Page 17 of Villainous
Slowly, my lips expand as I ease my mouth onto the head and down his silky shaft. He tastes like skin and precum. My cheeks become hollow as I move up and down, trying not tochoke. His dick can’t fit all the way in my mouth, so I use my right hand to stroke him as I lick the head. My eyes veer up, and he’s staring back at me as ecstasy spreads across his face. He bites down on his plump lip to keep from moaning and instead makes grunting noises. I could play with his balls the way he likes it, but I don’t want to give him any more pleasure than he deserves. I fight the tears from streaming down my face, and I don’t want him to think he has broken me yet. This is just a game to Villainous. We always played games with each other when we were mad, who could hurt who the most, but then we’d forget it, have rough sex, and move on. But this—I’m not going to move on from this. I’m not going to forget about the way he keeps breaking my heart, and I’m damn sure not going to forgive him either.
He moves his hips forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and shoves himself deeper into my mouth. The head of his dick touches my throat, and desire blossoms in the pit of my stomach. Why am I getting turned on by this? It’s a normal reaction, I tell myself. It’s perfectly normal to get turned on by getting forced to do a blowie in front of a group of men.My nipples get so hard and heavy, and I feel my arousal dampen my panties.
Grunting noises from the other side of the rooms fill the silence, along with the sounds of Villainous skull-fucking me. I feel the other men’s eyes burning holes through me, a few of them speaking about how well I take dick and how Villainous is lucky to have a whore with skills as a pet.
My head bobs up and down, and my chin touches his balls as spit dribbles down my chin. My jaw aches, and my eyes burn with tears.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.” He throws his head back.
A salty taste flavors my mouth, and hot ropes of cum spray my tongue. I swallow loudly, and the liquid slithers down my throat. Villainous keeps his eyes on me as he pulls out, not saying a word. His baby blues are intense and filled with delight, as if he accomplished whatever goal he was aiming for. If it was to humiliate me, then congratulations, he gets a gold star.
For a split second, I’m hoping Villainous would feel bad for the way he treated me, but he doesn’t.
I stand up and dust off my aching knees. I don’t want to look at the faces of the men who jacked off to me blowing him, but I can’t help myself.Some of them are stuffing their dicks back into their pants, and Luciano and Tito stare at me with their cum all over their dicks, taking a napkin and wiping themselves clean.
Villainous zips up his pants and sits back in his chair before he leans forward and rests his elbows on the oak table. “Put your dress on, and sit back down.”
“Are you sure we’re not able to buy her?” one of the men says. “God, if she can suck dick like a pro, I bet she can ride dick good.”
Anger plays in Villainous’s eyes, and his shoulders are stiff as he grips the table hard and his knuckles turn as white as the snow outside. Why the fuck is he so angry? It’s not like everyone’s looking at him like he’s a dick-sucking whore.
“No, but that’s exactly a preview of what my merchandise does.”
I glance at him, and not one ounce of remorse is on his face. He treated me worse than any man I’ve given a lap dance. I feel like a trashy prostitute. Finally, the tears fall freely from my face, and I wipe them with my fingers quickly.
“Do they cry every time you force them to do something?” Tito asks, buckling his belt.
Villainous peers at me and shakes his head. “No. Some do. Some don’t. I can’t control them in that way.” He pauses. “My women go for a hundred thousand dollars. They are obedient. They have the training. If you want a woman, you’ll have to browse our dark website, and you have to pay in cryptocurrency.” His tone is sharp and harsh.
Now he’s in a sour-ass mood, but I’m the one who should be pissed off.
The guy who was guarding the door pops his head in. “The Irish mob is killing people on the dance floor. It’s a bloodbath out here.”
Pop, pop, pop.And he falls to the floor, blood drenching his white dress shirt.
Villainous stands up from the table and yanks out his gun from his holster.
“Get Maya out of here,” Villainous tells one of his bodyguards. “I’ll ride with Luciano.”
The bodyguard opens up an escape door and rushes me to the Tesla, and he pulls out onto the icy road.
Villainous
Iknock on Devious’s door a few times before his guard, Max, answers, and he glances at me, Luciano, and both our soldiers. I wasn’t expecting to come to war at a tight-lipped place. So, imagine my surprise when I went onto the dance floor and there were tons of dead bodies out there. People screamed at the top of their lungs, trying to get out of their hellhole, and Luciano and I had to slaughter several of them. The Irish mob locked the main entrance, then set fire to the warehouse. Normally, I don’t run from a war, but we were too outnumbered, and thanks to the secret room we were in, we were able to escape without any harm.
It doesn’t make sense for them to attack us, because the war ended three months ago. We don’t have an alliance with the Five Points Irish mob, but we don’t have any beef with them either. And they are not sloppy with their killings, not as much as the Russian mafia. So, I have to ask my brother for information.
“Tell Devious we need to talk,” I say to Max.
He nods and disappears from the oak door.
Luciano rubs his hands together. “Your brother would be okay with us showing up in the middle of the night?”
He is a few inches shorter than me. And he’s okay for a don. We have a few drinks when he comes to town, but we aren’t close. His family runs their mafia entirely different from the five famiglia here. I like him because he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty like Devious and me. The other famiglia have their soldiers kill for them, but I prefer to do it. It’s kind of therapeutic.
“No, but I don’t give a fuck,” I state.
And I don’t. Devious set a rule for us not to show up at his house unless we’re dying because he doesn’t want to worry Roselyn.
