PROLOUGE

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PROLOGUE Mild Ramen Ahead. I have one job, kill. As I look around this masquerade party I had infiltrated, I can't seem to find one man: my Target, Kean Amadeo. The VIP of this party, with his alliance with both Constello and Silvenia, his power and scope of influence will drastically increase, limiting our chances of defeating all three empires. "One manhattan, and may I buy you a drink?" Napalingon ako sa katabi ko as he raises his shot glass, offering me to take the order the bartender had placed in front of me. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Dark Silvenia." f**k. "I'll have a vodka martini, thank you very much." I pulled out an innocent smile, hiding my bloodshot eyes behind the masks I'm wearing. "Isn't this lovely, the son of Kairus Ace Silvenia, offering me a drink." More like his adopted son. "You seem to know me. Might I know your name?" His smirk is perfect for his chiseled jawline. The details on his face prove how much of a hottie this guy is despite having his mask covering his amber eyes. "Hmm?" I took the shot, swirling the content before taking a sip. It's not vodka. "Just call me---" My voice was cut short after that loud bang, "what was that?" "Awful timing, really." Napatingala ako kay Dark as he finished his drink, "I'll catch you around, pup." Pup huh? I shook my head at the pet name he gave me; I'd rather have him call me his slave and let him step on me--my ghad my masochism is taking over. I watched him walk away, back to their stage as he sat with bachelors and their mistresses just like Mr. Helliester Constello and his 'wife' Fheisty Constello. And there he is, my target. "Let's now welcome to the stage our special guest, Kean Amadeo!" I looked up, the liquid I drank sinking into my system, f**k I feel horny. "Just a dance, may I?" And even before I can protest, a man hotter than Dark swept me off my feet as I feel his shaky breath on my neck. His black and golden mask emphasizing his amber eyes, light-toned skin, and a hell of a jawline; his shoulders are broad as his all-black suit hugging his muscles like how my black cocktail dress hugs my curves. I feel hot. "f**k me." "Aren't you eager." I didn't mean to blurt those words out! "Shall we leave then?" I don't even know this man! He radiates terrible news, but I still have a mission to accomplish---, but damn he's tempting. "I thought we're dancing?" "We can dance in bed," He leaned in, his long slender hands grabbing my thighs, "Naked." "Hmm?" I hummed in anticipation as I looked around, eyeing the location of the man I need to kill while slow dancing with this stranger that stole me away from the bar stand. "I don't even know you." "I don't think I can trust you with my name." He said, nonchalant. "I don't think we need trust in this." I grabbed his necktie, pulling him closer to my face before leaning in, "You don't need to trust me to f**k me." And when I had him wrapped around my fingers, he grabbed my chin, pulling me up before stealing a kiss. I was caught off guard, leaving my lips half-open. His soft lips brushing on mine had me butterflies with missiles in my stomach. His hands resting on my waist as I had my hands traveled from his necktie to his neck, pulling him closer. "You only have one mission, do or die." The doctor's voice echoed in my head. "Kill the Amadeo's boss." Pushing him away as I parted our lips which made my head and feminity fight. The cave between my thighs is dripping wet as my head butchered me with complaints. I still have a mission to accomplish. I was ready to speak when he beat me to it. "Golden Room, 2nd door to the left," I smirked as a plan formed in my head. "Or should I have you at my suite?" He slid a card key between my mountains, diving them in my cleavage. He raised his eyebrows, asking me to tell my name. "I'll be waiting for you," He never mentioned his name, and he's asking for mine! "Sarang," I told him an alias, a name far from mine. "I'll be waiting, Sarang." a few seconds after he let go of me, the lights dimmed and flickered back bright. A signal for me to take my position. Walking away from the crowd, I followed the map I memorized, walking on areas considered as blind spots. I tapped the earpiece behind my ear, hidden in my hair. "Phantom in Position." "Shall we attack with guns or drugs?" The voice on the other side asked. "I have a sexmate later," I excused as I heard Nixyrelle sigh. "He's my alibi if ever I fail to leave the party." "He's not Phantom; you always leave before the cops arrive. I swear if that man causes you to fail, then f**k you and your hormones." I smirked. "Oh, I'll be f****d for sure." I can imagine her shaking her head at me, but well, as long as we finish the mission, we have nothing to worry about. I can get laid till morning, and nobody will know I'm involved in an assassination. "Our pawn is approaching." I immediately prepared the substance the doctor gave us, removing the lid as I maintained my sloppy walking. 'Accidentally' bumping into the waiter as I looked at the plates and dumped the liquid in a platter with a note under it stating who eats the meal. "K. Amadeo." "Oh umm---" I hiccupped. "Are you alright, miss?" The guy asked as he aided me. What a perfect pawn, unaware of the poison he'll be serving. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little intoxicated." Most preferably, I am drugged by that Dark Silvenia, "Do you need help in anything?" I shook my head before smiling at him, "I'll be fine." I walked past him and walked with the wall as my guide. "Oi Phantom," Nixyrelle spoke through the earpiece. "You are right on the blind spot." I abruptly stopped walking when a hand grabbed my wrist-spinning me 180 degrees before forcing me to land on his chest. "The room's the other way, Love." And it's as if a toxin took over my body, controlling my moves and allowing me to give in to temptation. "Were you following me?" I accused him of all people that should not know about me being an assassin. It'll only complicate things when we end up knowing each other. Kapag nalaman niyang ako ang nasa likod ng pagkamatay ni Kean Amadeo and he ends up on the other side then no more fucky fucky. But, at the same time, I'll be forced to face him. Or even worse, kill him—a man in a body of a Greek god. I can't. "I'd rather say I was looking for you." His voice is low and husky; it's as if he's tickling a part of me that I never knew existed. "I'll be called in stage later. How about a quickie?" "A quickie?" This man sure does love pulling me! He's now holding my wrist, dragging me into a somewhat secluded area. It is dark, covered, and a perfect thrill-setting location for s*x. Yep, a hallway. "Dito talaga?" He gave a mean engaging grin and winked, eliciting a sexy laugh. "Shall we?" When I thought I was backed in a corner, the wall---a door I was leaning on opened, revealing a red room. My eyes gazed around the room when the man pushed me in anticipation. Kissing my lips, treating them roughly, hungry. He's an aggressive kisser, biting my lower lip before grabbing my ass making me gasp. "Y-you..." His cold hands traveled from my ass up against my thighs before gently pulling me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. His hands continued to rub themselves against the fabric I'm wearing when his kiss traveled from my lips, cheeks, jawline, and neck. I felt his hot breath against my skin before having him kiss and suck away. Napatingin ako sa kamay niya, rather nagtaka. Those burn scars seem to have grown with him—a scar of the past. "Bored?" Agad akong umiling saka pinadahas ang sariling kamay mula sa balikat niya, pababa ng braso at nilapit sa kamay niyang nakasuporta sa pwetan ko. "Sweetheart, moan." "I---ahh." I arched my back when I felt him thrust between my legs with his clothes on. "You..." I held the hand that has burnt scars. He flinched at the contact of our skins. "You have nice hands." I intertwined my fingers with him as he slowed down. His once aggressive kisses tuned to a level of tranquility. A feeling as if he's never received those words before. "And I can put them in good use too." He let go of our fingers before abruptly flicking them between the fabric of my p***y. He increases the pace of his kisses, hitting spots like a frustrated gunman. "F-fuck..." My soft moan might have signaled him about my soft spot, but it was not in his intention to mark. He grabbed my hair, pulling it from one side, granting him more access to my neck--- or so I thought. "I appreciate the compliment, sweetheart, but you're not invited to this party." I froze, sweatdropping. "What do you mean I'm not invit---" he removed my earpiece, well hidden behind my ear. "Who were you planning to kill?" Agad ko naman siyang naitulak forgetting that he was my only support mula sa position ko midst our foreplay. Napaupo ako sa sahig, his hands still tugging on my hair as he crouched down, dominating over my space. "Is it me? The Silvenia? Or Amadeo?" Who the f**k is this guy? My hands slowly made their way to my thighs, ready to grab my gun when he smirked. "Looking for this?" His hands twirled around the trigger guard before pointing at me, totally catching me off guard: Napatingin naman ako sa kanya, his smirk spreading across his face. "Who are you?" I took up the courage to ask when a hand slapped me. "You didn't even answer my question, Sarang." I glared at him before another slap hit my face. "Look at you..." He grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him. "Where'd the naughty assassin go?" Locking the position and distance of my gun, I stared at him before smirking. My hand pulled my hair from his grasp and kicked him in the stomach. The second he backed away was my chance to take my gun back, standing up and placing my heel on his left hand. My gun is pointed at him as he aimed one of his' at me. It's a gun down. "Aren't we supposed to be f*****g?" At kahit gustuhin, ko man ay hindi ko na magawang pumayag sa gusto nito. He knows my plan, and he knows what I'm here for. "You can't kill me." Once again, he smirks. His damn self-satisfied smirk, a man who knew he was in power, and enjoyed watching his methodical treat doubt themselves. "You want me, Assassin." Just how bold is this man, and how dumb am I? Allowing him to sit up, take the lead, and threw our guns away. "You want to f**k me." I bit my lip as I felt him approach me. His hands were pulling me down. Down to his lap as his lips trailed themselves from my hand up to my exposed collarbone. "Your target isn't me." "What if it's you?" Yep, my brain cells happily committed suicide after that dumb question. "Love, if it were me, you would have either poisoned your lips or blast my brains off." His lips are back to my neck when I felt him lift my dress higher, exposing my black lace undergarments. "We still have 15 minutes." 15 minutes? "f**k me like it's our last day on earth." He removed my panties before once again kissing my lips. His dominance is exhilarating, pushing me over before domineering over me. Whispering dirty words as I felt myself wetter and my knees weaker. He pursued his aimless adventure, his hands groping every flesh in me as I felt him growl under my skin. Exposing my now half-naked body, he reached for my mask. I backed away. "Don't." I can feel his questioning stares. "Why not?" "If..." The heat indeed is taking a toll on my body, prohibiting me from saying the words I needed to say. "If we end up as enemies, it'll be easier to kill you." "And it'll be easier to finish the work if we don't know each other's faces, hmm?" He whispered behind my ears before fully removing my dress. I tried covering my empire's crest when I saw him reach for a remote, pressing a button before the lights dimmed. The curtains were half-open as the moonlight enter, hitting a part of our masks that emphasizes our covered faces. "f**k the stage." And like a beast, he pounced himself to me; He's like a beast in the wilderness calling me out to tame him at the same time the guarded walls of his gaze warns me that he's a wind that no matter what you do, you can't contain him. Still, today, as I stare at his crystal clear black orbs, I see nothing but purity and sincerity. No wall looms over us, leaving me confused. He's a sadist, a s*x god, but why? Within the onyx eyes, I question every bit of emotion he's showing. His fingers are tracing a familiar area on my stomach, a scar that even I don't know where it came from. "You're beautiful." His hands are cupping my cheeks before leaning in. "f*****g beautiful." If he's pertaining to my facial appearance that he can't see or my body he gazes at is a question I can't answer, but I know, I know to myself that I am pretty hot, physically and internally. F-f**k. My p***y sure is dripping wet. "You sure do take your time." Pushing him over the couch, I took the lead. "A quickie remember?" My desperation and intoxication took over me, his hands holding my thighs as I unbuckled his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and removing his member from the last piece of fabric, keeping him in. "A-ah..." He moaned once my frail fingers stroked his erected member. His growls filled the room as I teasingly rubbed his shaft, rubbing the tip before sliding down. "Tease me more, and I won't settle for quick sex." "It's not like you have any choice." In a swift movement, he pushed me off the couch. Catching me off as I kneeled in front of him and his almighty sword I didn't know was the largest d**k I've seen. Can that even fit me? "No s**t Sarang." He grabbed my hair, pulling me closer to his shaft before handing himself to me. "Suck." I swear, this man can't keep his words. Leaning in, I approached the pink tip of his member, licking it as little precum came out. Tasting his salty and sweet c*m, I started to throb my head, my lips and tongue playing with him as my fingers caressed his balls. His moans are inviting, asking me to do more, throb, suck, lick, and play with him more. "I can't--- F-f**k Sarang." Just when I thought I had him c*****g before me, he pulled my hair away from his member. Wrapping his arms around my armpits and carrying me up to him. He dominated over me as I watch him remove his tie, wrapping his black necktie on my hands as he placed them above my head. Light bondage between us as he reached for my neck. "You're soaked." I've been wet from the moment you kissed me, Dumbass! He continued parting my legs, positioning himself before thrusting in without warning. I arched my back upon his sudden entrance before hearing him moan. The feeling of ecstasy lingered in me, his member in me, stretching me. HOW BIG IS HE?! "I'm in." No s**t, you are. I unconsciously bit my lip as he slowly thrust in and out of me. He was maintaining a slow pace before grabbing on my neck, choking me at the same time, allowing me to breathe. The b**m this man displayed made me wetter as I fondled with the necktie he used to tie my hands. "Moan for me, Love." "I d-don't even know what name to c-call you." I had a hard time speaking. His hands and d**k are causing my murderous butterflies in my stomach to either use missiles or nuke my entire body. "It's simple," I gasped the moment he shoved himself in me. His length is staying inside. "Call me Daddy." Unconsciously biting my lip, I wrapped my legs around him. I was staring at his smirking face before grinding my hips to his'. Allowing him to thrust deeper. "Then f**k me, daddy." It's as if I said four magic words before he paved his way into oblivion. The sounds of the slapping of our skin as muffled moans and grunts escaped our lips enveloped the room. The stairway to heaven opened wider as I felt his thrust become sloppier. He's biting his lips as I bit mine, closing in. "D-daddy---" I tried warning him, but he simply leaned in, kissing my lips as he continued with his fast-paced f*****g. "Ngh, I--- 'm close..." Once, our lips parted as his breathing became heavier. "I---" I felt him attempting to pull out, so I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping him in me. "S-Sarang D-don't." I shook my head, "Stay." I know we didn't use any protection, nor am I using pills, but I can never get pregnant. "If I stay, I'll get you preg---" My hands that were once tied are now free. Wrapping themselves around his nape as I pulled him closer. "Sarang---" Our lips crashing as I felt his sloppy thrusting accelerated. My walls tightened as I neared my high. He continued kissing me, biting my lower lip before supporting himself and thrusting until we both climaxed. Dahan dahan naman siyang pumatong sa akin, I feel his member throbbed in me, mixing our juices before slowly removing himself. He remained on top of me, feeling each other's heat. "Seems like the stage was able to wait." He chuckled, placing butterfly kisses on my cheeks before sitting up. Fixing his wrinkled polo, tucking his semi-erected member back to its covers. I glanced around the room, hoping to find my undergarments this man tossed across the room. Nang sinubukan kong tumayo ay nakaramdam ako ng kirot sa kaselanan ko. This motherfucker. I glared at him as he smirked. "Can't walk?" Sinamaan ko siya ng tingin. "I'll kill you." "Then be my guest, Sarang." He emphasized my alias. "Come at me." He leaned in before placing his hand on my mask, tracing over its chic design. "I forgot, you already did." His hands grazed over my femininity before fixing the last fabric of his suit. "f**k you." "Don't be too eager, Love, we can f**k after the alliance." I wanted to glare at him once again, but my vision blurred. My head throbbed, and I feel as if my lungs gave up on oxygen. I can't breathe. "You better stay here until I come back." He gripped my hair before grinning. "My naughty Assassin." My body is starting to give up. My head is fuzzy, and all I can do is collapse on my knees. "W-what did you do?" He didn't respond; rather, he turned his heel on me. Leaving me helpless on the floor as I gasp for air. "I told you, Love, you can't kill me." As the doors closed, I hesitantly grabbed my earpiece, hoping to get some help, when all I hear is a strong sound, the line is broken. I f****d up. I f****d up badly... And he f****d me up badly...
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