Chapter 4

Loud moans echoed throughout the room as well as the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, peeling the paint, and forming a small dent.

“Oh, fuck. Yes!” She moaned loudly pulling her lower lip between her teeth and peering her eyes open looking straight ahead.

She was on all her fours as he kept impelling into her from the back, giving her no time to think straight. All of a sudden her head was yanked back as he fisted a bunch of her hair and pulled on them harshly enough to pluck a few strands from her scalp.

His loud grunt vibrated off as he mercilessly pushed himself into the woman’s pussy, not bothering that the door was open or how loud she was crying and how the sounds of the bed hitting the wall echoed.

“Yes, baby. Harder.” She moaned as her eyes rolled back in satisfaction, as he fucked her, raw, hard, and senselessly, taking out all of his frustration on the woman.

Dull pain began to simmer through her body at his roughness but she didn’t complain. This was her night and she was going to enjoy as much as she can even if it hurt her. It wasn’t often that she got fucked by him.

He, on the other hand, towered over her tall height, on his knees and he gripped her hip with one hand and hair twisted around his palm. His chest heaved with his loud breathing. His dark black hair fell over his forehead as his grey eyes remained shut. His forehead was sweaty and his drool-worthy body was hidden to the woman’s eyes.

He pounded into her without even opening his eyes, paying little attention to her loud moans. All he cared about was to get his release.

They had been going on for hours now, and he didn’t mind one bit who caught him in the extremely unorthodox position.

“Cum for me baby,” the woman beneath him squirmed as she closed her eyes and her jaw hung open at the vicious force he was fucking her with.

And it didn’t take long for him to reach his release as he came into her not bothering that she was just one of his whore, who warmed his beds occasionally. Grunting and groaning, he spilled his cum inside her, not caring if she had cum nor if she was pleasured.

As soon as he emptied himself inside of her, he pulled out of her roughly, and the woman instantly slumped on the bed, unable to support her shaking body. She breathed out feeling his cum oozing out of her sleek pussy. She sighed in relief.

But that didn’t last long as he pulled her upright to her feet by the hair, making her wince in pain. She was barely able to stand and swayed a bit.

“You don’t get to moan or order me around, whore,” he spat on her face, not caring about how she’d feel, and the next thing she knows, a sharp slap stung her cheek, making her whimper as tears gathered in her eyes. He had slapped her for speaking to him.

“Andreas?” A voice resonated making him snap his head towards the wide-open door.

there stood a man well dressed in a perfectly toned blue crisp suit, underneath it was a white dress shirt and spotlessly polished shoes. Amusement danced his widened eyes as he glanced between the naked woman in Andreas’s arms and Andreas, who only had a robe and joggers covering his bottom half.

“Fuck off bitch,” Andreas pulled her towards the door and the guy standing by the door, promptly moved aside, as Andreas pushed the woman out of the room, not caring that she was naked and he had tied her hands behind her back while fucking her like an animal the entire night.

Moving to the dresser, he picked up his cigarette case pulled one out, and lit it up with his fancy lighter, turning his back to the man waiting by the door.

“Andreas,” the man sighed again, shaking his head.

“What is it, Marco?” Andreas asked as he pulled a long drag of his cigarette, enjoying the taste of nicotine, hitting his senses.

“Who was she?” Marco asked him, crossing his arms against his chest.

Andreas scoffed at this and didn’t even turn around to look at Marco. Marco was used to Andreas’s ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude and tried to change that. Yet the record shows that he’d never listen. Over the past few years, he had been like this. Or more like when he was crowned as the don of the entire American mafia.

“Marco, you are my secretary, stay like one.”

“Andreas, I think we may have narrowed down our search on who the killer might be,” Marco said and instantly, Andreas froze. His back muscles flexed momentarily as he turned around and dropped the half-used cigarette on the floor, crushing it with his sandal.

“Where is he?” Andreas asked as he narrowed his eyes on Marco. His fists clenched as his eyes darkened a shade or two, burning in rage. Yet an amazing excitement danced within him.

“I have him in the living room,” Marco says blowing his cheeks out.

A smug grin appears on Andreas' face as he pushes his robe off his shoulder and beings walking down to the living room, displaying his half-naked body; wide torso, and perfectly sculpted chest.

His body glistened with a thin layer of sweat after all the amazing orgasms he’d had the entire night because of the whore, who didn’t mind pleasuring him. He’d even forgotten how many times the bitch made him cum, yet he didn’t give her a break. He kept her awake the entire night. The woman who he slept with the night, was scramming her way down the stairs with a scare piece of cloth covering her body and low sobs escaping her lips. Without sparing her a single glance she watched him rush down the stairs.

Adrenaline coursed through him at the thought of a victim. The victim of his wrath and torture. He was a true sadist by all means.

He was excited. The only thing that kept him sane was blood and he didn’t hesitate to spill it. Seeing blood flow, brought him more satisfaction than anything else.

Blood was his therapy. He shared an undeniable attachment with blood.

As he reached down, he saw the man on his knees begging for mercy.

“No. I have kids,” he said as he broke free from the hold of his men and bowed down by his feet.

“You have kids?” he laughed out loudly, like a maniac as he looked down at the man pathetically begging for his life.

“You were able to reproduce? You pathetic fly,” he said. It wasn’t the first time he had looked down upon someone. It was something that ran in his blood. He had no respect for people’s life. He didn’t think twice before killing an innocent soul for his pleasure. And his greed for blood.

“You killed my man and with that comes consequences, and you have to pay, whether you like it or not,” he said as he crouched down to the guy fisted around his hair, and pulled his head up to look at the pathetic creature.

He opened his free palm and Marco instantly understood what it was. Without hesitating much, he handed him the gun.

Andreas held around it firmly as he moved its nozzle down to the pleading man’s forehead.

The man withered under him. His hands were tied and he cried and screamed for Andreas to show him some mercy. But who was he kidding, Andreas was the Asmodeus himself. No one escapes him.

“Plea…” the man never got to complete his word, let alone the sentence as Andreas shot him oh forehead, letting the man’s blood splatter all over his face.

He laughed out loud when he noticed the man’s motionless body and open eyes. He enjoyed seeing the blood pour out from his forehead. Oh, he fucking loved it!

It bought him the greatest sense of satisfaction!

He feels alive when he kills! Killing for, him was an everyday task.

He smeared the blood all over his face that had splattered on him with the help of his fingers, enjoying every bit of it. He loved it when people begged for his mercy. He derived pleasure from others' pain.

“Andreas,” Marco called him, cutting off his laughter and the best fucking moment.

“We have to meet the governor today,” he said making Andreas smirk.

He had been waiting for this day. He had killed off another mafia group and now was going to calm their properties, which were rightfully his now.

But the fucking governor was in the way. The governor of a bank had maintained their white money within.

And today he was going to get all of it whether the governor likes it or not. They were his and he’ll have them, even if it meant killing innocents for it.

He had it all planned out. If the governor didn’t agree, rain down bullets in the back and kill each and every child, woman, and man in that bank, till he gave him what belonged to him. There was no one stopping him now!

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