My Psychopath Billionaire Husband

The old man whom my customer tonight started to kiss me. I couldn't bear to see his face this close. I could see his pores, wrinkles, and freckles. It disgusts me. His lips tasted like a cigarette—a strong one.

I firmly closed my eyes. I wanted to pull away but couldn't do it. This is all for money, Nieva. You can do it. Endure this a little. This will end soon.

"Honey, you taste like candy, so young and flavourful," he whispered as he stopped kissing me on my lips and grabbed my thighs tightly.

My skin crawls by what I've just heard. The words coming out from his mouth are disgusting, too. I've encountered a lot of people like him. They crave for young women to satisfy their needs: a total creep and a pervert. I despise them.

He started kissing me on my cheeks, down to my neck and shoulders. His lips pressing on my skin feels like a needle. "Is the money not enough, sweetie?" he asked as he grabbed my chin, making me face him. I gulped and took a deep breath. "It is more than enough," I answered and put on a fake smile. "You are so beautiful. I like you."

Before answering him, I drank a generous amount of tequila to have enough courage and face him, "Thank you," I replied and finally convinced myself to touch his crotch and initiate the kiss.

He entered his tongue inside my mouth as if he was a hungry child. As he explores me, I rub his penis. I could already feel how hard it was. On the other hand, his hand from my neck went down to my breast. He cupped them so hard that I almost pulled myself away from him, but I managed to endure the pain somehow. "So fresh.." he said between our kisses, making sure to taste every corner of my mouth.

His hand explores my body. From my stomach to my waist and down to my thighs. The way he squeezes them, it hurts, too. He's ruining the mood. I'm not feeling even the slightest turn-on with this old man. No wonder he grew old without a partner.

Minutes passed, and I couldn't take the pain anymore. I kneeled In Front of him to avoid his aggressive touch. "Give daddy an unforgettable and amazing blowjob, baby." I ignored his words. Instead, I opened the zipper of his black pants and stared at the bulge his penis was making. I didn't want to do this, but I couldn't ignore the enormous amount of money he offered me. That amount of money can cover my bills for a whole month. Who wouldn't accept the job?

Taking a deep breath, I slowly touched his bulge while looking straight into his eyes. I watched the facial expressions he made and saw how his Adam's apple moved from gulping. I could tell he's horny now.

"I can't wait any longer, baby."

He's impatient. I hate people like him. They only think about themselves. But I have to give what he wants because he is my customer. I slowly unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I stared at it. God, they don’t look good. This is why I hate old customers.

I wrapped my hands around it and started to stroke it. His breathing became heavier and louder until he began to moan, feeling the pleasure and excitement. "That's right," he said, looking at me and caressing my hair. "Now, súck it."

I secretly rolled my eyes. He's too bossy. Why don't he just let me lead?

"Fine," I whispered and was about to suck his penis, but a loud bang coming from the door filled the entire room. I heard it slowly open, and I immediately hid my face with my hands and turned around to see who it might be. My forehead knotted as I saw an unfamiliar figure of a man.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the old man covered his manhood and stood up. I kept staring at the man who entered. He's just standing and staring at us, not moving even an inch. He looks.. intimidating. I don't like the vibe he's giving off. "I'm gonna call the security." The old man was about to get his phone when the man in black, wearing shades, pulled a gun inside his coat and pointed it at him.

It hit me like a ton of bricks when I realized how serious the situation was. Fuck. What's going on?

"I did not see your face. Please, I'm innocent," I closed my eyes and put my hands in the air.

I felt a wave of shock come over me. All I could think about at this moment was my Mother. I can't die yet. I can't leave her. Not now. Who will she have when I die?

"I have finally found you."

I heard an unfamiliar voice in front of me. I opened my eyes and saw that the man in black was already standing before me, staring at me with his expression unreadable. He lent his hand to me, but I did not accept it. I do not know him. I took a step back away from him. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to understand what was happening.

I heard him sigh and grab me by the arm. "What are you doing?" I exclaimed in fear.

He didn't bother to answer me. Instead, he dragged me out of the room. When we reached the door and were about to leave, he stopped. "I forgot something," he said to himself, turning half his body to the old man.

My eyes widened to witness how he shot the old man on his head. Blood splashes through the coffee table as he falls on the couch, lifeless. I froze and couldn't move. I felt my body trembling in terror. He looked at me with a smirk as if he was proud of himself. Unable to stomach the sight, I felt bile rising in my throat.

"Now, let's go." He forced me to follow him as I struggled to keep my eyes away from the lifeless body of the old man. I was so scared I had no choice but to obey him.

I wanted to scream, but I felt as though something was blocking my throat from making even the smallest sounds. I began to feel my tears fall one by one. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't breathe properly.

My mind couldn't get rid of the picture of the old man and the blood he splashed around. He was pierced through the forehead, through the skin, and the skeleton by the bullet. It happened so fast. Death takes only a second. I felt terrified as I remembered the look on his face as he passed. It was a look of fear and confusion.

The man stopped walking, and his grip tightened on my arm. I frowned as I felt my meat being squeezed. It hurt so much that I wanted to pull myself away from him, but I was too scared to move on my own. I felt like he would shoot me anytime, just like how he killed the old man earlier.

My eyes secretly wandered to the place where we stopped. The parking lot. It is empty here. No other people except us. Just cars. It is also quite here.

"Please.." I used all of my courage to speak. "Spare me. I didn't do anything wrong to you. I am innocent. I have no connection to the old man-"

"The thing is," he cut me off, "this is not about the old man, Nieva."

Hearing him say my name knotted my forehead. How did he know my name? Do we know each other?

"I am Desmond Cro'est," he slowly removed his glasses and stared into my eyes. They are deep black pitch. They look.. scary. "The Mafia boss, and you're going to marry me whether you like or not."