Playtime

Chapter 2

Zorin's POV

From yanking her pigtails to wanting to wrap the length of her silky hair around my fist, tugging it back, as I hit it from the back while she begs, Please.

Great character development, Zorin.

I slap my palm on the table in frustration, I can't seem to get any work done. I keep seeing her, lips and legs parted, back arching, the shock on her face when I walked in on her.

I curse myself silently for not coming in more silently, it would have been a view to remember. I mean I've looked away for years, and now, I don't think I want to look away anymore.

I eyed the stack of reports that needed my reviews and approvals, picked the next one, and snapped it open. 

"All subsidiary equity interests shall be restructured in accordance with..."

I wonder which of her book boyfriends is making her cum this time. It doesn't look like the first time, I already want to burn all those books. I want to be the only one who makes her toes curl the only one who makes her beg.

I blinked. 

"…with what?"

I groaned, rubbing my temples and started again.

"All subsidiary equity interests shall be restructured in accordance..."

I snapped the folder shut with a frustrated sigh.  

"Jesus. I’ve read this line three times and still have no idea what the hell it says."

I eyed the growing bulge on my trousers "Great. Just fucking great"

Putting the file back into the remaining stack, I get up ready to go when the door swings open, and Rebecca, one of my directors, strode in, her heels clicking on the hardwood. 

"Mr Lane? Oh, you're on your way out."

I opened my mouth to respond when a wicked thought came to mind. Maintaining eye contact, I curled my fingers in a slow come-hither motion, her lips parted, a flush creeping up her neck as she stepped forward.

Good girl.

"Sir..." Her voice was soft, uncertain, but she didn’t back away.

"On your knees, Rebecca", I commanded, unbuckling my belt casually. As expected, she didn't refuse. She sank to the floor, her skirt riding up her thighs, and reached for my zipper with trembling fingers, pushing my pants down along with my boxers.

I shut my eyes as her hot mouth engulfs my length in a slick, eager pull "Mmph", I tipped my head back as she started sucking fervently, her tongue swirling with practised skill, her lips stretching to take me deeper, gagging around the length. Her muffled moan vibrated against me.

My hands found her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, not Lumi’s silky strands, but close enough for now. I guided her rhythm, slow at first, savouring the wet heat, the way she gagged softly when I pushed deeper. 

“Look at me,” I growled. Her eyes flicked up, wide and pleading, and for a split second, I imagined Lumi’s innocent gaze staring back, her lips wrapped around me instead.

 The thought sent a dark thrill through me, wrong but irresistible.  I tightened my grip, fucking her mouth harder, each thrust hitting the back of her throat. She whimpered, the sound muffled, her hands stroking what she couldn’t take, nails grazing my skin.

"Just like that..." I hiss as she swallows around the head, her mouth works perfectly, wet, warm and skilled. 

I groan loudly as she suddenly deep throats me without warning. My hand tightens her hair, holding her there, pulsing in her throat.

But it wasn’t enough. Even as Rebecca’s tongue teased the sensitive tip, my mind drifted to Lumi, her soft gasps, the way her hips might buck under my touch.

I start snapping my hips, hitting the back of her throat, she picks up the pace, sucking harder. Stuck between visualising Lumi and actually enjoying what Rebecca was doing, though I have to give it to her, she was incredibly skilled.

I lose control and start hitting the back of her throat with my thick crown. "Holy shit" With a final deep thrust, I came undone, spilling into her mouth with a low curse. She swallows eagerly taking every drop while stroking my sensitive shaft gently.

I pulled her up, pinning her against the desk, my hand sliding under her blouse when my phone rang. I ignored it and continued kissing her neck. Her terrible moans fill my ear. Honestly, I preferred it when she was mute.

The ringing persisted and I answered the call angrily. "What!"

"Dude, I got those fuckers who..."

In between ripping her skirt off I didn't I could care less about what he had to say. 

"Dude, are you having sex right now" River's voice came harshly from the phone.

"God help me, River, if you just called to complain about your damn ex again..."

"We caught them, the fuckers who stole from us." He announced, aside from the terrible noises Rebecca was making this news was enough to turn me off. "And looks like they are not working alone. They had orders."

My lips curled into a devilish smile, torture was another way to release frustration. I ended the call and began putting my clothes back on.

"Sir..." Her fingers grazed my arms, I couldn't help but stare in disgust.

"Get out!"

She cowered lightly, lowering her hand. She jumped down from the table, scurrying off. With one look at the mirror, I made use of my cologne again, I can't go out smelling of sex. Ugh.

I opened my safe, pulling out my pistol. I rubbed my fingers on the cold metal. It's been a long time since I had a little fun. Smiling sadistically, I put it in my waistband and made my way out of the office. It's playtime.

My car pulled into the warehouse, and I stepped out. The cold air did nothing to ease the tension in my muscles. I strut inside as the guards outside let me in.

River stood in the middle of two bloodied men, his back tense. His usual playful demeanour was replaced with something harsher. He held a blunt in his hand, and his cold glance washed over me.

"Business mode", I chuckled, and he rolled his eyes at me. Lumi will definitely kill him if she finds out he smokes. I wonder how she'll react when she knows her angel of a brother was actually an underboss in the mafia.

"Apparently, these two were sent as spies; they ended up blowing their cover by stealing from us."

I laughed, slow, cruel. They stole from me? Interesting. "Ben! Get me a chair"

"Yes, Don", Ben replied, dragging a metal chair across the concrete with a screech.

The moment they heard the word 'Don' both men froze, eyes wide, pupils blown. One of them flinched so hard he nearly toppled over his own blood. The other whimpered, shoulders trembling like a chihuahua.  Good. They knew exactly who I was and what I was capable of.

I sit in the chair right in front of them. But then I don't want to scare them, so I gave a big, wide smile, which turned into full-blown laughter when one of them started sobbing.

I don't mean to brag, but I'm somewhat known for being a bit of a torturer. It's a hidden hobby. I signal to one of them to come closer, but instead, he curled back, pressing against the wall.

I shut my eyes in fake hurt as River sent a strong kick to his lungs, fierce. But he disobeyed again, and he just lay there crying in pain. I decided to come get him myself.

I grabbed a fistful of hair from the crown of his head, lifting him up, sneering at the damage done to him already.

His eyes pooled with unshed tears, but a man's gotta be tough right?

He spat on the floor, blood flecking the concrete. "Fuck you, Lane. I ain’t saying shit."

I tilted my head, studying him like a predator sizing up prey. His bravado was thin, barely masking the panic flickering behind his restless eyes.

“Tommy,” I said, voice low, almost gentle. "You stole from me. Lied to me. And someone told you to do it." I leaned in, "You’re going to tell me who?"

He snorted, "Go to hell."

The image of my parents tied to a stake flashed in my head, their wails and pains. Still haunts me.

I straightened, rolling my shoulders, I pulled a knife from my pocket, the blade catching the light as I twirled it lazily. 

“Wrong answer,” I said, stepping behind him. I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, and lunged the knife into his left shoulder, his annoying scream filled my ears. 

"Zorin," River warned, but I ignored him. I didn’t need a lecture. I needed answers.

“Who gave the orders, Tommy?” I asked, dragging out the knife drops of blood splashed on my very expensive suit. He'll pay for that too. His breath came in short, ragged gasps.

"Nobody," he choked out. 

I slammed my fist into his lungs, sending a kick to his gut and another then another, the impact sending a dull thud through the room. He doubled over, coughing, his face twisting in pain. "Wrong again," I growled, crouching to meet his eyes. "I can do this all night. Can you?"

His defiance cracked, tears welling as he sucked in air. "Okay, okay," he rasped. "It was… some guy. Didn’t give a name. But he's from the La Morte."

I stepped back, the name sparking something in my memory. 10 years after, yet they're still in my business. I glanced at River, who nodded, already pulling out his phone to dig deeper.

I lifted my gun to his face, I shot his eyes, then the second and continuously fired bullets into his already limp body only stopping when River slapped the gun away from me.

The men were already cleaning off the mess, the second guy will be kept hostage till I'm in the mood to play again.

I snatched the blunt from River, taking a long drag. I refused to meet his gaze.

"I'll be going to Spain, after the ball tomorrow. I have a lead on La Morte"

I nodded my head in response, "but there's a little problem" he continued

"What's that?"

"Lumi"

At the sound of her name, I turned to him fully invested.

"You get to take care of Lumi. Not as a babysitter or anything, but you're the only one I could trust not to..."

"Fuck her?"

"Dude! Don't use that word on my sister. Anyways you're the only one I can trust."

I almost felt a pang of guilt. If only he knew the thoughts I have for Lumi, he'd keep her far away from me.