Chapter 6
I’ve been eyeing up my prey from the moment she stepped into the abyss of the club, my mind instantly recognising her from the photo Nico gave to me in my office.
Her golden locks sway around her shoulders as she’s pulled through the writhing bodies that gather on the dancefloor, finding her destination at the bar where some stupid frat boy bartender flashes her a winning smile.
I can practically feel her nerves bouncing around the room from where I sit in the private booths.
My chin rests on my fore finger and thumb, attempting to ease the tension in my jawline.
I thought screwing that bitch in the bathroom was enough to ease the rising anger I feel crawling its way up my chest, sinking its sharp claws into my flesh, but it’s not, it’s not enough.
I’m the most feared fucking man in this city, my casino is just a front for my real business that sits in the shadows.
My black market trade for drugs and pharmaceuticals is where the real money happens.
When the junkies of the streets, the scumbags, the dealers, even the top dogs who live a boring family life with two kids and a hot wife need their fix, or to request the stronger shit, not your average run of the mill sniff, I provide the goods and people will pay good money for it too.
So when Annabelle’s father got a hold of my name and begged me on his fucking knees for money to help clear the debts he’d already wracked up so his family wouldn’t end up in the shit, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, but the fucker had the balls to double cross me, to gamble the money away in my casino.
As if I wouldn’t find out. The moment he came into my office begging and pleading, was the moment he signed his life away to the devil, and now the devil has come to collect.
Annabelle really is a desperate whore, it’s almost comedic to see her writhe against me, begging me to fill her virgin cunt with my fingers.
She pauses at my question before she nods her head, as if I needed her consent.
Slipping my arm around her, I pull her back flush to my chest. I dip my fingers into the black material of her dress and lift it to gain access to her pussy before sliding her lace underwear to the side.
I run my fingers through her wet slit and she jolts in my arms, as if she’s been electrocuted.
Her pussy is smooth and free from hair, just how I like it.
I hum my approval against the shell of her ear whilst pressing my cock between the cheeks of her plump ass.
I’m practically foaming at the mouth thinking about all the ways I can bruise that tender flesh, how my knife will feel slicing through the muscle.
I continue to slide my fingers through her lips, paying attention to her pulsing clit.
A throaty moan leaves her mouth as she grinds her ass against my now hardening cock.
My hand begins to travel the length of her body, leaving her thick hips and over the ripples of curves, to the tight bud of her nipple, giving it a rough squeeze through her dress.
She gasps as I twist and pull the tender peak.
Annabelle’s senses must be on overdrive from the alcohol running through her bloodstream, the pain and pleasure coming from my hands, but this isn’t for her, this is for me.
Seeing her eyes close tightly from the shot of pain through her perky tits has my eyes glazing over with lust.
I want her to cry. I want to see fat tears fall from her eyes, but it’s too soon yet. I need to bide my time, so I release the abused bud and circle a hand around her delicate throat, tilting her head back to face the blood red ceiling.
“Do you want my fingers to fill your cunt, sweetheart? To feel them stretching you wide, making you cum all over them. Is that what you want?” I whisper in her ear, my voice low, my hot breath fanning over the side of her face.
“Yes, yes I want your fingers in me, please.” She practically begs me. My wicked smirk tips to the left, relishing in how easy she is to manipulate, to mold and break, because she will break for me.
I give her no warning as my fingers push through her opening causing her to yelp.
I immediately cover her mouth with my hand to silence the sound, feeling her pant like a dog in heat beneath my touch.
Her rapid breaths fire out of her nostrils from my intrusion.
The walls of her vagina are meaty and squishy, almost like the inside of one’s mouth, the tightness suffocates my digits.
Fuck. My cock is going to feel incredible in her pussy.
Sliding my fingers out, but not fully I feel her sopping juices trail down to my knuckles.
A grim thought passes across my brain that causes me to smile.
I wonder how she would feel knowing that only a couple of hours prior, I choked a woman to death with my cock.
That my hands have caused pain, torment, and misery.
I start to pick up rhythm, finger fucking her until she starts to convulse, her legs shake and I use my hand that was muffling her sounds to hold her upright.
“I think.. I think I’m coming! Oh god, fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.” Annabelle moans into the air, pulling her plump bottom lip in between her teeth causing it to turn a flush red colour from the pressure of her bite.
Her cunt pulses around my fingers, but I don’t let up the rapid pace and drag out her orgasm until she begs me to stop.
“Please! Please, I can’t take it anymore, it’s too much!
” She cries out and I pull my fingers out of her sopping cunt, leaving it gaping.
Her breaths start to slow as she comes back down to earth, her hands find my arms to stabilise herself, then she starts to spin on her heels to face me.
Before she even has the chance to take a glimpse at my face, I’m gone.
Leaving her a soaking wet mess on the dance floor.
Like a phantom, I weave my way through the pack of bodies, going completely unnoticed until I spot Nico where I left him in the private booth, noticing two more glasses of whiskey have been added to our table.
I grab the crystal glass by the rim and take a seat again in the wing-back chair, chugging a huge gulp of the fiery beverage.
It burns deliciously. Nico pipes up at the side of me, nursing his second drink.
“The restroom is clean boss, like it never happened.” I regard him with my glass, my eyes scanning over the room to see where Annabelle disappeared too.
Will she spill her guts to her best friend?
Tell her that a stranger made her cum with his fingers in front of a mass of people?
Or will I be her dirty little secret. Nico speaks again, breaking me out of my daze.
“Is the debt secured?” He questions, wanting to make sure everything is going as planned.
I don’t face him, but I answer the question regardless, knowing in just a few months time Annabelle will be mine.
She will fall in love with me. She will be my wife.
And I will insert myself into her life at every possible chance I get.
I’ve claimed her now and there’s no going back.
I’m a cruel bastard, and I can’t wait to see how pretty she will be when she breaks for me.
“Debt is secured.” I answer. “I’ll also be paying a visit to my future mother and father in-law.”