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!
How was our Villian's intro??
|She was like the moon, a part of her was always hidden|Annalise woke to her blazing alarm. She punched her phone that lay on the nightstand. But who was gonna tell the lazy ass that she had to pick it up, open her eyes, and tap on a particular virtual button to turn it off?She groaned loudly as the alarm didn’t pause and she didn’t want to wake up. No way was Lise a morning person. In fact, she hated mornings as much as she hated seafood. The thing was, she was allergic to seafood but mornings… no. How many times had she wished that the creator of the universe, never created the daylight but when has he ever listened to her?Groaning once again in annoyance, she took her phone squeezing one eye shut, and opening the other, she picked up her phone turned the alarm off, and slumped down on the pillow again, sighing. She had to go to school today.“Ugh!” She said and sat up and rubbed her eyes and stretched her body to rid herself of sleep.She slowly slid down her bed and sat down on
“Well, Liam you have to drop me off at a bank.” She said as Liam walked up and stood beside her, leaning on the locker.“Which Annie-bear?”“This one,” she said and showed him the address of the bank which, Mila had sent her.“The national bank? Sure.” He said handed her the phone back. Annalise smiled at him and he leaned down and pulled one side of her cheek.“Ouch!” She exclaimed and rubbed her cheek.“Don’t be so dramatic,” he said rolling his eyes off.Lise just smiled in response and Liam made his way back to Annalise’s wheelchair and held the handles on either side and began pushing her out. It was all fine, till they were ganged up by, Ayesha.“Well well well, if it isn’t the little Miss. cripple herself.” She said and circled them with her so-called ‘friends’.Ayesha was the mayor’s daughter. She had never been denied anything and had always been… bit dumb. She might have gotten to study at Eastwood high but she wasn’t up to Eastwood high’s academic standards. She was nothing
|If you don’t terrify people a little bit, then What’s the point |She looked outside deep into her thoughts. Leaning against the headrest of the black leather seats, the wind slapped her face, and thought about what Ayesha had told her.Liam stole occasional glances at her. He knew Annalise wasn’t a quiet one, she often blast loud Korean pop in the car, despite him not liking it or she’d watch some sort of k-drama with her earphones plugged in. It was highly unlikely she was doing neither. In fact, she looked bothered by something.He knew seeing Ayesha walk by his car wasn’t something to be ignored but he couldn’t help it when Lise told him it was nothing. He had been her friend for long enough to know that it wasn’t just noting. Ayesha was on Lise’s tail since middle school and he himself had shut the vile girl up many times.Not that Lise wouldn’t have done it herself, but Ayesha and her friends never gave her the chance to. With their consent mockery to bring down her self-esteem
Breathing out in fear, she opened her eyes to face her death as an arm was wrapped around her neck pressing her back against something hard and something cold was pressed against her temple, making the level of fear heighten in her.She whimpered as the metal was harshly pushed into her temple. Her vision blurred because of all the salty tears.“Oh come on, you wouldn’t want my men to empty their case in here, would you? Would you want that on your conscience governor?” Andreas’s deep and manipulative voice boomed right next to her ear. He knew the governor was known for his honest and morally high codes. So he hit the man, where it affected him the most.Andreas was a skilled manipulator, no doubt.“And I’ll start with this little kitten.” He snickers as he pushed the nozzle of his gun into her temple. That is when Annalise realized that she was going to die.From what she had seen, these people didn&rsquo
An unknown dread crept into Lise as she looked at the raging Andreas. He was shaking due to anger. His eyes burning and all he wanted to do was kill.He wanted to quench his demons with blood. The lust for the blood he carried within himself was exorbitant.Lise’s body trembled and she knew she had signed her own death sentence. Looking down at the floor, where her feet hung in the air, her toes mere touching the floor as Andreas held her tightly.He didn’t show an ounce of mercy as he held the fragile girl. She was scared and he held in a bruising way, adding more to her dread. His arm was crushing her tiny waist and she was having trouble breathing but didn’t complain. She didn’t want to make it worse for herself.She didn’t how he’d kill her but hoped it would be fast.Annalise muffles a sob when Andreas pressed her more against him, only to feel her phone against their bodies.Biting on her lower lip,
A soft groan rumbles through her body as she turned to her side and opens one of her eyes with great difficulty. Her waist hurt and so did her nape.It was as if someone hand caged her nape and waist, crushing it. A whimper escapes her lips and a lone tear slides down her eye as she parts her other eye, welcoming the artificial LED lights.“Annalise,” she heard the soft and pained voice and she instantly recognized whose it was.“Ma?” She reached for her mother frantically before May stepped in before her and dropped to her knees in front of her daughter.“Annalise,” she whispered and hugged her small body when Lise tried to sit up. May held Lise as if she’d slip away any moment. Holding her safe and securely as a mother holds her baby, trying to keep all the bad away from her child.“Oh, my Lise.” She rested her face on Lise’s shoulder and cried. Annalise was still in a daze and her eyes
“Enough.”Andreas stood up with the evilest smirk he had to offer. He stood before Annalise with his hands shoved down his pocket. His grey settled on hers while she looked down at her lap, not even looking at her mother.Liam glared at Andreas, seething. His fists clench by his sides as he looks at the man who stood before his Annie-bear.May, Mila, and Liam were worried when they found out that the bank had been under attack through the news. Liam constantly blamed himself for leaving her there all alone. He knew it was a bad idea, he had an intuition and it was proven right.But when someone rang the bell of Lise’s house, May was surprised to see a man with an extremely aura dangerous walk into their house with Annalise passed out in his arms. He laid her down on the couch and walked back and sat opposite her, with one of his ankles on his knee while he waited patiently till she was conscious again.Liam was quick to attack And
|And suddenly life wasn't about living. It was about surviving|May brought out the first aid kit and crouched down before Liam. She looked at the whimpering boy and tears hit the brim of her eyes but she tried her hardest to hold it back.Liam sat on the couch with his fists clenched. The left side of his face was swollen and unrecognizable. He had a black eye and a broken nose. His jaw was severely bruised and blood covered his lips and teeth.He wanted to rip Andreas apart for taking his friend. Though Andreas had disabled him by his constant and brutal punches, his ears were still were much able. He heard Annalise’s cries and whimpers of pain. The way he smoothly and efficiently manipulated the terrified girl was beyond him. What made him even more furious was that Andreas had no remorse for what he did.He began shaking lightly due to rage and May placed her hand on his balled-up fist, making him snap his eyes towards