The Mafioso's Wrath

CHAP 8

She swallowed hard, her unease palpable. The tension between us heightened, still hanging in the air like a thick cloud. Slowly, she nodded her head, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions.

I grinned wickedly, my eyes glinting with a dangerous warning, as I traced the tip of my gun along the curve of her chest, inching closer to the delicate peaks of her n*****s. Each movement was deliberate, causing her to tense as she felt the cold metal against her skin, a silent threat hanging in the air. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she held her breath.

Blood kept spreading on her naked body, and I admit, I like it.

"Where's the handkie?" I asked coldly, not breaking my stare at her.

Shaking and cautious, she moved away slightly to take the handkerchief I had given her earlier from the edge of the table.

"Why do you seem so scared, little fox? This is not new to you." I raised an eyebrow at her in a mocking manner.

She knew that I take severe action against anyone who dares to touch what's mine. She knew that I lack remorse and don't handle matters delicately. It's time for her to stop her pretense.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered. "W-Who wouldn't be afraid? Y-You killed them in front of me." Her voice croaked as she continued and glanced at my men lying on the floor for a moment.

I let out a sardonic chuckle as I firmly grasped her chin with my other hand. "Irrah, do you truly believe you can deceive me? You may have succeeded once, but you won't succeed again.'"

Her eyes watered again. She opened her mouth to speak, but no voice came out. It was as if the air was stuck in her throat, and the only thing she could do was bend down as her tears flowed silently.

If I were still the naive Thyro back then, I might have empathized with her and regretted her tears. However, that version of me no longer exists; it perished long ago when she betrayed me.

I removed the grip on her jaw and then carelessly pushed her, causing her to sit down on the table.

"You brought this upon yourself, Irrah. If you wish for me to fulfill your request, refrain from displaying fear or remorse in front of me. Remember, I didn't force you; you willingly made the request."

She swallowed hard and nodded. Moments later, she endeavored to conceal the emotions etched on her face. A smirk played on my lips as her gaze returned to me. Gradually, I lowered the gun I held to my side, closing the distance between us. Placing both palms on the table, I enveloped her petite frame and carefully surveyed her entirety.

"Sit properly, little fox," I commanded, my voice dripping with intensity, "and spread your legs for me." My gaze bore into her, a storm of desire raging within me. "I want them wide open, Irrah," I demanded, every word laced with a fervent hunger that could not be denied.

For the nth time, she swallowed hard, summoning every last bit of courage and strength within her. Slowly, she complied with my instructions, lifting her hips to position herself properly. With determination etched on her face, she avoided looking at me as she parted her legs and her feet dangled, focusing solely on the task at hand.

Upon catching sight of her femininity, my jaw instinctively clenched. Its presence was intoxicating, reminiscent of the heady scent of a poisonous flower on the brink of releasing its potent allure. It felt as though, if I wasn't careful, I could succumb to its spell and meet my demise.

"I said I want them wide open, little fox." I eyed her darkly and took her hand harshly before putting it on her knee.

Her lips parted, and she looked at the distance between her legs for a moment.

"Lie down on the table and put your fvcking legs up, Irrah."

She instantly grasped my intentions. Slowly, she placed her back against the table and lifted her feet. I couldn't help but grit my teeth as I observed her movements. With each passing second, it felt like my patience was slipping away.

Fottuta stronza!

I didn't wait for her to position herself properly. With a swift motion, I removed the towel from my waist and firmly grasped her hips, pulling her towards the end of the table. Some of my belongings scattered to the floor, but I paid them no mind. She drew in a sharp breath as I entered her, her thighs trembling as she clung to them tightly without uttering a word.

I could feel her pain, as I too experienced a twinge of discomfort when her dry walls brushed against me. Nevertheless, I remained resolute, tightening my grip on her waist and delving deeper. A simultaneous grunt and scream escaped her lips as her back arched.

Slowly, my vision dimmed, leaving me unable to see anything, my senses honing in solely on sound. I violently pushed myself in and out. Her groans were like some kind of incantation, entangling me in a web of curses that made me feel more and more insane.

Fvck.

"Hmmnngh! Ohh! Y-You're too deep..." she barely managed to say between her grunts.

I ignored her moans. I don't care if she gets hurt by my being violent. I don't care if I am penetrating her deeply. Even though I'm going crazy with the sensation I feel, it won't erase my anger towards her.

I held her legs tightly and then placed them on my shoulders. I pulled her waist further towards the end of the table, giving her bottom some space before bending down to rock back and forth. She was hardly gasping for air as I fvcked her relentlessly. Her eyes were tightly closed. I could feel the viscosity forming inside her, which made me lose my sanity even more.

"Don't you dare c*m without my consent, little fox," I warned with a hint of darkness in my tone.

She didn't answer me; instead, she let out an accented grunt when I brought my mouth to her breasts. I sucked, licked, and lapped her peaks alternately. I wasn't satisfied with it; harshly, I massaged her t**s. Even though I knew my aggression would cause some marks on her skin, I still don't give a damn. She asked for this; she should bear the consequences.

"Fvck!" I cursed and put down one of her legs.

I tipped her over and let her foot fall to the floor. One of her legs remained on my shoulder as I continued to go in and out of her. Wherever her hands touched, her head was restless to turn.

"Ahhh!" she cried out when I touched and pinched her cl*t. "Please! I might c*m if you do that, hmmngh!"

I smirked and leaned in close to her ear, as I was still side-fvcking her recklessly. "Try, little fox, and you'll be severely punished," I whispered menacingly.

I watched as she firmly bit her bottom lip. "P-Please... hmmmgnh... sh*t..."

She attempted to take my hand away, but as I buried myself deeper inside her, she grew weaker and gasped for air. I peered at our privates. I could clearly see how her cl*toral area twitches when I clench it and how my manhood disappears every time I'm in her.

"Hmmnngh!" she continued to moan and was restless. "I'm going to c*m. Ohh! Please! Let me, hmmngh!" she pleaded.

I tightened my jaw, shifting my focus back to her. "Not ye—"

"Ahhh!" she moaned out loud and trembled under me.

Fvck!

Unintentionally, I withdrew as her climax surged through her. She didn't just orgasm; she squirted for fvck's sake! I darkly watched her femininity throb as it released her juices.

She was exhausted by the time she finished. Her whole body almost stuck to the table, and one of her legs rested on me weakly. She can't open her eyes properly; it seems that illusion and reality are pulling her apart.

She gasped and had the strength to wake up when I took her up and pulled her hair. I turned her sweaty face to mine. Fear and regret immediately registered in her eyes.

"I didn't give you permission just yet, little fox," I reminded her sin.

Her lips quivered. "I'm sorry. I-I really can't hold bac—"

She inhaled sharply as I rose, forcing her to stand while keeping a firm grasp on a handful of her hair.

"You dare not follow me," I said between my gritted teeth.

I turned her violently and then threw her upper body on the table. "Now, taste your punishment, Irrah."

She winced as I gave her a hard smack on her butt cheek, then used my knees to spread her legs apart. "I'll make sure you'll be bedridden for three fvcking days!" I exclaimed with anger before thrusting myself into her, ravaging her mercilessly from behind.