Page 6 of A Game of Secrets

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he replies. Damn now my cheeks really are burning. I look down and busy myself with wrapping the bandages around his hands. "I've heard some of the men in here talking about you Lucille, so I thought I'd come pay you a visit myself, see what all the fuss was about."

My whole body begins to shake as I try to bandage his left hand. He leans forward on the bed, his face now only centimeters from my own. He's so close I can feel his body heat radiating through his clothes and it’s making me dizzy. "Don't worry darlin’, I took care of Mr Hoskins for you. He won’t be bothering you again."

Trying to compute the information he's just told me, I crease my brow in confusion. Did he basically just admit to beating that creep from earlier up for me? I look up at him quickly, hoping he won't notice and find him already watching me. My eyes hold his for what feels like an eternity, my hand subconsciously resting over his, so small against his large bear-like mitts.

He stares, a wicked grin growing across his lips. "You can thank me later," he whispers, winking at me.

My insides flutter and if I wasn't already using the bed as a support, I'd be a puddle on the floor right now. How gorgeous is this man? I take my time as I let my eyes travel over every fine detail before me. How can somebody so gorgeous be in prison? Was he arrested for his good looks? I bite my lip to stop the question blurting out. His eyes instantly flicker noticing the movement and he sucks in a breath between his teeth and shakes his head, his hand slowly reaching towards my face. I let him, entirely hypnotized by the deity that he is. His calloused thumb grazes against my lower lip before he stands, a hair’s breadth between us now, and whispers, much lower this time "I'd much rather it be me biting that bottom lip," he pauses, "la mia luce."

My gasp is barely audible as I bite down harder, clenching my inner thighs as I taste the steely tinge of blood in my mouth and the waves of temptation surge through me, and just like that, without another word he leaves.

Chapter 4

Cole

All I seem to do these days is sit behind this huge mahogany desk in Silas’s Strip Club, Mezzanotte. I would much rather be in my own establishment, Salvatore’s Cucina but I must keep up appearances. The smell of burnt cigars linger in the air and the woven rugs do a good job of hiding the bloodstains across the floor. The room is large with windows along 2 of the walls, the dark wood floor matches the desk and the rest of the walls are covered in wainscoting. Most would think it was a style decision, however we know it was to cover the sound proofing. The left wall is covered in floor to ceiling bookcases, full of books I doubt anyone has ever read, more style of substance.

Has Silas read any of these books? I wonder as I stand from the desk and slowly drag my finger over the spines of the books. I stop when I see one that interests me. It's a graphic book in comparison to the classic novels that are wedged in here. There is a large collection of Thomas Hardy, Oscar Wilde, and even Shakespeare in there but the one I've pulled out is one that reminds me of how we used to sit and plot our revenge. The book is full of medieval torture techniques, technically it's a history book. I remember the first time I stumbled upon this at the age of 12. It was after the kidnapping, my brother Silas and Linc told me to pick any torture method I wanted and they would carry it out on the bastards who had taken me that night. The offer was a generous one but I told them that I could execute my own demons, and that's exactly what I did. I smile at the memory of their screams. Death came too quickly in my opinion but I was young and over eager. I’ve honed my craft over the years and learned how to keep them alive and screaming for hours. I put the book back and bring myself back to reality. Now is not the time to take a trip down memory lane, I've got too much shit to deal with in the present.

My brother needs to hurry up and get back home pronto, I've had enough of keeping things in order with his shit. I'm starting to itch with the need to let my demons play and that book has made me twitchy like an addict waiting for his next fix. I promised Silas I wouldn't go crazy with his staff if they irritated me. Sure I can be irrational sometimes, I suppose that time I threw my steak knife at a waiter because he came over before I'd finished my meal was a bit impulsive but honestly did it even look like I was finished? Lessons were taught that day, don't approach me when I'm eating. Argh, I've had enough of this damn suit too, I'm not cut out for this shit, I like to get my hands dirty not play the Don.

Sitting back down behind the desk, I let my imagination wonder. What I wouldn’t give to bend Roxi over this desk and run my knife all over her pale skin. She pinks up at the slightest touch and the thought of watching her all bloody underneath me instantly has my cock throbbing. I’ve got meetings all day but I need a distraction. Linc is much better at all this but Silas insisted that it had to be me, something about our name…Whatever…Fuck it!

“Quinton get your ass in here!”

“Yes Boss, what do you need?” Quinton has been one of Silas's men for years. If Silas trusts him then I trust him with my life, and my schedule.

“Cancel all my meetings this afternoon, I need to release some tension.”

“Err yeah, no worries Boss. Actually there’s someone outside waiting to see you, might be exactly what you need.” Quinton says with a smile on his face.

“Really, well you better send them in then,” I say, intrigued.

I sit back and wait for whoever my guest is, my cock is still throbbing from my thoughts of Roxi. The only rule Silas has given me is not to leave any permanent marks on the girls. What Silas doesn’t understand is that I’d never leave my mark on one of his whores. They’re easy fucks who know the deal, I don’t have to worry about them talking. Whoever walks through that door is going to get my demons today, so god help them, they better be ready.

I can’t hold back my groan when Roxi walks in, hips swaying, fake tits bouncing underneath her tiny top. The skirt she’s wearing barely covers her ass and she looks phenomenal. I don’t like big tits normally but she plays my games so I don’t care.

“Are you prepared for me Roxi?” I ask as I twirl my blade between my fingers. Her pupils dilate and her breath hitches, she nods as she comes to stand between me and the desk.

“Now, now Roxi, you know the rules. I need your words before we start.”

“Yes Boss, I’m ready for you,” she says as she turns and bends over my desk, Her skirt rides up and I see the buttplug I previously gave her nestled in her ass. Fuck!! That is better than anything my imagination could come up with. I give the plug a flick that has her panting, I can see the slickness between her legs growing. This is exactly what I need.

I take my blade and drag it slowly from her ankle to ass, leaving a delicious red line in its path, like seamed stockings. I sit back and palm my cock, committing the view to memory for later. I move around the desk to stand in front of her and Roxi reaches to grab my cock. Such an eager little slut.

“Did I say you could touch my cock yet!?” I yell at her, grabbing her jaw and making her arch up. I can see she’s uncomfortable but she’s been broken in well and loves it rough. The smirk on my face is nefarious as the thoughts of all the depraved things I want to do to her flit through my mind. I know I don’t have time for everything I want to do because I never get any fucking time to myself anymore. This is going to be quick and filthy! “This is what’s going to happen, you’re going to stay still, no moving at all. I’m going to fuck your mouth then I’m going to fuck your pussy. I haven’t decided what to fuck you with yet, that will be a suprise. You know your safe word, use it, don’t use it, I don’t care. I’m not going to stop until you do. Say yes if you accept.”

“Yes!” she says eagerly around my grip.

“What a good slut you are, now open up for me,” I say as I feed my cock past her lips. She deepthroats my cock like a pro. I’m always astonished that anyone can get their mouth around it, let alone anything more than that. I may be an asshole and a depraved fuck but I don’t do anything without consent.

“Fuuuuuuuckkk!” I moan as I pull my cock out of her mouth leaving her face all messy and covered in her own spit. What is it about a thoroughly fucked face that just makes my balls twitch with need? I stand behind Roxi and watch her panting and twitching on my desk trying not to move. The anticipation of my touch has her dripping. I take my blade and cut her just below her ass cheeks, she nearly comes right then and I love it. I run the blade over her a few more times, each time has her moaning louder and louder. Her skin is deliciously red, covered in rivulets of blood.

“You ready for me?”

“Uhhhuh!” she babbles.

I take the thick handle of my knife and I drive it into her wet pussy. It’s the perfect knife for fucking. Its handle is long and thick, it allows enough space to impale my victim and not end up cutting myself. She’s so far gone by this point she doesn’t care, I could be fucking her with anything. I put that thought away for when I have more time. I plunge into her with the handle a few times before leaving it nestled inside of her. “Don’t let this fall out now, your pussy better be tight enough to hold on or you won’t like the consequences.” I let go and rubber up as I watch her battle to keep the handle buried inside her. I could just let her lose and enjoy the punishment but I need a release.

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