Chapter 3: The show.
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SERGIO’S POV.
I pour myself a drink. Scotch. Neat and without ice. I want to feel the burn of the drink down my throat. Hopefully it bring me back to my senses. I have never done anything of this nature before. So unpredictable, that’s what my men say. Well I didn’t become head of the entire Costello empire by being predictable. My reputation precedes me. The mere mention of my name make better men tremble. I have earned that power. I worked hard, killed and committed the greatest of crime that would make normal men piss their pants. That’s the power I hold.
They call me “The man that visits at night”. That’s my MO. I visit when you’re not expecting and deliver justice. Well, my own form of justice anyways.
My eyes find the small quaint figure huddled on my couch. I can still read fear on her but there is also curiosity.
Her eyes find mine watching her intently and she skittles her eyes away like a scared little mouse.
I walk to her.
“do you want to tell me the real reason you were in that building??” I ask her pointedly.
I walk behind my desk and sit down. I have an uninterrupted view of her. So as her eyes widen in fear and confusion I see it all.
“what do you mean?” she whispers.
I don’t say anything.
“i told you the truth. I swear I am not lying. I have a project. I am an architecture student. The project is to go to..o” her voice breaks and she stops talking to take in a deep breathe.
“to go to a landmark and observe the structure and all that stuff. You can check it out. With the school and all. You saw my school ID. I swear I am not lying.” she whispers brokenly.
“That’s okay.” I tell her.
Of course I know she wasn’t lying. I just wanted to see her all riled up is all. I know when people are lying to me. She doesn’t give up any signs of someone that is hiding something. I would know.
“come here.” I instruct her.
I watch her pupils expand and her breathe catch.
I don’t remove my eyes from hers. She fidgets.
Her eyes move from me to the door and I see she’s seriously considering fleeing.
‘That’s not a good idea Piccolo. I am going to be on you before you get to the door. And even if you manage to get out of here before I catch you my men are right outside and they are going to get you before you have taken five steps.” I give her a wolfish smile.
Her hands visibly shake. Seeing her frightened fills me up with desire. I am a sick bastard after all.
“now I am not going to repeat myself again. Come here.”
She stands and takes small steps. It is amusing to watch her. she’s trying to drag it out. I smile.
she loses her footing and finally reaches me.
She stops just at the foot of my chair.
Her eyes look at everything but me.
“eyes up here.” I instruct. It comes out harsher than I intend.
“beautiful.” it slips out of my mouth before I can control it. She sucks in a sharp breathe
Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of violet I have seen. They look like rare topaz Jeweleries from the mounts of Burma.
Absolutely Beautiful.
She pulls her lips into her mouth and bites on it. Lust Sears through my body.
“Strip.” I tell her.
“What?? What-t-t???” She screeches.
“You heard me. I said strip.”
“Why?? What did I do?? I already told you everything you asked me to.” She sounds close to tears again.
“I won’t repeat myself.” I know I sound like a total bastard. I am not going to deny the truth of who I am. She shouldn’t be surprised. People talk, even simple normal folks. She must have heard the tales of the monster of a man.
Her eyes filled with fear start buttoning her simple top. I suck in a breathe watching her dainty hands pluck that the buttons of the simple fabric. It would be so easy for me to tear it off her delicate body.
Her thighs are exposed to me through the short girly skirt. Long expanse of smooth flesh for my devouring eyes to take in.
“Take your time. I have all night.” I tell her when I see her stalling with pulling off her clothes.
She takes in a shuddering breathe. Her blonde hair is strewn over her face. Framing the most beautiful faces I have ever seen.
She has this angelic face that shows innocence.
Untouched by the evil of this world.
She pulls the shirts apart and I watch it fall down her arms and to the floor.
Her hands go to the front of her chest to cover her exposed flesh from my gaze. At least she tries to cover it up.
There is no covering those ample full breasts with her small hands.
“Don’t cover yourself when you stand before me.” I tell her gruffly.
My d**k is rapidly hardening.
“Now put your hands down.” I instruct her.
She looks so close to tears that I expect her to burst into tears at anytime.
She hesitantly drops her hands down.
“Such beauties.” I murmur.
I watch a flush go up her neck. She’s trying her best to resist the urge to cover herself from my peering eyes.
They are decadent. Beautiful mound of pure heaven made to pleasure and please a man.
They are full, nearly too big for her petite frame. Enclosed in a full lavender bra. The color works for her skin giving her illusion of it not being there. I can see her rose colored n*****s through the fabric.
My mouth starts watering. My c**k is a full mast now. Just the sight of her breasts is making me horny like a high school boy.
“Now the skirt.” I grunt.
With shaking hands, she finds the zip and pulls down. I watch with bated breathe.
Is she going to be one of those girls that wear matching underwear. Is she going to be a thong or granny pants girl. I find myself thinking that no matter What it is I am sure it is going to look great on her.
She pulls it down her flared hips and I watch it fall down. My eyes latch on to the thong she has on.
“Naughty girl.” I whisper.
Her breathe catches and she squirms under my gaze.
Her p***y is covered by the thin sheer fabric of her Lavender thong. She is so beautiful.
“Turn around.” She turns around slowly.
My eyes do not miss anything as i take her all in. From her blonde her that falls like a waterfall of pure liquid gold and her violet bright eyes, to her full breasts and slim torso, her slim waist and flared hips. She’s a wet dream walking. Any man will be damn lucky to have her as his. Damn f*****g lucky.
Her ass is pert and round. I imagine her bouncing on my d**k as her watch her ass shake from behind. Or my handprint on her ass , red and bruised from all the spanking she’s going to get.
“When I said you should strip, I meant everything.” I tell her calmly when she’s finally facing me.
“But-t wh-y-y?.” She asks. Tears fall down her eyes silently and it only makes me more horny. I am a real bastard because why the f**k would I be getting more turned on by her tears??
“Because I want to make sure you don’t have any wire on you. I am a man with many enemies. It would not be a big surprise if my one of my enemies sent a Beauty you like you to me.” I tell her. It’s all c**k and bull. Just an excuse to get what I want.
“Now take all of it off.” The more I see her, the more I want to see her.
Her shaking hands go to the back of her bra. With a flick the bra comes off.
Her hands hold the cups of the bra, not letting it fall down.
I give her one hard look and she lets it drop down.
“Fuckk...” I curse out loud.
Those are the prettiest, roundest pair of breasts I have ever seen in my life.
Full with dusty rose tipped n*****s. It must be the chilly air because I watch her n*****s tighten and become tight peaks.
They fall just a little because of the weight. The right size to fill up my hands to overflowing.
“The rest.” I gruffly say.
My voice is filled with lust. Bone crushing lust.
Her hands catch the band of her panties and she pulls it down. It falls down her legs and she steps out of it daintily. Even as she’s before me stripped bare as the day she was born she still manages to look elegant.
A mere creature indeed.
My eyes go down and latch onto her p***y.
Closed like an untouched and untried flower. f**k. She’s going to be a tight fit. I can picture sinking into her p***y and watching her gasp in pleasure and pain.
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