Chapter one

Stefan

I’ve always wondered why women cry out so loud in moments of passion. Maybe it’s the way I move inside them, fast and deliberate, or perhaps it’s the pressure of my six inches fat cock meeting their wild desires.

Vicky's tongue trace my tattoo like a secret map, her body arching as I pushed deeper into her cunt, , I had to stop her from touching me, I do not like women touching me during sex.

I turned her over, driving into her with a rhythm that matched the fire burning in my chest.

“Just like that, baby,” she moan breathlessly. I grab her ass tight as I fuck her dripping pussy, I cringe at the endearment, I wasn’t here for the tenderness “ just shut up and let me fuck you” I muttered my voice hoarse .

She gasped, and I didn’t stop. This wasn’t about love it was about release. About pouring my rage into flesh, replacing silence with sound.

My hands found her breasts, soft and full, and when I pinched her nipples, her cry echoed off the walls. “Oh shit I think I’m coming baby” she moan.

Still, I didn’t slow down. I wasn’t finished. Tonight, she was the storm I needed to rage through.

I just want to come, and her calling pet names is not helping, I would have sent her to her maker if I wasn’t so horny.

I remove my cock, lifted her onto the table and ram my cock back into her, “oh! Stefan you are going to be the death of me” she moans, I wouldn’t mind sending her to hell tonight if that’s what she wants but I said nothing, Maybe tonight, I’d let herself drown in all of me.

I wrapped my hand around her throat, choking her l as I thrust into her with relentless speed. Her coughs grew harsher, like she was on the edge of passing out just then, I came, pulling out and slapping my cock against her soaked pussy. She shuddered as another orgasm rock through her, this is her fourth tonight night.

I left her sprawl on the table, walk into the bathroom, toss the used condom in the bin, and clean myself up.

When I returned, Vicky is still lying there, spread out across my desk like a damn temptation.

“What are you still doing here?” I asked coldly. “Get dressed. I’ve got business to handle. Oliver will send your compensation.”

If she thinks this was anything more than a good fuck, she was painfully mistaken.

"Stop paying me after sex, I want more than this. I heard you're looking for a bride, and honestly, who fits better than me? We've got history, great sex, and if that bitch hadn't stolen you, you'd still be mine."

I give her the look that’s made stronger men tremble In my presence, “ If you actually believe you’re more than a quick fuck, then you’re dumber than I thought. You say you don’t want the money, yet you take it every single time. I won’t say it again leave, before I blow your brains out.”

She didn’t need to be told twice, she grab her clothes and run. . Even if I’m forced into marriage, it will never be Vicky. God forbid I tie myself to a woman who values money over respect.

My grandmother has threatened to strip me of my seat as Mafia Don unless I marry has turned my life into a parade, women throwing themselves at me, fathers begging me to marry their daughters just to earn a seat at my table.

Even those unaware I run the mafia still chase the billionaire behind the world’s largest steel empire. Knowing how ruthless I can be, they still do not mind, knowing that I am a distance from who you can call a loving husband, and they might end up dying sadistic death if my enemies strike , yet they still come.

One thing is certain, I will always have the upper hand. I choose my wife, or I take the heads of anyone who dares to force one on me or threaten my seat. I didn’t spend ten ruthless years building the most feared and dreadful organization just to be dictated to. I’ve killed thousands to sit where I am today. I never walk into a game without a hidden play. That’s how I’ve survived this long and why no one ever sees me coming.

If Nana wants me to take a bride, I will oblige but it

will be on my terms, i discard her after two years of marriage, no one has to know that, and she have to be someone Nana or the family is not familiar with.

In the world of the mafia, survival demands foresight, either you stay ahead or you get buried.

I placed a call to my right hand man, Oliver.

“ Meet me in my office”, I said evenly. “ And send Margaret to tidy up this room.”

It was the space I reserved for my whores. I do not allow them in my personal room.

“ I will be right there, boss,” came his reply.

Without another word, I turned and walked out. Time to take care of business. The other families thought they were playing the game but I intend to win it before they even realize it has started."