The Devil's Favourite Obsession

Bloodbath

(Adriano pov)

“Talk,” I commanded, dropping the hammer with a clang, grabbing his chin again, flesh yielding soft and pulpy now, the man swallowed convulsively, blood bubbling at his lips.

“It wasn’t... supposed to go like this. They said you wouldn’t be out yet. Shipment moves clean.”

“Who said that?” Luca pressed, leaning in.

He hesitated, eyes rolling wild, I didn’t. My fist drove into his side, his ribs giving way with a splintering crunch, he howled, convulsing.

“Names,” I growled, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his battered body.

“D-Don Alvarez!” he choked, voice splintering. “It’s his operation... expanding... taking your routes... all of ‘em.”

Silence crashed down, broken only by his ragged wheezing.

Luca shot me a look. “That’s a problem. Alvarez? He’s been quiet too long.”

“No,” I said calmly, wiping blood from my split knuckles onto his shirt, the fabric absorbing it greedily. “That’s a message. One we answer in kind.”

The man shook his head weakly, chains jingling faintly. “You don’t... understand, it bigger than that. He has people inside”

“Inside what?” Luca demanded, grabbing a fistful of his collar, shaking him like a ragdoll, but the man clamped shut, fresh terror widening his eye.

I leaned in, breath hot on his ear, voice a venomous whisper. “You were doing well. Don’t ruin it now. Who?”

“If I tell... they’ll kill me slow.”

I smiled faintly, cold as the room’s chill. “If you don’t, I will. Right here. And it won’t be quick.”

He broke then, fully, body sagging, defeat pouring out with the words. “They’ve been watching... your movements. Even before the warehouse hit. Knew where you’d be... when... how many men... everything.”

Luca cursed, low and filthy. “That means—”

“Yes,” I cut in, straightening. “We have a leak. Close. Rotting us from within.”

The room went deathly still, the drip from the pipe the only sound.

“Who?” I pressed, fingers twitching toward the pliers on the table.

“Don’t know names... just... it’s close. Closer than you think. Family. Blood.”

I straightened slowly, the weight of betrayal settling like ice in my veins.

“That’s enough,” I said, voice flat.

“Boss?” Luca asked, glancing at the door.

“He told us what we needed.” I nodded to the guards lurking outside, who cracked the door.

“What about him?” one grunted, eyeing the twitching heap.

I glanced at the man, he was barely conscious, body a map of bruises and breaks, blood pooling thick and congealing beneath him.

“Make sure he doesn’t talk to anyone else. Ever. Use the acid. Let him feel it dissolve.”

The man’s eye flew wide, a final, desperate “Wait—!” gurgling out as I turned away.

But his voice dissolved into irrelevance as the door sealed shut behind me.

The hallway felt different stepping out, cleaner, the blood-scent clinging to my clothes like a second skin, my pulse still thrumming with the violence. Adrenaline buzzed, sharpening everything.

“Leak on the inside,” Luca said, matching my stride, voice tight. “That complicates s**t. We gotta purge deep.”

“It clarifies,” I replied, fists clenching involuntarily, knuckles splitting open anew with a sting. “We move precisely. No mercy.”

He nodded, radioing ahead quietly, I walked straight to my room, the burn in my muscles a welcome ache, bathroom lights snapped on, stark white exposing the gore and blood smeared across my shirt, flecked on my face, knuckles raw, I turned the faucet, the water roaring hot, steam rising as I plunged my hands in. The scald stung the splits, blood swirling pink down the drain.

“Prepare a full internal review,” I said without looking up, scrubbing viciously, nails scraping skin. “Every soldier. Every lieutenant. Family included.”

“Already in motion,” Luca confirmed from the doorway. “Starting with the warehouse crew.”

“No one exempt. Test loyalties. Break the weak.”

“Understood, boss.”

The water ran clear eventually, but the phantom ache lingered, the hammer’s recoil in my arms, the satisfying crunch of bone.

“Boss,” Luca said carefully, “you should rest. Clean up proper. After... that?”

“I will.” I dried my hands on a towel, rough terrycloth rasping against fresh scabs.

“Where?”

I paused, towel stilling. Only a second. But it was enough.

“Upstairs.”

“With her?” he asked, surprise flickering.

I didn’t answer right away. The violence still hummed in my veins, demanding release, but not like this, not down here.

“Yes.”

He nodded once, wisely silent. “Then go in clean. She doesn’t need to see the monster.”

I opened the door to her room without knocking, the hallway’s chill yielding to warmer air scented faintly with her lavender and skin, untouched by the rot below.

She lay there on the bed, asleep, chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, sheets tangled around her legs, oblivious to the empire crumbling and reforming in blood just floors away.

For a moment, standing in the doorway, the rage vanished, her softness pulled at something buried deep, a counterweight to the darkness I carried.

Whatever I was down there, the cold executioner, breaker of men, I wasn’t bringing the full weight in here.

But the need for her coiled tighter now, turning Violence into hunger, control into possession, I closed the door softly behind me, the click loud in the quiet, and stepped toward the bed, shedding my bloodied shirt with a whisper of fabric. The air cooled my heated skin as I approached, eyes tracing the curve of her hip under the sheet, the vulnerability that made my c**k twitch despite the ache in my hands.

She stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but didn’t wake. Good, l needed this. Her. To ground the storm, my fingers brushed her ankle, skin warm and smooth, testing. She sighed in her sleep, shifting toward me instinctively.

The leak would wait. Alvarez would wait. Vengeance could simmer, right now, she was mine to claim. To f**k the darkness out. Hard. Raw. Until nothing else existed.

I slid onto the bed behind her, body pressing close, my hardening c**k nestling against the cleft of her ass through the thin barrier of her panties. My blood-streaked hand slid up her thigh, rough palm scraping silkily over her skin, parting her legs with insistent pressure.

Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering open. “Adriano?”

“Shh,” I growled low against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe, the salt of her skin on my tongue. “Don’t talk. Just feel.”

She arched back into me instinctively, a soft gasp escaping as my fingers hooked her panties aside, finding her p***y already damp, c**t swelling under my touch. The slick heat gripped me, pulling a groan from my throat, the first real release since the room below.

“f**k, you’re wet for me,” I murmured, thrusting two fingers deep in her p***y, the wet squelch loud in the quiet room, her walls clenching greedily around the intrusion. My thumb circled her c**t roughly, the nub hard and pulsing, while my other hand pinned her hip, bruises on my knuckles pressing into her flesh.

She whimpered, grinding back, her ass rubbing my c**k through my pants, the friction igniting fresh fire. “What... happened? You smell like—”

“Blood,” I admitted, nipping her neck hard enough to mark, sucking the skin until it bloomed red under my mouth, coppery hint mixing with her sweetness. “Dealt with a problem. Now I deal with you.”

I freed my c**k with my free hand, thick and throbbing, veins pulsing with the same violence that had shattered bone. Precum beaded at the tip, slicking as I notched it against her entrance, her arousal coating me in a hot rush.

“Please,” she breathed, pushing back, p***y lips parting around my head.

I thrust in savagely, burying to the hilt in one brutal stroke, her cry sharp and needy, walls fluttering wildly around my girth, the tight, velvety squeeze milking me. The slap of skin on skin echoed, her juices squelching with each punishing drive, my balls slapping her c**t rhythmically.

“Take it,” I snarled, hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. I bit down, teeth sinking in, drawing a copper bead that I licked away, the taste exploding on my tongue. My hips snapped forward relentlessly, c**k stretching her, pounding deep enough to bruise her cervix, every plunge grinding her g-spot with raw friction.

She sobbed out moans, body quaking, n*****s hard peaks tenting her shirt as I mauled one breast, pinching the bud viciously between blood-crusted fingers. The pain-pleasure twisted her higher, p***y gushing around me, drenching my thighs.

“Mine,” I rasped, free hand slapping her ass, crack ringing sharp, skin blooming pink under my palm, the sting making her clench harder. “This cunt. This body. All f*****g mine.”

Her orgasm hit like a storm, walls convulsing, spasming in rhythmic squeezes that dragged me over the edge. I roared, slamming deep, c**k erupting in thick ropes of c*m, flooding her, the hot overflow leaking out around me with wet, obscene drips.

We collapsed, panting, my body pinning hers, c**k still twitching inside her pulsing heat. The violence forgotten for now.

But tomorrow? The bloodbath continued.