01: The Devil's Rage.

“Make sure you keep track of him.” Armando gritted on the phone while walking into his office.

“Yes Sir.”

“We're keeping eyes on him, Sir, he just arrived at his old family house.” Antonio, one of his trusted made men informed and Armando wished he was there at the moment to blow the traitor's head off with his gun.

He was after the man named Elpidio who had run out of the country when he failed to return the huge sum of money he borrowed from him, but great news got to him that Elpidio was sighted at his family's house, and he couldn't wait to finish off the bastard.

Armando was not one to show mercy, he had always been known for being ruthless, and stone-hearted… He was the devil, Lucifer-incarnated himself, and no one dares mess with him. No one! Unless they are toying with their freaking lives.

Armando plans to kill Elpidio immediately he sets his eyes on him, and the thought of it makes him hunger and crave to see the sight of blood dripping from Elpidio's head and flooding the floor.

Armando was known to be the leading and strongest Mafia King of Italy. He took the Boss position after his cruel father died, who had spent most of his life sculpting and carving Armando into the devil he is as of today. Armando has passed through the worst stages in his life, having to endure the most unruly way a human could experience, which hardened his heart.

His mother died a horrific death which had traumatized him until this day… having to watch his Father kill the wife he married because he caught her in bed with another man and Armando felt she deserved it because it was out of the rules in their Familia.

It was a bad omen to catch the wife of the Boss cheating. It would make them look weak.

Since then, women had always disgusted him, and he saw them as rags to use and dump whenever he pleases.

His dad never got married after that incident…

Still fuming with the information he got about Elpidio, Armando banged his fist on the table, causing a loud noise that resounded and shook the doors and windows in the office.

“Please, calm down, Sir.” Ana said as she swayed her hips, walking seductively over to him with a cup of coffee in her hands.

“Don't you fucking tell me to calm down.” Armando pointed his gun at her, but his eyes hungrily roamed her body and a slight smirk formed on his lips.

Ana was wearing a tight short black leather gown that just covered her butt a little, with a bob wig and killer heels that matched with her outfit.

“Here is your coffee, master Armando,” She fluttered her eyelashes at him as she sat on the edge of his table showing off her milky laps, offering the cup of coffee to her master.

Armando collected the cup from her and dropped it on the table, almost making the content of the milk spill on the table. He was angry, and he would lash out on his slave and make sure she would satisfy his pleasures.

A nasty smirk played on his lips. He moved closer to her, his hands tracing her exposed thighs, and he watched her shudder, moving back a little and parted her legs wide open for him.

Armando's jaw clenched, seeing she was wearing no panties.

“You want to be a bad girl, huh?” He growled, keeping his gun and grabbed the cup of coffee from the desk. He gulped the black coffee and his jaw twitched, that's how he likes his coffee, just black with zero sugar in it.

“Yes, master Armando.” Ana purred. She bit her lips, licking her lower lips with her tongue, and she raised her thigh slightly.

“You don't get to be a bad girl until I tell you so, huh?” Armando growled. He drew out his drawer and brought out a cat o'nine tail whip.

“Turn that ass around,” Armando commanded. Ana did as she was told. She stood on her feet and turned. She leaned on the table, arching her back to stick out her butt in the air.

“Mm… now that's a little good girl there,” Armando grunted. He hit the whip on her ass and Ana moaned in pleasure mixed with pain.

Armando slammed the whip on her cheek ass and Ana whimpered, her hands grasping the edge of the table firmly to support her.

Armando hit and hit her over and over again as Ana's loud moans filled the office. Ana screamed her safe word when she couldn't take in the pains anymore, and Armando dropped the whip on the floor immediately.

“Now, be a bad girl for me.” Armando ordered.

A dirty smile appeared on Ana's face, and she needs not to be told what to do. She got on her knees and began to unbuckle Armando's belt.

She zipped down his trousers and brought out his cock, which stood mighty in his glory.

Ana grinned. How lucky she was to be one of the slaves who satisfy her master. She moved closer and kissed her master's cock to worship it, then slowly ran her tongue on the tip.

Armando's breaths came out harsh as he grabbed a handful of Ana's hair and forced her to look at him.

“Don't tease me, Ana.” His eyes turned darker and Ana swallowed.

“Yes, master Armando,” She managed to say.

“Good… now suck the damn cock.” Armando gritted and Ana covered her mouth, taking his length almost fully in her mouth as she got gagged.

Armando closed his eyes and a sigh escaped his lips… Ana began to bob her head up and down his cock, twirling her tongue around his shaft.

“Yes… like that… take it in that way as the good girl that you are,” Armando grunted, closing his eyes, and before he realizes his hips bucked as he began fucking Ana's mouth.

“Get up.” Armando instructed when he realized he was at the edge. Ana smiled knowingly and sat on the table, widening her legs.

“ You love playing dangerous games with me.” He said huskily. His hands slide between her parted legs as she moaned.

Armando parted her mold, beginning to rub his fingers hard on her clit fiercely, while he nibbled on her neck.

She quivered, almost falling off the table, but Armando kept her firmly in place.

“Master Armando!!” She moaned as her eyes closed with great pleasure whelming terribly inside of her.

“Aahh!!” Ana cried as she spread her legs wider. Armando had inserted two of his fingers into her wet cunt without warning, thrusting demandingly in and out of her. He felt her walls convulse tightly around his fingers.

Ana moved her hips with desire, wanting more, while Armando's shaft was pulsating with need, the veins showing visibly on it.

“Oh!!” Ana moaned, throwing her head to the back.

Armando tossed her over… her back facing him. Ana stretched her hand on the table, so her ass was sticking out.

Armando spanked hard at her butt as she whimpered, holding the table tightly. He spanked her over and over again until her butt was red and imprinted with his hands even after the mark of the whip.

“Now sit back on the table and spread those legs for me.” Armando said, and she nodded obediently.

Ana was one of the favorite sex toys of Armando, and the girls counted it as a blessing to be an object of his. They took turns, constantly trying to satisfy him, knowing Armando was a sex god. They would do anything to have his dick in them.

“Good girl !” Armando's eyes were on her, watching her rub herself, playing with her breast while her juices flowed out from her.

Ana took her hands into her mouth, licking all her fluids off her fingers.

Ana has been a very bad girl right from the start, she was often used as bait to catch most of their rivals, which made her earn Armando's favoritism. And she does most of her work perfectly well.

She was nothing apart from his Sex toy, and she knows that too, but she better off anyway as long as she can satisfy him.

Her eyes glued to his cock as she rubbed herself, the more, wanting to feel him already.

Armando moved closer to her and in one go, he buried himself deep into her and Ana moaned in ecstasy while Armando's jaw clenched.

There was no lovemaking in his dictionary, neither does the word 'LOVE' exist in him. It has always been sex and it ends there.

He groaned, plunging into her fiercely and roughly. Armando was no gentleman when it comes to sex, and he didn't provide a care.

Ana screamed as Armando rode her without mercy, her breasts flapping up and down. He grabbed one of them and squeezed them tightly.

“Fuck!!” He groaned. Thrusting his shaft deep in her nonstop. She moaned loudly, making sure she didn't say his name without addressing him as 'Master'.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, while thrusting every inch of him in her.

“You are not allowed to come until I say so,” Armando ordered, his voice raspy, his cock still doing justice to her.

“Ye-yes, Ma-master Armando,” She stuttered, her eyes rolling to the back. How was she going to hold herself when he kept hitting on her G-spot?

“Yes… take it like that, take it as the bad bitch that you are,” Armando spoke, ramming into her. He was also reaching his peak too.

Armando spread her legs further, making sure she took in every bit of him. He was almost there, her pleadings falling on deaf ears.

With one more powerful thrust, Armando released his seed and Ana came, but he was quick to remove his dick away from her and spilled everything on her lower abdomen down to her pussy.

“Get dressed!” Armando ordered, immediately, her business in his office was done. It was time for him to focus on trivial issues.

Ana adjusted her clothes properly before taking his fluids on her thigh with her fingers and licked it.

Armando's expression was blank at Ana walking out of his office with the cup of coffee she brought in earlier.

Armando's phone beeped and it was Antonio calling.

“What news do you have of him?” Armando asked impatiently.

“ Sir, I don't think he's going anywhere for now, he looks undisturbed,” Antonio informed.

“We shall visit him tonight.” Armando's teeth clenched and he ended the call. He sat on the swivel chair, turning around slightly.

Elpidio, get ready to face your doom tonight. He thought.