My Psychopath Billionaire Husband

The old man whom my customer tonight started to kiss me. I couldn't bear see his face this close. I could see his pores, wrinkles and freckles. It disgust me. His lips tased like cigarette. A strong one. I firmly closed my eyes. I wanted to pull away but couldn't do it. This is all for money, Nieva. You can do it. Endure this a little. This will end soon. "Honey, you taste like a candy, so young and flavourful," he whispered as he stopped kissing me on my lips and grab my thighs tightly. My skin crawl by what I've just heard. The words coming out from his mouth is disgusting too. I've encountered lot of people like him. They crave for young women to satisfy their needs. A total creep and a pervert. I despise them. He started kissing me on my cheeks, down to my neck and shoulders. His lips pressing on my skin feels like a needle. "Is the money not enough, sweetie?" he asked as he grabbed my chin, making me face him. I gulp and took a deep breath. "It is more than enough," I answered and put on a fake smile. "You are so beautiful, I like you." Before answering him, I drank generous amount of tequila to have enough courage and face him, "Thank you," I answered and finally convinced myself to touch his crotch and initiated the kiss. He entered his tongue inside my mouth as if he was a hungry child. As he explore me, I rub his pnis. I could already feel how hard it is. On the other hand, his hand from my neck went down to my breast. He cupped them very hard that I almost pull myself away from him but I managed to endure the pain. "So fresh.." he said between our kisses, making sure to taste every corner of my mouth. His hand explores my body. From my stomach, to my waist and down to my thighs. The way he squeeze them, it hurts too. He's ruining the mood. I'm not feeling even the slightest turn on with this old man. No wonder he grew up without a partner. Minutes passed and I couldn't take the pain anymore so I kneeled Infront of him to avoid his aggressive touch. "Give daddy an unforgettable and amazing bjob, baby." I ignored his words. Instead, I opened the zipper of his black slack and stare at the bulge his pnis is making. I really don't want to do this but I couldn't ignore the huge amount of money he offered to me. That amount of money can cover my bills for a whole month. Who wouldn't accept the job? I took a deep breath first before slowly touch his bulge while looking straight into his eyes. I watch the facial expressions he makes and saw how his adam's apple move from gulping. He's definitely horny now. "I can't wait any longer, baby." He's impatient. I hate people like him. They only think about themselves. But I have to give what he wants because he is my customer. He helped me undress his slacks and removed his brief. I stare at his mánhood and placed my hands on them. God. They doesn't look good. This is why I hate old customers. As soon as I touch them, the old man started to moan. "That's right," he said while looking at me and caressing my hair. "Now, súck it." I secretly rolled my eyes. He's too bossy. Why don't he just let me lead? "Fine," I whispered and was about to súck his pénis but a loud bang coming from the door filled the entire room. I heard it slowly opened and I immediately hide my face with my hands and turn around to see who it might be. My forehead knotted as I saw an unfamiliar figure of a man. "Who are you? what are you doing here?" the old man covered his mánhood and stood up. I kept staring at the man who entered. He's just standing and staring at us, not moving even an inch. He looks.. intimidating. I don't like his aura. "I'm gonna call the security." The old man was about to get his phone in his black slacks when the man in black, wearing a shades pull a gun inside his coat and pointed it at him. I froze when I realized how serious the situation is. Fck. What is happening? "I did not see your face, please I'm innocent," I closed my eyes and put my hands in the air. All I could think in this moment is my Mom. I can't die yet. I can't leave her. Not now. Who will she have when I die? "I finally found you." I heard an unfamiliar voice infront of me. I couldn't stop myself but to open my eyes. The man was already standing infront of me now. He lend his hand for me but I did not accept it. I do not know him. I heard him sigh and then aggressively grabbed me by my arm, "What are you doing?" I asked, scared . He didn't bother to answer me. Instead he dragged me out of the room. When we reached the door and was about to leave, he stopped "I forgot something," he said to himself and turned half of his body to the old man. My eyes widened to witness how he shot the old man on his head. Blood splashes through the coffee table as he fell on the couch, lifeless. I froze and couldn't move . I felt my body trembling in terror. "Now, let's go." The man continued on dragging me somewhere. I wanted to scream but it felt like there is something inside my throat, preventing me to make even a small noise. I felt my tears started to fall one by one. My heart beat so fast that I couldn't breathe properly. The image of the old man and his blood splashed through the room couldn't get out of my mind. I couldn't erase how the bullet pierced through his forehead, the skin on his forehead and through his skeleton. It happened so fast. It only take a seconds to die. The man stopped walking and his grip tightened on my arm. I frowned as I felt my meat being squeezed. It hurts so much that I wanted to pull myself away from him but I am too scared to move on my own. I felt like he would shoot me anytime just like how he killed the old man earlier. My eyes secretly wandered the place where we stopped. The parking lot. It is empty here. No other people expect us. Just cars. It is also quite here. "Please.." I used all of my courage to speak. "Spare me. I didn't do anything wrong from you. I am innocent. I have no connection to the old man-" "The thing is," he cut me off, "this is not about the old man, Nieva." My forehead knotted after hearing him say my name. How did he know my name? Do we know each other? "I am Desmond Cro'est," he slowly removed his glasses and stare right into my eyes. They are deep black pitch. They look.. scary. "The Mafia boss and you're going to marry me wether you like or not."