Mafia Don 3: Dangerous Iris

Cinderella drinks her vodka and scans the club. She's been here for an hour but hasn't found any prospect who might be willing to have an*l sex. Yes, she only let jerks use her butth*le for pleasure.

Pigs like them don't deserve to use her gate to heaven. She'll never get fooled by men. Not ever again! It's their turn to go crazy about her. That's what they all deserve.

She decided to stay for another 30 minutes if no one could catch her attention. She'll use vibr*tor before she goes to bed. A moment later.

"Hi, sweetie," a man says, sitting next to the vacant chair beside her.

She's sitting at the bar counter. She smiled. The moment she saw his bulge. He is the one she's waiting for. "Hi, darling," she utters, smiling as charmingly as possible.

"Oh... your voice was as spicy as you," he says, then checks me out.

She wasn't surprised by what he did. Men always do that anyway. "Thank you. Well... you've got company or what?" she asks. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Why? Are we going somewhere?" he says.

At least he's not stupid. She raises her feet and gently caresses his feet. He smirks. "Drinks on me," he offered. She knew it.

Men are nothing but pigs! As usual, she drags these men into this club's private room. At first, he was surprised that she only wants an*l sex and he can fuck me there for three times, but no penetration in that hole.

He seems to agree. Cindy was the one who put on the condom, and it's from her purse. She always has some, as she doesn't trust their condoms.

He rides on her, and he's good when it comes to thrusting and moving deeply. Cindy enjoyed those three rounds, and then they parted like strangers.

He leaves first while she stays to clean her fucking self. He already paid for the room anyway. As she walks on the stairs and is ready to leave, a man passes through her who was heading to the bar counter.

She looks back and bites her lower lip. He smells so fucking good. He's also tall, and even if she can only see his back, she knows he's something.

For the first time, her flower twitches. She turned around and decided to go back and follow that man. Good thing that when he sits, there's a vacant chair on his left side.

She's glad the third bar counter is where she bumps into that man she had sex with. He was fucking gorgeous! His tight and perfect jawline was damn!

His full lips, they look so kissable... His long lashes and thick eyebrows match his amber eyes that can make you melt and wet as soon as he looks at you.

His nose was regal, as if he were a prince from another country. But if he does, it will be her first time to taste royalty. That would be fun. She looks at the bartender.

"Gin tonic." He smiled. "Coming right up," he says.

She keeps her eyes on him using her peripheral vision. He grabs his phone and calls someone. Cinderella hopes it's not his wife, girlfriend, or fiancé. If it's a mistress, then she can be his fling.

"Hello, Gael? Have you checked the link I sent you?"

Oh... She hopes he's not gay and he's just calling a guy friend. It would be a waste! She heard gorgeous men are the new gay nowadays. She hopes he's not one of them because, damn! Her fantasy will shatter right here!

That would be a waste! She secretly checks his pants. Shit! That bulk! She gulps and sips the gin and tonic as soon as it is served. Damn! He will surely reach places that can make me roll my eyes in pleasure.

"Obviously. Why would I send a link of porn to you, bastard? Check the links right away, or else I'll beat the hell out of you. Fix the error!" he roars in a low and controlled voice.

He was frowning after and seems to be mad. "Will you stop checking on me, miss?" he grunted. Giving her that stern and irritated face.

Her brow arches. What a grumpy lad he is! She laughs. "Are you sure about that?" she replied with a hint of mockery in her tone.

Cinderella is not someone whom he can intimidate easily. "Really?" he plainly replied.

"If you're horny, go and fuck someone else," he added.

She knows her cheeks show what shade of pink it is. She scoffs. "Says by a man who was a pig himself," Cinderella replied. If he thinks I'm afraid of him? Nunca! In his damn dreams!

"Ohh? So, gay?" she stated plainly, teasing him and annoying him as well.

"Is this how teens play their games nowadays? Chasing sugar daddies?" he asks, looking at her from head to toe.

The way his gaze runs through me. It makes her feel hot, as if it's his fingers that he used to caress her. She can feel her underwear getting dampened. What the f*ck! "Tss. Well, I won't be surprised if you become one," she talks back.

Cindy knows that hit his ego. She can see through his reaction even if she's facing the shelves of alcohol. Good thing that the bartender was busy mixing drinks on the right end side of the bar counter.

"Are you just here to annoy me more? Because you succeed on that one, bitch," he cursed. She sticks her middle finger up and faces him.

"You started it, old man. Don't blame me," she asserts, showing him that she won this word war between them. "Who did you call old?" he grunted. She smirks and sticks out her tongue.

She left some bills and purposely jumped off her chair to land on his side. "It's okay. Andropause was normal, old man..." she mumbled, mocking him completely.

Cinderella laughs a little and taps his shoulder. She walked away, and her expression turned mad. The truth is, she's damn mad!

'He's a fucking hot ten, but I hate his arrogance! Ugh!'

She paves her way out of this exclusive and expensive bar. Good thing she parked a little close to the exit on their left side. She grabs her car key and is ready to press the button when someone grabs her arms and slams her on her own car!

"Who the fuck!" Cindy roars. Jet black hair, mad and cold eyes lethally staring at her. He's ready to rip off her head from her neck. That's how dangerous his aura is! Shit!

This part of the parking lot was a little dim, and the cars around us were clearly empty! She has to act out. If she guesses it right, she hits something in this stranger's ego that she shouldn't.

Cinderella feels guilty and nervous about the consequences of her actions. "Andropause, huh?" he growls madly.

She didn't show that she was scared and was panicking right now. "Huh? Mad that much? Are you that affected, oldie? I was just telling the truth. You're nothing but a sugar daddy to teens. Back off, asshole," Cindy calmly and coldly asserts.

He scoffed and tried to control his anger. She hopes he'll just fucking leave! Her knees are getting soft. She might fall at any moment now.

"Such a filthy mouth!"