Page 10 of Deadly Wrath

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Alessio

It’s just after 2:00 P.M. on Monday when Kota and I pull up to Philadelphia International. We skip the terminal and head straight for the tarmac, where my private jet is waiting. Philly’s always the better choice over Chicago, but today, duty calls. I’m not sure what kind of mess I’m walking into, so I’ve got Nathan and Alonzo tagging along. Aside from Kota, they are two of my most trusted men who have my back. They’re already waiting by the plane, at the bottom of the stairs, when I step onto the jet. I remain smooth and controlled, even if my patience is running thin.

I sink into one of the cream leather chairs, exhaling slowly as I stretch out, mentally running through every possibility of how this trip is about to go to hell.

I notice her before she notices me, the blonde stewardess strutting toward me, swaying her hips and trying too hard. She’s got that look in her eye, like she’sjust hoping to turn a few heads, especially mine. Her uniform is so tight, it damn near looks painted on. The navy fabric is pulled taut, it’s barely managing to contain her tits. The top three buttons are undone, showing off her so-called assets that are overly filled and pressed together so high they’re nearly in her damn neck. I’m not against fake tits but this is just ridiculous.

Fuck, what’s the point of wearing a top at all.When she finally looks up, she’s got that sweet, eager smile, the kind that’s way too rehearsed. It’s not even subtle. I don’t miss the look in her eyes either. She’s obvious, like an open invitation, and I can practically hear her thoughts echoing in my head. “Fuck me, I’m easy.”

She crouches beside me, her knees parting just enough for her skirt to ride up, the fabric stretching around her thighs. I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy when she shifts, and of course she isn’t wearing panties. She doesn’t even bother to hide it, just lets it hang out there, on full fucking display.

I’m a man, of course I look.

Her shirt is pulled so tight across her chest, I’m surprised the seams haven’t ripped. Everything’s spilling out, and she knows it. The look in her eyes tells me she’s waiting for something, waiting for me to make a move.

“Can I offer you anything, sir?” Her voice is fake and overly sugary, and those lashes? Fucking ridiculous.

I don’t answer immediately. I look her up and down while she holds her position, waiting and expecting an answer from me. The corners of her mouth twitch, a little too confident, and a little too sure of herself.

She’s not the first one to try this bullshit, but she’s probably the dumbest if she thinks I’m buying it or impressed in the slightest. I remember her tactics from the last few flights. But I’m not about to give her the satisfaction of thinking her half-ass attempts at getting my attention are memorable. She’s a dime a dozen, and her subpar blowjobs aren’t notable.

I glance at her name tag, sitting on her chest, and my jaw tightens. “Nicole, huh?” I drawl, dragging a finger across the cheap plastic, her bright eyes locking onto mine like I’ve given her a damn treasure. My hand moves to her chest, and I squeeze hard enough to pull a sharp gasp from her, her eyes widening a little too enthusiastically for a split second before she recovers.

I reach between her legs, running my finger up her wet pussy before giving her cunt a slight tap. Nicole’s moan spills out from her parted lips- loud and exaggerated, like she’s auditioning for a porno. I barely even touched her, but she’s already giving me a performance. Her attempt to turn me on falls flat. If anything, it rubs me the wrong way, and I feel the corners of my jaw tighten, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

I can’t help but lean in, though. My finger, slick from her juices, trails to her lips. Her breath catches, and I press roughly against her mouth, watching her red lipstick smear across her cheek. Shock flashes in her eyes, but she doesn’t pull away, shit, she barely moves a muscle. Nicole just waits with her lips and knees parted like she’s some kind of puppet, ready to do as I say like the good little slut she is.

I lean back in my seat, grabbing a tissue that Kota is holding out to me to wipe the whore off my hand. Her eyes narrow, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. I don’t even have to speak right away, watching her squirm, before I tuck the tissue snugly between her tits, not even bothering to look at her. “I’ll take my usual,” I say, ordering a lowball of Glenfiddich 30-year-old whiskey. I don’t wait for her to respond. “And I expect you to save that…enthusiasm for later.”

Nicole jumps up, nearly knocking herself out with her tits, and hurries off to fetch my drink. I close my eyes and drape an arm over my head when I hear Kota chuckle beside me. “You always know how to make an impression.”

I let out a harsh laugh, more a growl than anything. “Just keeping her in line.” There’s no point in pretending otherwise.

Only a minute later, I hear the sharp clink of glass against the small table beside me. I open my eyes to see Nicole setting my drink down. I glance over, finding Kota at the far end of the plane. He’s got Nathan and Alonzo with him, all three of them huddled in their seats, their backs turned toward me, probably lost in whatever is playing in their headphones.

Nicole kneels before me, brushing her fingers on the waistband of my pants. I slam my hand down on her wrists, locking them tight. She opens her mouth to speak, but my other hand shoots up, fingers closing around her throat, pulling her face toward me.

Her body goes stiff, every muscle of hers freezes under my grip. She tries to breathe, but it’s quick and shallow. I know she’s struggling to get air. “Whores don’t get to touch me without permission. Did I give you fucking permission?” I snap.

Nicole’s eyes go wide for a split second before fear flashes across her face, but still, she doesn’t try to pull away. Slowly, she shakes her head, swallowing hard under my grip. She knows she fucked up.

I release her throat and unzip my pants, pulling out my cock. Her breath catches, a small gasp escaping her lips as her gaze drops to my lap. Dick-hungry little slut, just like the rest of them.

I reach behind her head, my fingers gripping her hair painfully, bringing her face closer to my dick. With my free hand, I grip my cock, tapping my piercings on her mouth. The metal of my piercings brush against her lips, and she opens up, sticking her tongue out to catch a drop of precum pooling at the tip.

I pull her head back and lift her until her eyes are forced to meet mine. “Shirt off,” I order. Nicole’s fingers fumble with the buttons, the fabric parting slowly to reveal the soft curves of her body. I drag her bra down, letting her breasts spill free. A smirk creeps across my face as I notice the way she bites her lip, stifling her nervousness.

I tap my cock against her lips, dragging my magic cross slowly over her smeared lipstick. Her breath hitches, eyes widening—surprise flickering through them before something else takes over. Excitement, maybe fear, maybe both.

“You’re going to take what I give you, and you’re going to love me filling your filthy mouth,” I say, tightening my grip around the back of her neck, forcing her mouth toward my cock. “Now be a good slut and behave, don’t make me repeat myself.”

Nicole’s tongue swirls around the tip of my shaft before she takes me deeper. As her hand reaches out,raking her hot pink claws against my chest, I yank her upward by her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“I said no touching unless I give you permission,” I growl. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Bitches always try to leave a mark on you, like they’re claiming their territory or some shit.

“ I-I’m sorry, sir. I—” Nicole stammers, her voice muffling as I push her back down onto my cock. Her mouth stretches around me, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes brim with tears. I pull her off, locking eyes with her to gauge her reaction, making sure she can handle me. I don’t do soft and sweet. When I fuck, it’s hard and rough, and I take what I want, without remorse.

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