she used to see me because boy am I about to turn into something else.
Knowing that she hates me is the only way I’d be able to do whatever I wanted to do. I wouldn’t want to go to a battlefield with my mind filled with the thoughts of her.
I know she hates seeing me kill people but I’m about to ruin an entire bloodline, an entire clan and the only way for me to do that is to know that she hates me.
That I wouldn’t be hurting her by going down this path, that she wouldn’t care if she saw the news.
“I’ll get over it,” I growled as I delivered one last stroke into her and she kept her lips tightly pressed together, “a lot of people say that behind my back, it’s expected of you to not care and say it directly to my face.” I finished.
I could feel my orgasm at the tip of my cock, my nut desperately trying to burst out but no matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I fucked her, I couldn’t cum.
That’s because this isn’t what I wanted to do, this isn’t the way I wanted to fuck her. Granted, I’ve always wanted to fuck her against her will but even at that, I wanted her to want that too so it would be like a little CNC.
Sighing, I kept plunging my cock into her but soon, it started softening and I knew that nothing I tried would get me to reach orgasm.
“Fuck,” I growled as I pulled out of her and away from her to start getting dressed, “you’re useless.” I spat, throwing my shirt on and walking out of her room.
Walking away, I scratched the back of my head as I kept my tongue between my teeth, mentally seething and hating myself for what I just said and did to her.
“Snap out of it, Enzo De-Luca!” I scolded myself as I rubbed the back of my neck, “this is who you are.” I tried to convince myself as I stopped in my tracks.
“Master!” Two ladies stood before me, bowing respectfully in front of me as they trembled with fear that I could smell and feel but I didn’t care.
My eyes trailed down their body and I could feel my cock hardening again, the sight of their visible cleavage made my cock go bonkers, the way their maid outfit clung to their bodies made me groan.
I didn’t think any other woman could turn me on and when I got to their faces, I finally got to see why my cock was reacting the way it was doing.
I was imagining the dress on Hazel, she would look amazing in that, like a slut that would do anything and everything to satisfy her master, me.
“You both go-” The sound of my phone ringing stopped my words right before I could see it and it wasn’t until I checked to see who the caller was that I remembered that I’m not supposed to be at home.
“Where the hell are you?!” Scarlett said through gritted teeth as soon as I answered the call. I’d sent her to go to one of the strip club’s our rival frequents and try to make him request a dance from her.
Knowing Scarlett, this is exactly where she thrives and she had probably gotten my prey where I wanted him, what’s left is for me to get there and get the job done.
“I’ll be there now!” I said into the phone and rushed past the two maids who I’d intended to fuck until I could cum but I guess I’d have to put that off until I’m back.
I drove to the strip club and it didn’t take long for me to get there, thanks to my very crazy driving. The parking lot was jam packed and as I made my way in, I smiled deviously.
Just what I needed, the perfect place for me to do what I wanted to do and get out of there until whoever found his body did.
The loud and hard thump of the beat from the stage made the entire building throb. I walked carefully, pushing past drunk teenagers, half naked milfs and drunken perverts as I walked.
I also made sure to hide my face with a mask to avoid being recognized, “hey handsome,” I felt someone pull me from behind, “want something to wipe that frown off your face.” She added.
She was referring to the mask I was wearing and as much as I needed a release, this wasn’t the right time. Making my way directly to the bar, I had a word with the bartender who put me on to someone.
“You have to pay the fee, it’s a thousand five hundred dollars.” He said and I slipped him two thousand.
“Keep the change.” I said and watched as the smile on his face widened while he asked me to follow him.
We walked through a very long hallway and at the end of the hallway was a door, he pushed it open for me and asked me to get in.
The room was less crowded than the main club. I did a quick scan of the room, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and in another cubicle, a different compartment, I saw Scarlett.
It’s a little weird that I could recognize her even with that nasty mask that she had on.
I expected a single room where I’d be able to kill that fool but this would do, thank goodness the gun I brought with me was a silent one.
“Let me go. It’s against the rule to have sec with our client.” Scarlet was trying to set herself free from my prey. I knew she could easily get out of his hold but that would mean killing him.
She can’t kill him until I’ve arrived.
“You stupid bitch, you-” the rest of his words got stuck in his throat when I grabbed his wrist, tightening my grip around his wrist.
“Who are you and what do you-” Again, I shunned him as I pressed the nozzle of my gun into his side and it wasn’t until then that he realized that his men were all dead.
“You see, I didn’t expect you to be found so easily but who wouldn’t want a sexy little lady to fuck him?” I whispered into his ear.
Scarlett pulled off her mask and kneed him so hard in his stomach that he tried to bend but since I was holding him, he couldn’t.
“I would never fuck a lousy man like you.” She spat as she pulled off her mask and I watched as my victim’s eyes widened in shock.
“You-”
“Sit down.” I ordered before he could finish and pushed him into the couch while Scarlett tied him up and I started undoing my belt.
Scarlett stood about 5 ‘9, she was perfectly proportioned and knowing Scarlett, she would get me off just as nicely as I wanted.
My gaze lustfully raked her body and I suppressed a groan as she stared at me with her head tilted to the side.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her eyes doing little to mask her excitement. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for me and knowing that she gets to suck my cock now would send her over the moon.
“Going to give him a show while I ask my questions.” I answered as my pants fell to my ankle and I took off my mask.
My prey might have as well frozen from the shock because his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets.
“You wanted to fuck her, didn’t you?” I questioned, my eyes still fixed on Scarlett. She wore a slinky blue-and-black super-mini dress that rode several inches up the curve of ass.
It clung closely to her body, showing off her shape and plunging deep enough into her unencumbered cleavage to almost reach her navel.
The intense blue of her dress accentuated her dark hair perfectly, and the gap in front was wide enough that I could make out the very edges of her stunningly wide areolas. The darts of her erect nipples poked against the fabric.
“Okay, so, first question, which of my men betrayed me or did you just happen to know that we were going to be in that club?” I asked.
“N… None of your men betrayed you,” he answered, his lips trembling and I nodded, “we took one of them hostage, he was at a bar we used to frequent and he started spilling the beans because we said we wouldn’t kill him.” He finished.
I sighed as I used the gun to scratch my head and just at that moment, Scarlett got on her knees and grabbed my cock, giving it a nice stroke to get it even harder.
“That fool, I can’t believe I have someone in my family who’s scared of death.” I groaned as Scarlett pulled her dress down, exposing her tits.
She lifted her boobs and wrapped them around my cock, sliding her mounds up and down the shaft.
My goodness, it feels so fucking good.
This isn’t considered cheating, right? I’m not cheating on Maeve. We’re no longer a thing so I can fuck whoever I want.
My cock was already as hard as a rock with Scarlett’s obvious teasing and on the other hand, I was dissatisfied with the answer he was giving.
I had shot both his legs, rendering them useless, I’d shot both his shoulders too and one of his laps but still, he’s alive.
Well, that’s because I had no intention of killing him until I reached orgasm so until then, I’m only going to be shooting at parts of his body that would hurt like a fucking bitch but not enough to cost his life.
“And you, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked, grabbing Scarlett’s hair, “when are you actually going to put my cock in your damn slutty mouth?” I hollered at her but she only smiled.
“Impatient as ever, it’s one of the reasons I love and would do anything for you,” she said as if I didn’t already know that, “focus on that fool while I do what I do best.” She flashed me a smile that only annoyed me.
I could have killed him and got this over with but at the same time, I needed to release and that was why I decided I was going to give him a show before he dies.
Scarlett gave my cock several hard strokes while softly squeezing my balls and it didn’t take long before she wrapped her tits around my cock, tit-fucking me in a long, slow motion again.
With each stroke of hers, my cock popped out between her cleavage and after the fifth stroke, probably, she slid her lips down and flicked her tongue across the tip of my dick.
Now, that’s what I’m talking about.
“I don’t know any other thing,” my victim cried as I prepared to shoot while Scarlett concentrated on my cock, “I swear I told you everything I know already, please, don’t kill me.” He begged.
My stomach churned and I felt rage lick through me because the very first thing on the list of people I hate dealing with is men that beg for their lives like a fucking pussy.
I mean, accept your damn death and die like a fucking man! How hard is it?!
“You bet your ass I’m not gonna kill you.” I smiled, reaching down to grab Scarlett’s right boob, I pinched her nipple hard enough to get a little squeal from her.
Slipping my cock out from between her boobs and hovering it in front of her face, Scarlett leaned forward and slowly slid her lips down my throbbing cock.
“I told you I was going to give you a show.” I placed my trigger finger on the trigger, ready to pull as Scarlett got about halfway down my cock and pulled back, then slid her mouth all the way down until her lips hit the base of my cock.
“Holy Fuck.” I growled as I pulled the trigger, hitting his knee. His loud cry filled the air and I felt a surge of excitement shoot through my being as my cock pulsated at the back of Scarlett’s throat.
I almost forgot how exciting it is to have a dying man in front of me while I’m close to busting a nut.