Sold to Moretti Mafia

Julian

There isn’t an ounce of fear on his face as I walk over to him, my hand on my gun. Markus looked at death the same way I did. Eventually, it would come for us. It was inevitable. The only thing is, you never know when it will happen.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Let’s fucking go before I murder you,” I say, pushing past him and out the door.

Calling for the driver, he arrives outside at the same time Markus and I do. We climb into the black SUV, and we drive to Dimension. Markus and I are both silent during the drive, and it gives me a moment to clear my head.

When we arrive at the run-down building, I decide there is no better time than now to check in on the staff.

“Check with the bartender and see how everything is going. Let them know we will bring someone in soon,” I tell Markus as I check my phone, my finger hovering over the camera app. Watching her isn’t going to sedate my need or help matters. I need to fuck someone, someone who can handle a hard pounding. God knows if I fucked Elena the way I want to, she would break in half beneath me.

Markus nods, acknowledging what I’ve asked him to do, and we walk in together, the two guards who usually man the doors aren’t in place, which angers me. Walking inside, I survey the bar; there are a few patrons in it, and the stage has a couple men sat eye-balling the dancing chick. Music beats through the place, and a stripper works the pole, grinding her ass against it like it’s a cock. Stale smoke filters into my lungs when I take a breath, combined with sweat and perfume.

“I’m going to go check the viewing rooms and see if I can find any available pussy,” I tell Markus, who gives me a chin nod and heads off to the bar.

The long hall off to the right of the stage is where Roberto’s office used to be and where all the rooms are for the private dances that take place, and by private dances, I mean fuck sessions.

Numerous doors lead into different private viewing rooms, and as I walk down the hall, I try and decide which room to walk into.

My balls ache, and my cock has permanently been stiff since Elena arrived. Maybe taking the edge off is what I need.

A door opens, and a dark-haired, half-dressed stripper crosses in front of me, and I don’t even think, I just react. Grabbing her by the arm, I harshly tug her back toward the door she just came out of. She lets out a gasp, which she covers with a seductive grin when she realizes who grabbed her.

Women fawn over me, toss themselves at me, begging for me to fuck them, and luckily the women here know just how I like it. Hard and fast.

“Mr. Moretti,” she purrs as I open the door and walk inside, her body rubbing against mine like a cat might rub against someone’s leg. Releasing her as if her body is fire, I take a step back. She knows why I’ve grabbed her, and she knows if she does well, she’ll get a nice tip.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I growl and watch as she complies eagerly, scurrying over to the bed without question, and nothing like I imagine Elena would be if I ordered her to. Knowing how innocent and naive she is, I bet she’d cry, and I’d have to force her.

Annoyance spreads through me like a wildfire at the thought. I want to get my dick wet since I know I’ll have to wait till next week, at the very least, to fuck my virgin bride, not be beaten down with thoughts of her while I’m doing it. My annoyance boils over, becoming pure anger. I don’t understand why every thought I have leads back to her.

The brunette on her knees looks at me over her shoulder and licks her red lips while batting her eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, and you aren’t going to whimper, cry, or say a word. Do you understand?”

She nods her head, and I hate how excitement bubbles up to the surface at her obedience. I stare at her round ass, the globes not quite firm. Her pussy is on full display, her slits glistening in the dim lighting, letting me know she’s ready for me, though it wouldn’t matter if she wasn’t. I’d fuck her dry; after all, she is here for my pleasure and nothing else.

The whore is pretty, but nothing compared to my soon to be bride.

There isn’t an ounce of innocence or fear in this girl, and I hate it.

She’s waiting for my wrath, welcoming it. Fuck. Flicking the button on my slacks, I move to the bed, climbing behind the whore. I take my cock into my hand, stroke the beast, and then pull a condom out of my wallet.

At the crinkling of the package, the woman twists around. “I’m clean, and on the pill. You can fuck me raw if you want.”

Chuckling darkly, I grab her by the hip and sink my fingers into her skin.

“I’m a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Now shut the fuck up and put your cheek on the mattress.” I’m well aware of how sinister I’m being right now, but here, I can be me, and with Elena, it’s like I’m something else entirely.

Letting my eyes drift closed, I will the thoughts of Elena away, but closing my eyes only causes them to rush in. Her cheeks tear-stained, her eyes pleading, her body trembling as I take from her. Memories of the way she whimpered when I simply applied pressure to her hand as she jerked me off appear in my mind.

My cock deflates in my hand, and I know there isn’t any fucking point in doing this.

The only person my cock wants is the only person I’m not willing to take from yet. There is a plan, an order, and I need to fucking follow it. Still, her perfectly sculpted heart-shaped face and emerald green eyes haunt me like a ghost.

I’m pissed, burning with rage. I can’t even fuck someone without thinking about her. It was bad before, all the times I had to envision her while I fucked others from behind or shoved my cock down their throat. Now that she’s trapped in my web, entirely at my mercy, my body knows I don’t have to deny myself, but I am.

Pissed, I take a step back from the woman. “Get fucking dressed,” I grit out, wanting to punch something.

“What? I thought you wanted…” She whirls around to face me.

I ignore her question and confused expression and take the waste of a condom off and button my pants back up. Pulling out a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet, I shove the money at her. She looks at me then to the money before snatching it from my hand.

“Are you sure, Mr. Moretti?” she purrs, batting her eyes one last time, and I curl my hand into a tight fist. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

The offer is tempting, being that my tastes run rough and a little dark, but making my cock hard for someone other than Elena is going to be impossible. She’s cast a fucking spell on me and doesn’t even realize it.

“Pull yourself together. I don’t want you. The money was for your time. I changed my mind, go find someone else.”

Frustrated and annoyed, I walk out of the room, leaving the door open behind me. Elena has captured my complete and undivided attention, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing for either of us.