Mafia’s Contract: Tormented III

CHAPTER 1

“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the World.”

– Marilyn Monroe

MELODY POV

They were intoxicating!

The noises of pleasure, of course.

My breathing grew ragged, my mewls filling the dense air and intcluding with loud wet skin-to-skin slaps, grunts, and low moans. Hot breath cascaded down my neck when a hot tongue darted out to lick my undoubtedly sweaty skin, wrenching a lewd sound of desire- a sound I never knew I was capable of.

My stomach twisted into flip-flops, fireworks crackling low in my veins as I neared the edge. I could feel it building, the intense orgasm that was going to render me weak and knock all the air from out from out of my lungs.

“So this is what turns you on, huh?” He groaned on top of me, his wet skin gliding across mine, the sound of skin hitting skin continuing the delicious cacophony that engulfed my senses and played my body on a broken loop. The cocky smirk on his face was both an indignation and an utter aphrodisiac soaring through my veins, and when he rotated his hips, his thick, hard, and unbelievably thick member filling me completely, I almost died.

An itch to roll my eyes was heavy, but compared to the burn inside of me, the feeling of him rubbing all of me, it was nothing.

This boy was handling me just the way I liked it, the way I preferred it. The way I have never been handled before.

Hard, mercilessly, like a slut I was becoming!

He was ravaging me like I was sweet confection left for his plundering. And my body was loving every ounce of hell he was unleashing on me.

“Yeeesss…” A hiss trickled down my lips, followed by more groans and grunts of unparalleled desire. The burning passion that was forcing my being into a world of fantasy.

WE moaned, my body gravitating to him like two magnets pulled together by some strange force that could only be explained by science.

Something hot and wet poured into my stream, and before I could brace myself for what came next, my vision gave out as my toes curled, my body convulsing underneath his crashing weight.

A slight sheer of panic danced in my stomach a little longer while I rode the wave of lust, tumbling further and deeper down the abyss of euphoria. it was a bitter sweet feeling, one that coated my and wrung it off all the words.

This was different, more intense than anyything I have ever known.

I clung onto the thinnest shards of control, fighting to levitate above the delicious sensation that coursed through my body like a concentrated drug carried through my blood. Through the haze of crippling panic and pleasure, deep grunts of uncontrollably desire accompanied me, as he spilled his seed inside of me with a stamping roar, hot mint and sex fawning all over my face with warmth.

A man who expresses his pleasure during sex- was and Will always be an ULTIMATE TURN ON!

“Goodness, you are a rogue.” the fucker groaned pulling his heavyweight off me. I caught a glimpse of a black dragon tattoo etched on his broad back, the tail stretching to his right arm and covering the thick triceps. I watched him skating to my bathroom with his heavy junk hanging between his leg. He had a nice back, just like his front.

And I happened to have a soft spot for finely built men; tall, broad shoulders, and abs sculpted by gods. Big dicks. Definitely big dicks.

Pity.

He disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

With the reflexes of a cat, I jumped off the bed before slapping the secret compartment on the side of my bed, causing a soft clicking sound to ring through the dense, sex-smelling air, as it opened. My fingers wrapped around the cold, metal handle, and like the wind, I sprung from the bed before disappearing beneath the corner.

I could still feel the tingles at the back of my knees and in the pit of my stomach from the effects of the orgasm. I slurred a curse while darting into the corner. The delicious burn between my legs was almost drugging, and the feel of our juices skating down my inner thigh tickled the little shy girl in me.

I giggled.

Ew!

Thank fuck I didn’t pass out.

The bathroom door was clicked open, and the soft thuds of bare feet against my tiled floor made a soft sound. My heart leaped into my throat as I erupted from the corner, aiming at my target. His searching eyes found me, and in an instant, I raised my .45 and then pulled the trigger:

BANG!

“What the f…”

BANG!

The adrenalin rush felt like bloody meth bubbling through me, the orgasm could never compare to it.

A loud scream, then a shattering sound of the glass breaking was heard. The door to my bedroom busted open, and in came Douglass, his gun already raised in the air. He took in my form before shifting his gaze to the broken window, confusion marring his hard face.

Without a word, the two of us walked towards the window before staring outside the gaping hole, down to the pool area where my target was pulling himself out of the water, a nice trail of red following him.

Lucky bastard.

“Should I go after him?” Douglass inquired, his gaze -unbothered and tenacious- fixed on the man who was glancing around for towels to cover his nakedness, all while limping and hopping on one leg. I bet he was cursing in all languages of this world.

“Nah. He'll be alright.” I shook my head and turned around,

"But he's the son of thee... Signora, won't it cause trouble to let him go like that?" Hotness flashed in my eyes with obsidian, our gazes collided, and fear skated across his face.

“He will be fine. And don't you dare talk to me like that again.” I made sure to express the poison in my chest. He knew better than to question me and my decisions. My word was final. That was the law!

"Of course, Signora. He will be alright." Douglass took a defensive step backward, head bowed softly on his bulky body. Even though he submitted, something about the way he said it still ticked me off. Or I was being moody for no reason?

I walked to my bed and pulled on my robe before covering myself.

"Please have these taken care of." I pointed to the clothes scattered on my bedroom floor, and he bowed again.

“We should leave. Momma is surely losing her mind right now.” I said softly, rounding the bed to put the gun back into the compartment before kicking it shut.

“It’s unlike you to miss.” Douglass was my bodyguard. And I appreciated him for his honesty. But at times it was utterly unnecessary, times like now when my body was still vibrating from the things that boy did to me. And now, he was still perched by the broken window, still staring outside. I knew he was thinking of all the ways he could end the life of a poor man who had to drop from the sky, naked, and with a bleeding leg.

“You said it yourself, things may not look pretty for us if we finish him off. I don't want to have the feds breathing down my neck and connecting his death to me. I have a shit on my plate with the Mexican Cartels. Rothschild is miserable enough. Let’s spare him.” I left it at that and walked into my closet feeling the tension seeping through the pores of my skin.

I liked Douglass, hence the reason I chose him over hundreds of potential bodyguards back at the base.

I pulled on fresh clothes and didn’t even bother washing the cum that was dripping down my thigh. A small smile crept on my lips, a delicious burn between my legs reminding me of the awesome coitus I just had.

I will give it to him, the man made me cum more than anybody else.

Probably one of the many reasons why I ‘missed’ him.

Anyway, that was Laura's shooting, and that explained it. Because Mel never missed.

Mel was cruel, she was chaotic, she was reckless, and she killed with a smile on her face. As for Laura, she was a nice girl with good grades, a nice apartment in California, and… Weirdly, no boyfriends. Because men who hung up with her disappeared. And they all ended up in the hands of Mel.

“We should get going. The party has started.” Douglass called out from the door of my closet, her eyes taking in my body.

“What time is it?” I inquired stepping into the Puma Sneakers,

“7;30?” he made it sound like a question.

“Shit.” one hand slipped into the back of my sneakers, the other ruffling the hair on my head.

I couldn’t walk into my parent’s house with an ‘I just got fucked’ look.

Not only was it downright disrespectful, but it was unlike Mel.

Or right, you probably are wondering why the hell I just shot the man I had sex with. Well, for starters, you don’t get to fuck Melody Cattanio and live to see the rise of the sun.

Orgasmic and not!

Secondly,I will be seeing more of him! And they say first impressions last for ever!