Page 16 of Villainous
Villainous stops at a steel door, and a husky guy wearing a cheap suit stands in front of it. He nods, then moves aside, allowing us to enter.
Seven men sit at a long white table, and about fifteen men are perched against the wall. They must be bodyguards. Villainous’s bodyguards stand along with them. Each man eyes me like I’m a piece of meat, and I hold on to Villainous’s shirtsleeve, just in case one of them grabs me. Oddly, I expected to see women in here, but I don’t. I’m the only one here, and something in the pit of my stomach tells me that something is about to go down that I won’t like. My eyes linger on the door behind the massive table so in case Villainous can’t protect me, I’ll have an escape route. I trust him to protect me from these men, but I don’t trust him not to hurt me.
A man with inky hair, and hard muscles jumping out of his suit, stands up and shakes Villainous’s hand. “Villainous.”
“Luciano.” The veins in Villainous’s hand flex as he squeezes the guy’s hand firmly.
Luciano is so fucking hot. Like Villainous, he has tattoos on his hands, and his eyes are the color of warm honey, landing on me.
“Do I know you? You look familiar,” he says to me.
I peer up at Villainous, and he nods slightly, allowing me to respond.
“No. I don’t think so.” I keep my tone dry and flat. I don’t want Villainous to get any ideas that I’m flirting with him, because if he does, he’ll punish me, and I don’t want that. I remember when he caught me flirting with one of his old friends in high school to get back at him for doing something to me. He denied me orgasms for a whole week and fucked me in front of the guy to let him know I was his. He then put a gun in the guy’s mouth and threatened to blow his brains out if he ever looked in my direction. The next time the guy saw me, he made sure to look straight ahead.
A gorgeous guy built like a runner strolls up to us. He’s drenched himself in so much expensive cologne, to the point I cough a few times.
“I’m Luciano’s cousin, Tito. I’m his underboss.” His voice is deep.
Tito and Luciano could pass as brothers. The only difference between them is Tito has chestnut-brown hair and Luciano has sandy-brown hair.
Villainous shakes his hand. “I’m the underboss for my twin brother, Devious. He couldn’t make it. Something came up.” Villainous pats Luciano on the back. “I’m sorry about your father.”
Luciano’s eyes are sad. “Thanks. It’s been hard. The leukemia is getting worse, and he’s now on a breathing machine. I’ll be taking over the famiglia business soon.” He turns his view to me. “Is this the person you had to go on my territory to retrieve?” His eyes are hazy with lust.
“Yep,” Villainous answers, removing my jacket and putting it on the back of a leather chair. He tilts his chin and sits in the executive chair, then pats his legs for me to sit. Like an obedient pet, I do.
Tito bites into his bottom lip. “Is this an example of your merchandise?”
I glance down at Tito’s slacks, and his bulge is imprinted into the fine fabric. My cheeks burn hotter than lava.
“Yes, and she’s also my pet. So she’s not for sale,” Villainous answers.
I’ve never been so humiliated in my life, and to treat me like I’m cattle makes me feel cheap. I grit my teeth and ball my fist. I can’t believe this bastard brought me here to advertise his sex slavery business. This night can’t get any worse.
Luciano sits next to us, and Tito sits next to him.
Nervousness bubbles in my chest as I try to play it cool. I feel Villainous’s erection digging into my ass cheeks, and heat spreads across my face.
A waitress dressed in dark lingerie serves the men expensive whiskey. They speak about each of their merchandise they are selling: drugs, guns, and of course, women. When it’s Villainous’s turn to present me, he tells me to stand up, and I do what he says.
Men gawk at me as if I’m their favorite food they want to devour, and I don’t want Villainous to get the satisfaction of thinking he got the best of me, so I hold my head up high like I’m the queen of England. I keep my hands glued to my sides as Villainous unzips my dress, and I slide the spandex down to the cream carpet. The warm air from the heater melts my skin, and goose bumps sprout on my flesh like a rash. I stand in my lacey lingerie. Some of them lick their lips, and others speak in Italian and a few other languages I don’t recognize.
“Can we sample the product?” one guy asks, wearing a navy suit and his hair combed to the side.
Villainous’s smile is deadly, and it scares me. “No. But you can watch as the product performs on me.”
There is no way I’m going to allow him to fuck me in front of these men. My pulse beats in my neck, and my palms are sweating, so I wipe my hands on my thighs as I open my mouth wide.
“You’re really going to fuck me in front of these men?” I blurt out.
Anger colors Villainous’s eyes, and he balls up his fist. I flinch, hoping he won’t strike me in front of these people. Instead, he stands up, pushes his chair to the wall, sits on the table, unzips his pants, and yanks out his veiny, hard dick. I turn my view to the men, and a few of them take their dicks out into their hands. Some are small or medium; Luciano’s and Tito’s dicks look abnormally big. Motherfucking pigs. All of them. I hope they get hit by a bus.
“On your knees, slut,” Villainous demands.
I can’t believe I was in love with him for all these years. I can’t believe this is the same guy who used to bring me my favorite cookies every day for lunch when we were in high school. I can’t believe this is the same guy who would bring me a movie to watch and sit with me and hold my hands when I was on my cycle. Or the same guy who protected me from my da’s cruel words and loved me dearly. Does he really love me? Because right now, it doesn’t feel like it. I was getting my hopes up thinking he wouldn’t hurt me worse than he already did, but every day, this bastard proves me wrong. My eyes burn holes in his, pleading with him to not do this, to spare me the humiliation, but his facial expression is blank.
“What the fuck are you waiting for? Put your mouth around my dick,” he snaps.
