groaned, biting my bottom lip as the naked blonde moaned above me. After the blow job, I didní hesitate cuffing her hands and made her ride my dick like a whore.
Her gray eyes locked with mines as she rode my shaft. Her beautiful breasts bounced around, as she did. It was satisfying but not to me.
I growled, grabbing both of her thighs and thrusting all of me inside of her.
“F–fuck… you so deep… Her moans elevated until they became cries from a satisfying combination of pain and pleasure. I grunted, thrusting harder. I watched as she squeezed her eyes shut and warm tears begin to appear. Her breasts bounced even more as I gave her harder strokes, probably tearing her. Bitch. 1 repeatedly showed her that I had no interest in her.
1 didn’t want her and I just fucked her to forget Nicholas.
She cried out my name repeatedly but I didn’t slow down. My nails dug into the skin of her small hips, leaving a mark to remember me by one of the many on her body which I didn’t care about.
1 groaned, quickly pulling myself out and jerking my warm semen up and onto her stomach. I pulled myself out from beneath her and grabbed my clothes, tossing her the key to the cuffs before I left. I didn’t stay to see how she would manage to remove the cuffs from her hands or how marked up her body was.
The next morning, I woke up with a headache. “Great. What a great fucking way to start a day,” I groaned before throwing my feet off the bed and sitting up straight.
I scratched the side of my neck and got up from the bed. Grabbing the robe from the sofa, I tied it around my waist before walking to the bathroom and splashing cold water on my face.
After freshening up, I put on my formal clothes and made my way to the living room. Maria was already there, holding her iPad.
“I need a green tea,” I said, looking at her as I sank onto the sofa. She nodded and walked to the kitchen. A few moments later, she returned with the tea and placed it on the table.
“You don’t look alright, sir. Is everything okay?” she asked.
I ignored her question with a straight face and turned my attention to my business.
“Make sure, Nicholas gets breakfast in time, I ordered.
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Marla hesitated for a moment before nodding. Yes, sir, she said before walking away to carry of my order.
I leaned back on the sofa, rubbing my temples as the headache pounded against my skull, Last night had been nothing more than a meaningless distraction, No matter how hard I tried to fuck Nicholas out of my mind, he was still there—lingering like a ghost, haunting me in ways I hated to admit.
I picked up the cup of green tea and took a slow sip, letting the warmth settle in my stomach. My phone buzzed on the table. I glanced at the screen.
JOHN: Boss he has still refused to speak.
I scoffed. Typical. They always thought they could hold out.
ME: I’m coming. Keep him alive until I get there.
I stood up, rolling my shoulders to shake off the last remnants of sleep. The headache was still there, but it didn’t matter. I needed to handle this personally.
Maria hovered nearby, watching me cautiously. “Would you like anything else, sir?”
1 shook my head. “No.”
She gave a small nod before walking away, leaving me to my thoughts.
I pulled on a black shirt and slid my gun into its holster. By the time I stepped outside, my driver was already waiting, the car idling by the curb. Without a word, I got in, and we pulled away from the estate.
The city blurred past in streaks of light, but my focus was locked on the task ahead. The man in that warehouse had answers I needed. And if he didn’t talk?
Well. I wasn’t coming to negotiate.
The drive to the warehouse wasn’t long
I opened the first door and my eyes fell on the man tied in the cell and luckily, it was the bastard who stole from me. I took off my coat and rolled up my sleeves. I needed to take out my anger
somewhere.
Couldn’t hurt Nicholas, couldn’t do anything to him when he disrespected me, now I wanted to take out my anger on someone else,
I opened up the tool kit, laying out multiple torture devices on the table. John stood behind me leaning on the wall. I usually don’t torture my captives, I let people do it for me but today… today 1 fucking needed to do it myself because a measly little twin brother was driving me insane.
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The guy squirmed letting out an alarmed cry through the thick fabric of the gag, as I inserted another needle into his neck. After I had inserted ten needles around his neck, he couldn’t even
move his face,
Panic could
in a stifle seen in his eyes, tears streamed down the sides of his face as he kept his head
in a stiff position not moving, not even by a little bit because he knew that all the needles will jam into him if he did.
“Tell me. Where is your boss.” I demanded as my eyes stared in his soul.
He gently shook his head as if trying hard not to move with needles puncturing his neck.
I punched him square in the jaw and relished the way my ring cut into his flesh. A pain–filled muffled scream left him, the needles punched into the side of his neck.
His bruised eyes closed and a tear slipped down his cheek mixed with his filthy blood. He almost looked dead, so, I made it fucking easier for him.
I picked a blade from the table beside me. I shoved it into his hand and dragged it upwards towards his arm cutting open his flesh along the way. Blood sprayed on my face but I didn’t care. It made me feel alive, it made me feel sane.
He didn’t even scream loud enough for me and that pissed me the fuck off. I stuck the blade down. his throat, ripping open his neck. He pathetically choked on his blood and finally died the fuck off.
I breathed heavily, watching the blood still pouring out of his body.
“Satisfied?” John asked from behind me.
“Yes…” I spoke.
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