Page 4 of Sweet Revenge

My nipples stood to attention as he rubbed his face over my bra. “There we go. There’s my pretty girl.”

Flicking his tongue over the bare flesh of my chest and neck, he slid his fingers under my bra and pinched my nipples hard. The sensation sent chills through me, instantly making me wet. He pulled hard, looking at me with a smile in his eyes. Then, one more hard tug until a noise escaped me that was somewhere between a moan and a painful-but-in-a-good-way groan.

Reaching one hand behind my back, he then deftly unhooked my bra. I felt beads of sweat breaking out over my forehead.

“You’re flushed, baby,” he said in a raspy whisper. “Come.”

Lifting me into his arms, he carried me into a small bedroom down the hall and threw me onto the bed, ripping the rest of my dress down my legs and tossing it into a corner.

Then he was on top of me, whispering how much he wanted me while he unbuckled his belt and removed his pants. Like an out of body experience, I watched him undress completely. My thong was the only thing between us now.

“You’ve got such a fuckable ass. If you weren’t a virgin, I’d fuck it right now.” His voice was low and raw, sending shivers down my spine. I gasped, feeling the roughness of his touch as he plucked at my nipples again.

“I can’t wait to get my dick inside of you,” he murmured close to my ear, his breath hot and heavy against my neck. “I’ve never had a virgin before. I bet you taste good too. I’m definitely going down on you before I fuck you. I want to taste your sweet juices all over my tongue.”

His fingers moved the thin fabric of my panties off and he began to stroke my slit, curling up and over my nub. With his other hand he spread my legs wider apart. “You’re so wet. I know you want this.”

The moment his tongue met the sensitive flesh at my core, I gasped, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me despite myself. My body was responding to his touch in ways I’d only dreamt of, but never experienced. I hadn’t considered the fact that I might actually enjoy the act of sex itself, even though I felt nothing for the man who currently had his face in my pussy. I threaded my fingers through his hair, guiding him, urging him on without words as my back arched off the soft bedding. He found a rhythm that had my toes curling,

He lifted himself up, hovered over me, and stared straight into my eyes. “Do you see what you do to me?” He signaled for me to look at his engorged cock. “That’s for you.”

I licked my lips instinctively.

“Fuck me, Vince. Now.”

Growling, he pushed his dick inside me. I moaned, arching my back, allowing him to go deeper. A second later, he pulled out and waited. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

Pushing hard into me again, he kept going, over and over again.

He was so deep inside me; I couldn’t be still. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Every ounce of me was tingling, pulsing with heat and energy towards something just beyond reach.

He stopped suddenly. “What’s wrong? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

I gulped. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me again. “No, nothing’s wrong. I’m just…getting used to it.”

He grinned and reached up to stroke my hair. “That’s it, baby. Practice makes progress.” He moved inside me again while simultaneously licking and biting my nipples. My body was contorting in ways I didn’t know it could.

I finished before he did, my body practically levitating off the bed with the powerful spasms. I was drenched in sweat, my heart practically pounding out of my chest.

He came then, his cum filling my core and spilling down my inner thighs.

“I knew you were a good girl, Adriana,” he whispered when he was done. “I’ll pass your name along to the man in charge at the club and see what I can do for you.”

***

Vince was true to his word. He spoke to Ignacio, the manager at the Velvet Room, and a few days later, I was offered a position as a server. I should have known I wouldn’t get a bartending gig; Vince certainly hadn’t talked up my skills in the kitchen. But I played my part well, charming the patrons, keeping my head down, and listening for any useful information. Every night, I carried a knife in my pocket, hoping that one day I would get the chance to use it. I’d been working at the club six months though, and there was still no sign of Carmine Capuzzo. However, I was keenly aware of the hulking presence of the bodyguards standing at every entrance and doorway of the club, flexing their enormous biceps and straining the dark fabric of their shirts.

Tonight, the air was thick with the usual haze of smoke and alcohol. The music pulsed through the dimly lit room, mingling with laughter and the clinking of glasses. I moved through the crowd, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease. My uniform, a tight black dress, clung to my curves, designed to draw the eyes of the patrons.

I realized quickly that the Velvet Room was a place of decadence and danger, where the city's elite came to lose themselves. The patrons were a mix of businessmen, politicians, and criminals, all looking for a taste of something forbidden. The dancers moved sensually on stage, their bodies illuminated by the soft, colored lights. The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the underlying hint of desperation.

"Adriana," a gruff voice called from behind me. I turned to see Ignacio, the club’s manager, standing with his arms crossed, his expression serious. Ignacio was a tall, imposing figure with a shaved head and thick beard. He rarely spoke to the servers unless it was something important.

"Yes, Ignacio?" I replied, keeping my voice neutral.

"You’re needed in VIP," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Mr. Capuzzo stopped in tonight. You'll be assigned to his table only. Make sure you take good care of him."

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