Chapter 10: I Craved To Fuck Her Again

Chapter 10: I Craved To Fuck Her Again

Luciano

“I haven't seen you in what felt like ages, Mark. Tell me now what have you been up to?” I asked and stood straight in front of the bound man, looking down at him while he squirmed in the chair.

He looked at me with a straight face but the look in his eyes proved to me that he knew what I had planned for him. The small cell was poorly lit up, only enough for me to see his face. I raised an eyebrow, urging him to open his mouth.

“Nothing much, I have been keeping to myself.” He responded and I watched his beat up face beat. It was rather hard for him to talk after my men had taken care of him before I came.

I let out a humorless chuckle as I walked around him at a slow pace. Does he think he can fool me, the Don?

“That sounds like being in a bad company, however, a little birdy told me.” I leaned down, standing behind him.

“That you have been betraying us behind my back.”

I stood up straight again and took out my knife and when he heard the sound of the metal, he turned his head in an attempt to see what I was doing. I sighed and put it against his throat, at the same time gripping his hair roughly to keep him from moving.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Luciano.” he muttered and the urge to slit his throat when I heard my name from his lips rushed over me but I kept calm.

“Shut the fuck up?” I snapped through gritted teeth.

“You no longer have the right to utter my name, you know what I do with people who betray me, Mark. Or do you want me to demonstrate?”

I felt him gulp against the blade and he shook his head, not uttering a word. What is it with people not being able to speak? I slowly moved the blade across his skin, drops of blood sliding down his body and onto the floor. He tried to move out of my grip and whimpered for me to stop but I haven't even started yet. The cut I made wasn't deep enough to kill him but enough to cause him pain.

I put the knife back under my shirt in its holster along with my gun. Having lost my patience, I walked to the table where all the torture tools was neatly lined up. I grinned, this was my favorite part and I chose to start with a hammer. I picked it up and examined it.

“What do you say, Mark, should we begin with the fun?”

*****
I walked out of the basement an hour later, Mark had passed out from the pain of my torture. My men were still downstairs, making sure he didn't do anything stupid once he woke up. As soon as I came into the kitchen, I saw Oliver and Dale, they were two of my closest men.

“Don, what did he say?” Oliver asked behind me as I stood with my hands leaning on the counter. I turned to him and crossed my arms.

“Nothing, the bastard didn't say anything. Do you know who he was working for?” I asked and it was Dale that responded.

“Yes, it was Carlos Santana. He is the Don of The Black Lotus Mafia and a drug lord. Well, I actually, I don't think he deserves the name lord, it is only what he likes to call himself.” I hummed in response and kept my gaze on the wall, thinking deep.

“Get my brother here, I don't have the energy to deal with both of them. I want him in charge to find Carlos, he is going to pay for this.”

They hurried out of the mansion and I walked up to my office. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and took a seat on the chair behind my desk. It was just six o'clock in the evening and I was thinking about driving down to one of my clubs to relieve some stress. Finding women who were willing to help me with that wasn't hard for me, they all gathered around me like a moth to a flame. I liked the attention I got as long as it was controlled, I didn't need a bunch of whores following me around just to get into my pants.

But ever since that night I fúck Abigail, I haven't enjoyed sleeping with anyone else. It wasn't the same, they weren't the same. In the beginning, it would be smooth and I found at least some pleasure but eventually I stopped fucking them and ordered them to leave instead. My dick seemed to only crave for one certain woman.

As soon as my eyes landed on her again, all the memories of our night together came flooding in. Her pussy around me, her sweat laced skin and the taste of her. I knew what she tasted and I wanted to taste it again and again. Five fucking mouths later and I was still hooked. Perhaps, I was hooked because she left in the morning, leaving me with nothing but the memory of her and no way of contacting her.

I didn't know for sure if it really bothered her that I was her father's friend but either way, I can see on the way she tensed around me that I still have an impact on her. Normally, I don't fuck women twice or being interested in someone so young but she was different snd it captured me. Her bratty attitude had a perfect touch of confidence that only made me want her more.

I craved to fúck her again and again until her young pussy was all stretched out and destroyed. My jaw clenched as I remembered how she felt that night, her body a writhing mess underneath me. How she was screaming and marked my back as I took her over and over again. I wanted to take her in every position that was physically possible once again.

My eyes dropped to my crotch where a visible hard bulge was growing. My dick was hard as a rock just thinking about her. I sighed and stood up, I don't know what the hell she was doing to me but it had to stop before I lost my mind. She is a daughter to my father and too young for me but what could I do, I can't resist her, not after what we had shared. Her hole was the best my dick has dug in and he is craving for her so desperately.