"Get the fuck off me!" she shouted pushing him back. But as stubborn as Alexander was he was more needy. He looked down in her face with anger then smiled. He grabbed the end of his shirt and pulled it off revealing his iron hard abs soaked in sweat glycerin in the dark. He gripped her hands raising them both above her head. "You’ll lose your senses once I’m inside, be a good girl and it won’t hurt," he whispered deep and soul wrecking. “It’ll feel like alcohol flowing through you…. Intoxicating,” he whispered as his hand slid up her thigh and his warm breath hit her neck. "Oh and I fuck hard but with you princess … amma fuck you even harder,” his last words slid through his sealed lips and rolled into her ears smoothly. She gasped deeply realizing there was no turning back. There was no way she could convince him not to go any further. This was it the end of her virgin days, the end of her innocence. Alexander gripped her hands even tighter and breath heavily in her ears then beg
As Aden could reply his expression changed quickly and he walked away heading to the living area. He pulled out a bag that rested on the ground next to the couch and unzipped it revealing a pistol. As Aden’s eyes met the gun he could tell that the rest of his week was going to be bloody, something him nor anyone else would want. Deep down he was fed up of the Miguel’s but it was his job, a well-paying one at that. Through all the things he’d seen during his stay with the Miguel’s there was no way things could get worst. He’d seen it all, heard it all. Aden’s eyes followed Alexander to the door until he disappeared wishing he could do something to help, anything.(Bang!) Fear ran through Aden’s body as he heard the gunshots. He snapped out of his little day dream and ran to the direction of the sound to find Alexander with his shirt blowing in the wind standing on the front porch, the gun pointed at Lisa. Aden watched in silence and fear of losing his precious life. As Alexander made s
Even the devil himself have feelings, so Indeed he had feelings but he was the boss, and once you’re the boss you can never let your guard down, never! "What did she even do?" Another voice asked. At this point he was getting annoyed. How could they know him so well yet talk behind his back well knowing he's listening? A sharp cut of silence hit as he stopped at the top of the steps. Little by little he turned lazily, eyes focused on the gang of men that stood in the parking ground. "Gun," he whispered just enough that Aden could hear. Long veiny hand stretched out, he stretched his hand out and flipped it, eyes focused on his watch while the other in his hand."One, two," he whispered with eyes still focused on his watch while the gang of men stood in a circle gazing up at him in silence, "three," he continued."Here you go sir," Aden said in a deep shaky tone as he handed him a pistol, glycerin in the moon light. Head tilted to the left, left hand remained in his pocket and his ope
(Sound of something falling) Aden flashed off Siana’s hand quickly as the chair fell to the ground. He took small steps back as Alexander's face worsens. "Is this what I'm paying you for?" he whispered as he made his way up to the refrigerator. (Sound of plate break) Alexander's head flew around rapidly finding Aden stepping back slowly. "Where the fuck are you going?" He questioned. "Grab the biggest knife and stab yourself six times!" He shouted. This was madness! As Siana heard his demand her heart shifted and her blood ran cold. How could someone be that crazy? He was hired because of his great ability to follow rules, of course he did as he was commanded and grabbed the knife."Leg..." Alexander whispered. With deep thrills and drifted eyes Siana stayed quite, away from the current world. What could she do? What should she do? It's now or never. There's no way she could just stand and watch Alexander in his evil doing, ruin the innocent, how could she possible? Those thoughts b
“Get your fucking hands off me!” Siana shouted, breaking loose from the man’s grip, and stepped back looking into his face. She tried her best to figure out where she had seen him before but couldn’t. All she really wanted was to catch the last bus so that she could get home. She had no idea why a strange guy came out of nowhere grabbing onto her arm, trying to drag her to a car. She had no idea what he wanted or why was she being pulled towards a strange car. Siana had stalkers before but none was brave enough to approach her, none was as brave as him. “I told you. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she shouted pulling out the phone from her bag. She unlocked her phone, dialed a number, and placed it at her ear, “Hello, nine-one-one. There’s this guy here-” She froze looking at the man in front of her as she heard footsteps approaching her from behind. “Put the phone down.” A softly spoken voice whispered in her ear. A trace of fear spread across her face. She could feel his
Siana laid on her bed going over what happened earlier. It was like a scene from a movie, it was bizarre. How could she really have been sold? Her mind flipped at the thought of Alexander, her memory could recall every detail about him right down to the moment when she could feel his rod rested on her thigh. She had a very dirty mind and an amazing imagination, one that could take her places, get her thinking of the impossible. How could she think of a stranger in that matter of way? How could she think of that now? She pulled the covers over her and closed her eyes trying to rid her mind of him, his amazing straight hair, his seductive smile and commanding voice that tickled her insides. "Good morning Miss Jones," a silvery voice whispered. She had heard that voice somewhere before, that voice was overly familiar to her ear. A voice that had a bad back story to it, a voice she didn't want to hear ever again. Siana sat up quickly gazing into the face of Aden Snow, the very same fac
Siana’s face expression changed. Fear, anger, confusion, was what she felt looking into his face. Everything was going too fast, she’d just learned that she was sold and now the person that she was sold to was standing in front of her. Alexander looked down at his watch then back up at Siana’s parents with his eye brow raised. He remembered what happened the night before, he’d found is really funny, the most beautiful way to meet someone. He gazed over to Siana’s shivering body on the ground and made his way over to her with long confident strides. He had no time to pretend to be a nice guy, he was a busy man. He had places to be and people to meet. “Don’t fuck up my plans,” he said pushing his jacket aside showing her a gun, “I’ll give you ten minutes to get dressed.” He said reaching out his long pale hand to her. She didn’t want to accept, neither did she wanted to decline, it would seem rude if she did and if she accepted then there would be no backing out. If she could get on
He could sweep her off her feet with that smile. His deep sexy voice could paralyze her and his hand being placed around her waist made her body shivered with pleaser. She had no idea why a total stranger had such an effect on her. Alexander released her, spun her around to meet his eyes, “You better not fuck this up.” He said with a smile. He liked the reaction she gave him in response. The expression she made, he found it fascinating. He led her to the dining table and pulled out the chair. "Play along if you want to live." He whispered in her ear. She felt the cold wind hit her back as soon as he removed his hand and shivers down her spine, live? This was crazy. What exactly did he meant by play along if you want to live? She didn't want to find out what he meant. She wanted to do as he commanded. She valued her life. He sat next to her with a smile, "This is Siana Jones." He said gazing into his father’s eyes still smiling. Awkwardness spread across her face mixed with confu