WARNING!( MATURE ) "Are you touching yourself?" he voices in a husky murmur startling the hell out of me. I hastily sit up and look at his amused face, "N..no" I stutter in embarrassment. "Let me see" Carl crouches in front of me and grabs my hand to inspect my wet fingers. Kayla is Santino's American mafia princess. In the world of guns, an enemy is bound to knock on your door anytime. What happens when her father's enemy knocks on their door? And what happens when Kayla learns that she's betrothed to a ruthless Italian mafia boss Carl Moreno? Also known as the sex god. And to add to that, a man of many enemies. Join me to find out
Kayla Santino.
(Trigger warning: mention of rape and abuse)
I revised my blonde wig in my car's mirror to make sure everything is in position. I want this mission to go as accurately as possible. My green lens goes well with the wig and with the heavy make-up added to my face, I look completely different.
He won't recognize me. I painted my lips a deep red to add to my made-up look, and no doubt it's eye-catching. My red little dress is long enough to cover the holster holding my gun and my switchblade knives securely.
The cold night air hits me with force making goosebumps appear on my soft skin as I exit the comfort of my car.
Adjusting my black long coat, I make my way to 'Moreno's Den' a club known for VIPs from the mafia and other famous business moguls.
It's no place for the less fortunate, perfect for doing dirty because no one gives a fuck.
I majestically step into the club with slow calculated steps making sure to add a sway on my hips as I examine the environment.
My heels click noisily on the floor but the sound is absorbed by the loud music blaring through the speakers, making this place more qualifying for what am here to do tonight.
I ignore the eyes trailing after me because tonight only one person will be honored to have my company.
And according to my informant, he's probably already here or yet to arrive. Today it's just him, and I have all the time in the world to wait for that particular someone.
Travis fucking Santiago.
I ease myself onto the high bar stool and order a whiskey, keeping my eyes on the entrance not to lose my target who is yet to arrive. I don't want to miss out on him whatsoever.
I swirl the brown liquid on my tongue loving how it burns my taste buds and down to my throat.
To think this liquid could save me, I was highly mistaken because it did nothing but give me horrendous hangovers and headaches every morning, and yet, the horrible feelings still came back doubled. I hope tonight will make me feel better.
Am here to feel better.
In our world, we live by the notion of killing or being killed. It's a matter of survival to the fittest, and being my father's only daughter am not an exception.
It's a world they don't give a fuck if you are a woman or a child provided their twisted starvation is satisfied.
6 months ago a man named Grayson Scott, my father's rival, kidnapped me to get back at him.
I mark his words ' The best way to hurt someone is by hurting the person closer to their heart" and to my father, am his only family, and he doesn't neglect to show how much I am closer to his heart.
The man Grayson, also an American mafia boss wanted an alliance with my father but he rejected his offer because the man is pure evil.
He does every kind of sick shit. From trafficking women and forcing them into prostitution also raping them is no big deal to him.
My dad didn't want that kind of business because he only specializes in guns and drugs.
So the old fucker started stealing my dad's shipments and when he retaliated he got mad and kidnapped me, tortured me, and had his men take rounds at me, after taking my innocence himself.
Just so to hurt my dad and I can attest he did. But he hurt me more than one can ever imagine.
I was hopelessly tied to a metal chair in a wet cold cell crying and begging while they had their fun. It was the hardest two weeks of my life.
I thought I could die and at that time I begged them to kill me but they laughed at my tears instead.
They kept me hungry for days, that cell was awful. It still makes my skin crawl when I think about it. It smelt of dried blood and it was foul. Anytime I tried sleeping they would wake me up with damn cold water. My body was buttered and weak.
Did they care? No
Instead, it amused them. I would watch them take photos and videos every time they abused me. Do you know what they did with them? They sent them to my father.
Sick fuckers.
After they had enough of my body, they decided to get rid of me by selling me. Yes, they're that twisted. By good luck, I was rescued by my future husband whom I haven't met yet.
I was exhausted and passed out so when I woke up in the hospital bed I was told he was the one who saved me, story for another day.
I have been to therapy after therapy but non of it worked.
I spend most of my time training to keep my mind off things but to no avail. Every time I close my eyes I see them ripping my clothes, I hear their obnoxious laughter in my head.
Fucking maniacs.
I turned to sleep pills but they make it worse because they still haunt my dreams. I always wake up screaming with a sweaty body and severe headaches. They fucked me up.
Everything just didn't work out. Fuck, I almost did drugs and contemplated suicide but my dad was always around to stop it. I fucking hated anything male, they made my body irk and I always kept my distance.
Words can't explain the trauma and depression I suffered.
My father and his boys were ready to rip them apart but I told him no. I only believe that unless I see them beg me to stop. Until I hear them howling in pain, look in my eyes and tell me sorry. Until I see their tears and watch them suffer, I would never be good again.
Taking them to hell one by one is the only cure I have to be sane again. I want them to taste the venom they created. Only then, my life will be back to normal. Even though I will never get back what I lost.
I have spent the last 3 months learning everything about them. From their families to their mistresses. I learned their schedules and every single detail of their pathetic lives. I know where their warehouses are located, their mansions, and the clubs they attend and when they do attend.
The three fuckers who are much older to be my dads think they got their victory because nothing has happened to them so far. Too bad it is always calm before the storm.
And today will be stormy for Travis Santiago,40 years. 3rd in command of Grayson Scott, never married, any kids. Lives alone in a penthouse in LA.
The fucker loves anything in a skirt, he has multiple sexual relations that I can't even count. Of course, he's into younger women. My advantage is that it makes him an easy target.
That brings us here. To taste the sweetness of revenge and hopefully my cure.
Twisted? I don't give a fuck.
They messed me up and am going to return the favor by messing them up too.
Speaking of the devil, he walks in accompanied by his guards, who sadly won't save his ass tonight. I fix my cleavage to make it more noticeable. The sucker will undoubtedly fall.
He comes towards the bar and I pretend I wasn't even aware he's here. Time to test my acting skills.
I take a slow sip from my glass and revel in its taste, the good thing am not a lightweight and I cut my alcohol intake three months ago. It's just that I have to blend in this place and I will look out of place taking water in a fucking club.
I feel his presence beside me and his eyes on my ample cleavage. Bingo.
"Hey beautiful," the familiar voice announces. I can tell that voice from anywhere because I spend two weeks of my life hearing it. Begging in my mind not to hear it again but I heard it over and over anyways.
"Hey there," I act interested
"Do you mind if I sit here?" no I need you closer and not in front of all these people.
" Not at all, help yourself" I take another sip giving him a side glance. He motions for his guards to get away and I secretly smirk. First mistake.
He sits on the chair next to mine scooting so fucking closer, he's repelling but I give him what looks like a charming smile regardless. I had to rehearse this smile for 10 minutes before I left my house, and from the looks of it, I got it right. He slyly smiles at me and I feel like puking " So what's a beautiful thing like you doing here alone ?" Thing? of course they always see women as objects they can use however they want. Sick bastards.
But this 'beautiful thing' is here to make sure you arrive in hell safely.
"Oh you know, to have some fun, just looking for a good time" I lead him on.
He smirks victoriously "I am here for a good time too, I hope we can help each other on that" he suggests and I pretend to check him out nothing on his pathetic old body impresses me, but I smile seductively anyhow" Not bad, at all" Geez, everything about his wrinkly fuck is awful.
"What's your name beautiful" Oh! you know my name, you know both of my names and my father's too. " Am Layla" I lie smoothly.
He nods checking me out, his eyes lingering on my tities longer. Power of push-up bras " What's yours" I ask to distract his horny eyes from my body because it brings me sick memories." Oh! it's Travis" Of course fuckface, I knew that already.
"How about we get out of here? there are rooms upstairs ?" he suggests the corner of his lips stretching in a wide smirk.
Fucking finally.
Always so easy when they think with their fucked up horny dicks.
I drown the remaining liquor in my glass in one gulp which he insists on paying while looking at me with amused eyes.
Yes fucker, this face is the last you are going to see so you better not forget it.
"Ready?" I fakely chirp and he smiles leading the way upstairs.
I smirk following him closely,
Blindly walking to your death because of what? a pussy?
I cry as I cum harder in his mouth again, he's been doing this for 20mins now. This is the worst punishment I could ever wish for. Am sore from his fingers and my nub is so sensitive right now but he isn't stopping, another orgasm hits me hard and I sob. "Am sorry Aiden please stop" I cry begging him with my blurry eyes. I am covered with sweat and dried tears. My body is exhausted and I can't take this anymore. "I want you to know that I don't share what's mine, and you Melanie are MINE alone" he growls out against my core sending shivers throughout my body. "Yes Aiden am only yours, please am sorry," I breathlessly say hoping he'll stop. 18 years old Melanie is a human girl living with her single mum in the city. Apart from school, she also models. One day her friends invite her to their birthday party and there she learns they are not humans but werewolves. Still confused, their alpha walks to her calling her his mate. Things take a turn for Melanie and strange things start happening to her which leads to big discoveries she could've never imagined. Aiden is the alpha of the Red blood moon pack. Apart from good looks, he's a strong, fierce and ruthless alpha wolf. At 25 years, he's still unmated and it made him lose hope. So what happens when two of his pack members walk into his pack with a human girl who also happens to be his long-awaited mate? Who is the real Melanie? What is her purpose? Is she really human or something else? Join me to find out.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!