บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Brinda My heart swelled as I stared at Francesco's face which was full of pride. I knew he wouldn't believe a word I said. Each step he took towards me made the air thick with tension. “Can you prove that?” He whispered into my ear while he pulled me closer. I raised an eyebrow in response. He smiled before he added, “That your pussy now drips.”I pushed him off me. After accomplishing that, I nearly cried. Why? What took my eyes below? Francesco was naked. He had nothing covering his private parts. The sack that covered his balls dangled left and right. Truth be told. The balls were big… and his manhood? Massive. Veiny. Cocky. Lengthy. Attractive. I looked away quickly so he wouldn't catch me staring for a long time. “If you want to suck it, you can. It's free of charge for you.” A warm glow spread across his face. “I can't suck such. Isn't it the same squeaky old toy that Bullet sucked the other day?” I asked, undeniably causing trouble. “I see! You're just jealous. You

Brinda The next evening came quicker than I expected. Still, I haven't found a way to bypass Marshall and his men. Bullet is not home as she had gone on a mission Francesco sent her on. My legs move faster and faster around the room due to the fact that I was pacing up and down. Sweat glistened on my face, all the way to my back. Just as I increased the air conditioner, I heard a loud bang on my door. “Who the hell is that?” I questioned. Coupled with the issues I was facing, I rushed to open the door only to see Francesco with a smirking expression. “The hell is me.” He announced, his baritone voice sent chills down my spine. I rubbed the back of my head as I looked away nervously. “Ehm… How may I be of help to you?” I asked. “You can help yourself by following me out of your room. Right now!” He said, with full authority. I shrugged my shoulders before I followed him downstairs. When we got there, he walked towards the door swiftly. “Where are we going?” I asked, intrigued

BrindaFrancesco Dante. Francesco's father. Purab Chaturvedi. Marshall Fernandez. Marshall's father. I stared at the white board before me that I had their names written on as I thought of a lot of possibilities of what they had in common. If Marshall was the heir of the Fernandez family, why did he approach me? As for Francesco, he told me he was an orphan. He even worked as a barman to top it all. Everything just doesn't add up. And the death of my mother… Why? What does she have to do with all this? Francesco could have approached me easily. I could have agreed to be of help. Or maybe, not.Even now, I can't even get back to my past self. The skills aren't there anymore. I had vowed to leave that life because I had gained nothing while I worked with Alpha Exposition. Just killings and spreading sorrow. I rested my head on my fingers and heaved a loud sigh before I walked to the balcony of my room. The early morning sun cast a warm glow on my face. Now, who the fuck are thes

Brinda “Bullet, lead the front. Brinda, stay in the middle. I will watch our backs. Once we get rid of the security guards, I will wait outside while you both fetch our target. Just in case you can also get his family, take them all. But note this, I need them all alive.” Francesco dictated shortly after we got off the car a few metres from Khumalo’s home. Swiftly, we charged towards the building and hid behind the flowers close to the wall. “I didn't expect them to be this much. What do we do?” Francesco said after we saw about thirty men guarding the entrance of the house. “Does he know we will come?” I asked in a low tone. “I doubt. If he knew, he wouldn't have waited for us to come. My informants must have missed a step in their investigation.” Francesco retorted, his voice slightly filled with annoyance. “We stick to the plan.” Bullet whispered from behind before she jumped into the compound and clashed with the guards. Francesco followed her immediately. What am I waiting f

{EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD} Alice tightened her hold on Marshal's head while he sucked the hell out of her pussy. “Yes, Don. Fuck!!! Yes, I love it. Don't stop.” Marshall, as if he was her puppet obliged to her request and opened her folds more with his fingers and continued to ignite the pleasure he was giving her. “Yes, Don. This is so good. This is so healthy. I want more. Ah…” Alice kept on saying a lot of dirty words while she stirred her hips on the table. “Do you like how I am sucking you off?” Marshall asked suddenly, stopping the intense moment. “Why the hell did you stop, Don? I was having the best moment of my life.” She groaned. “Get back at it, Don.” She added. Then, to spice her words up, she took her left hand to her right nipple and started running it gently while her mouth formed an o-shape. “You are so fucking nasty, bitch!” Marshall commented with a sly grin on his face. “Yes, I love it when you call me ‘bitch’. Please, call me once more.” Alice begged while