Seduced By The Mafia King

Tonight I am in the same place I find myself every night. A place between excitement and danger. Where you live on the edge of pleasure, of pure adrenaline that flows through your veins. I love every minute of the thrill. I did not get to be here by playing safe or obeying the rules that society sets.

Do I desire this lifestyle? Absolutely yes.

So I sit and stare over the masses of people filling every corner of the room. This is such a cliché, a man like me sitting in such a familiar place as this. Well, here is where I thrive; here is where I rule. But my power goes beyond these doors, far into the city and beyond the state.

Hunter King shall be a name that you say softly over your lips, for if I catch you not respecting one syllable that flows from your mouth, you shall find yourself at the bottom where daylight does not flow.

Tonight as with every other, I find myself surrounded by more women than I possibly feel comfortable with. Now there are the women you see at the club, and then you get the real women beyond these walls. The former has only one use, and that is one I frequent very often when I feel somewhat frustrated or nearly overstressed, which is practically the majority of times.

But the sad fact of the whole situation is that this bad boy shall not get a minute with one of those real women. It is not that I do not desire them; they do not show interest in someone who lives on the edge of danger, but most of all, a man covering his body in ink.

I am very frustrated as I find my way to wander through the masses; I believe that tonight it shall be that perky blonde that has had her eyes on me for the past several minutes. So with the utmost confidence, not that it is required, I make my way through the crowd. Then as I am just about to reach my destination, I feel someone walking smack bang into my sculpted chest.

The impact is so hard, the poor girl utter only but one word.

"Ouch."

A group of men forces themselves past us at the very moment, which causes her to push even harder into my body.

The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, something beyond what I have ever experienced with a woman before.

I softly moan deep in my chest; this is something I want. I want this girl, not just now, but I can find myself getting lost in her over and over again. And my first instinct is to run my hands over her waist and resting them at the small of her back, but as I find my hands trail the way, her expose skin melts by only my touch. If I was not captivated before, then I truly am now.

But as soon as I rest my hand just above would possibly is the tightest ass I would ever feel in my life, then out of nowhere, the flat of her hand comes crashing into my cheek. And as she speaks, her angel voice peeks the very thing that had me coming down here in the first place.

"Let me go, you creep."

"Well, I have been called a few things, but I can honestly say that creep is not one of them."

Now what this girl does not know is that Hunter King does not let go so easily, so I pull her closer once again, and surprisingly she does not push me away from her.

"Please come sit with me?"

"What makes you think I want to?"

She waves her finger up and down my body, "What makes you think I want to come to sit with this?"

"I can see it in those deep blue eyes."

And just for a brief moment, my sugarcoated words bring a rosy color to those already burning cheeks. Then beyond what I can ever imagine, she pulls me closer to her once again. I feel seven sensations of pleasure as her long delicate fingers find their way underneath the buttons of my black designer shirt. She runs her nails over every inch of my rippled abs. That frustration has now hit an all-time high, and high is what I want to find myself in every corner of her body.

Then she softly whispers in my ear, "You have a better chance at kissing a frog."

I cannot help but chuckle at her; now there is the first of a string of problems; Hunter King does not chuckle. This girl has been in my presence for only a few minutes, and she has me to my knees.

I lean closer until my breath is lingering on the tips of her ear, "Consider yourself a frog then."

Well, if I thought she would slap me there and then, she turns her head to face me. Those deep cherry lips are so close to me that with only but one wink, I would claim those lips.

"Well, I am not your type of frog then."

Oh, she is my type of frog. She exquisite; she needs to understand that she has now unknowingly become everything I desire; she is mine; she belongs to Hunter King. If not tonight, then tomorrow or even after then, she shall come to sit with me.

"Then tomorrow, tomorrow, come swim in my pond; I promise you I shall act like a gentleman."

"Hunter King, a gentleman, that will be the day."

I get the biggest smirk on my face, she knows who I am, yet she has chosen to stay in my presence for more than five minutes. And the fact that she has not let go of my waist tells me that she also feels this heat between our bodies.

Then as she realizes that her body is still tightly pressed against mine, she slowly steps away. I immediately feel the void that she leaves behind.

She looks at me and studies me from tip to toe. Maybe a bit too long to make me feel comfortable.

"It was a pleasure walking into you. In any way, I must be off."

Her words are not even cold, and she is gone. I watch as she elegantly disappears off into the crowd. She knows that I am still staring, so she sways those hips, and god does she do it with a purpose; the only purpose is to create an even larger ache that won't be scratched tonight.

But this is not happening, she is not getting away so easily, so I push through into the direction she left. I catch a glimpse of her just as she exits. If I do not get to her now, she shall be gone to me forever. So as I step outside, I see her taking the corner to go into the alley behind the club.

What is such a beauty going into an alley for?

Well, I shall soon find out as I am starting to catch up to her, and once I have closed the gap, I call after her.

"You should not be walking the alleys; there are a lot of creeps that hang out here."

"The only creep is you."

"Now I thought I was a frog?"

"Whichever one, you still ugly."

"Can ugly then do this?"

I step one step closer to her and slowly drive that gorgeous body back into the wall. I pin her gently between my arms, not being able to keep the words at bay; I say what I have desired to say to her that very moment that she walked into my chest.

"You smell sweeter than honey; I bet you taste far better."

I run the edges of my lips softly against her cheek. I hear her breath hitch, and then she softly whimpers my name.

"Hunter."

I run my warm breath slowly over her soft cheek to her deep red velvety lips. They are but only an inch away from touching hers. Then with only one wink, they touch. I cannot help but close my eyes as my senses are filled with the taste of cotton candy.

I can feel her heart rate as it picks up a pace; I have her right where I want her to be. With the utmost confidence that I have her hooked, I step one step away from her body.

"Now, will you come to sit with me tomorrow?"

Tortured bliss is what I felt as she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs.

Somehow I think that it is me that is going to do the begging. I will count the seconds as I patiently wait to explore her body and soul. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be Hunter King's undoing.

So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for her. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if she refuses me. But even if she does, I will not give up until I have her in my arms. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.

And next is me that is scanning the floor from one brunette to the other. There is no sight of her, not even a glimpse. Will disappointment be the feeling that shall define my evening? I do not even wish to have any of these other women to look in my direction.

Then as I rise from my seat, it is when I see her. She is between the crowd swaying her body as the music takes her away to a place where there is nothing but the pleasure teasing your senses. It does not seem like she has any intention to come to me even after I pleaded like a hungry man.

So I find myself moving into the crowd. I sneak up from behind and wrap my arms around her waist. In an instant, she spins on her heels and faces me.

"Oh, look, it is Mr. King. Now to what do I owe this displeasure?"

"I came to help you find your way."

"My way? I guess you are referring to me sitting with you in between all of that," she says as she points to the group of women that surrounded me only but a moment ago.

"They mean nothing to me; they are just a solution to a problem. A problem which I do not hold for any of them."

"Well," she cocks her head with a sneaky smile. "You can go surround yourself with them and find a solution."

I grab hold of her waist once again and pull her deep against the tightness of my body. And there it is, that scent that she carries so well. I take a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger, yet another scent to pleasure all my senses.

I nip at my bottom lip and slowly whisper, "Does your entire body smell so intoxicating?"

"Well, Mr. King, that is something that you will never know."

I love every single rejection that she throws in my path; it only fuels my determination. A determination that gently nudges her chin between my fingers. And if all at once, she stops breathing and the crowd disappears, it is her and me alone.

Slowly with each breath, with each inch of a second, I pull her deep cherry lips closer to mine. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but she lets it rest against my pounding heart. As she studies my eyes, I reflect back into hers; there are so many emotions swirling around in them.

Then, I claim her lips in a gentle touch, nothing but my lips resting on hers. Just before I pull away, I nibble at her bottom lip. I feel as her body trembles. I have achieved what I have intended.

"Now, will you come to sit with me?"

She takes a few hesitating moments before she catches her breath, "As I said before, you are not my type."

"Oh, princess, you are; you just don't know it."

"I am not your princess."

"At least give me your name."

She smiles, and the sexiest dimples play at the corner of her mouth. "My name does not deserve to spill from your mouth. I don't know where it has been."

"I know where I would like it to roam."

"The only thing roaming is my body as I walk away from you."

Just then, she steps back and leaves my body cold. I reach out to pull her close; I want to feel the raging fire between us. She is about to make an elegant exit. "Will you be here tomorrow night?"

"Are you going to throw yourself at me again?"

"Princess, you will know if I am throwing myself at you, and this is not it."

"Well, Mr. King, I have absolutely no desire to have yourself thrown at me. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go scrub myself; just being in your company makes me feel dirty."

And then she is gone.

With a disappointed but rather strangely satisfied heart, I make my way back upstairs. There waiting for me is Mason, my second in command. By the stupid smile on his face, I know that he has watched every moment of my encounter.

"Now, take that stupid smirk off your face, or I will gladly do it."

He bursts into a rumble of laughter, "It seems that you have a new obsession. Who is she?"

"That, my dear friend, I do not know. But all I do know is that I am in love."

"Now I will be damned, Hunter King has a heart."

He hands me a whiskey, and I take a seat next to him. It only takes half a minute, and they are flocking. With much irritation, I blonde makes her way to get comfortable on my lap. Not having to think twice, I gently push her to the side. But just as I try to rid myself of her, I see my beauty down in the crowd again. Our eyes lock, she shakes her head. And with that, she is gone again.

I rush after her in absolute haste; once again, she makes her way down the alley. I catch up to her in only a few giant leaps and gently lay my hand on her shoulder. "Please stop running away from me."

"What? You want me to run into your arms. Well, just a moment ago, they were rather busy."

"It is not what you think."

"Then do explain to me, how is it satisfying to have a different woman every night locked into your arms?"

"It is not. It is lonely and fills a gap for only but a few minutes."

"But is that not who Hunter King is. Any woman that finds herself in your presence is bound to have her heartbroken."

"Please," I reach out my arm, trying to pull her back into that moment that we shared on the dance floor. "There is something about you; there is something that draws me, like a moth to a flame. I stand a better chance to get broken."

"You are so full of yourself. Do you for one minute think I believe those sweet words that come from your mouth. You live for danger; you live to conquer. Well, you are not climbing this mountain."

"Then do answer this, why have you not pushed me away. Every time I have come to you, you are just as drawn to this danger that I present."

"Maybe I too like playing games. See, my heart has been scorned far too many times. Men like you are the reason why a woman like me do not want commitment."

Then, for the oddest reason, I feel a sting, a suffocating grip on my heart. It feels as if there is no air flowing to my lungs. Is this what it feels like to get rejected, to be pushed away? Is this what it feels like getting hurt?

Feeling somewhat defeated, I bid her a farewell. I know that only for now, only for this moment, I will back away. Come tomorrow night, I will try again, and if I do not succeed, I shall keep on trying. She has stirred an emotion that feels exhilarating, it is like adrenaline that speeds through my veins. Yes, I am a moth to a flame, a moth that is going to get burned and, by all means, burn me over and over again.

With a last glance, she disappears off into the darkness of the night. As I turn to go out the alley, I hear her call after me. "It is Raven."

Raven, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mind. I have not seen the beauty that captivates my soul for what shall now be the third night in a row. The irises of my now bleeding eyes have scanned the floor endlessly for her return, yet she has made no appearance. This settles a rather deep worry in my heart, have I scared the fragile delicate angel that she is away?

This shall be one of the many things that Hunter King is so known for, I cannot and have never been able to keep the same woman on my arm for much longer than a week at the most. It is not that I have never desired such a thing, I am simply not capable of commitment in any way or form. Now give me the power of the most feared man in this state and beyond, then I gladly show you my commitment beyond compare. Place a beauty on my arm and tell me to desire the one thing I do not know how to have, then I fail rather spectacularly.

Though, if I do reflect back to our last encounter, she did truly tell me which way from the bus I should find myself leaving from. But if I had offended her completely in such a manner, why would she have given me her name. Then also, how would I know for sure that it is indeed her real name as she said?

But all I can say with much certainty is that I have not been able to control my emotions, let alone my business. I have neglected to stay focus long enough to do the simplest of tasks. My attention is required as a matter of point at all times, if I should ever let my eye wander or my finger slip, it can possibly mean the end of me and the empire that I run. Now empire is putting what Hunter King does as a sugar-coated word on top of something that can easily scorch your tongue should you do desire to speak of it.

So it is with great sadness that I now take my eyes from the dance floor and turn my attention to Mason, which is now about to make a rather annoyingly yet true observation, "My dear friend, I do not think she is going to come tonight either."

"Well, thank you for stating the obvious, but I do wish that she can prove both of us wrong."

He hands me a whiskey and shifts closer to me not for the rest of the ears to drop in for a listen, "We need to discuss what we are going to do with Antoni. The man is becoming an increasing thorn in our side, and I can add that he is becoming out of control."

As I take a deep sip of the cold whiskey from the chilled glass, I thorough my brows and pinch the bridge of my nose as the mere thought of the consequences of this action settle in my mind. "You do know this will start a full-on war if you are suggesting what I believe you are."

Mason scans the crowd surrounding us, being rather cautious that our words are not heard, then he continues, "I am advising you, as your second in command I am telling you of the current situation as it stands with Antoni. I do agree with you where we will stand, or let me rather rephrase, there will be a big ripple in the pond should we go with what seems to be the only resolution to this."

I only bud nod my head, he does speak the valid truth and even though I do wish to make my authority known, there are some wars you just don't choose to fight.

And as these thoughts run through both our minds, some of the rest of my crew arrives as per as usual. Instantly the group of strangers made their way to the other side of the section as we have now once again taken control. This is what Hunter King loves, you catch a glimpse of a man that works for me, and you will look the other way. For me, the presence of others around me only become bothersome when I find myself highly furious and in the need of much desire privacy, which I can say does not happen very often.

So as I listen to the chatter of Nolan, the one that is far more popular amongst the ladies, I cannot help but chuckle. Yes, I still do that ungodly thing, and every time I do I swim in warm thoughts of Raven. The smell of her soft skin attacks my memories for a glimpse of what I felt when she made me feel that every emotion, that very thing that causes such a silly laugh to come rumbling from the depths of your chest.

And I can in all honesty say the words that flow from this man's mouth does sometimes put me to shame. At the very moment, he is describing the ass of a brunette that is slowly swaying her hips to a torturing sway from side to side, dropping her body to the floor with every breath she takes. His words only but gets no rise from me, yet I do listen, "Boss, imagine a peach just before it becomes ripe, imagine the tightness and yet the smoothness. It slips elegantly over your hand and you so wish that it was ready that you could sink your teeth into it."

"My god, Nolan, fuck you will give any man a hard-on with that. Where is this girl with an ass that has you using such elegant words?"

I see him point over Mason's head to a brunette that is swaying one fucking gorgeous body in the middle of the crowd. And damn, the man is right, that ass deserves to be called a peach, a peach..." I turn back to Nolan and give him one rather hard slap against the head. "You fucking idiot, that is my girl."

"Shit sorry boss, must I go call her for you?"

"Nah, I think I will surprise her."

With one confident smile on a face that can barely hold it, I make my way downstairs into the crowd. Now, this is becoming a regular thing for Hunter King, what else is becoming regular is the thing my heart does whenever I see her. I love the rush of the tingles of pleasure that my eyes bring whenever I lay them on her.

And god, laying them on her now is earning me a rather aching bulge in my pants which I have no desire to even hide at the present moment. Now, this is done for only two reasons, first the obvious of just seeing her, the second being that whatever it is that she is wearing, is sending my heart racing in only but one way. I believe they call it hotpants, well, believe me, they are hot, they are on fucking fire. Though let us not forget the tiny crop-top that she is wearing, giving my eyes the full view of that toned stomach that is only but glowing in the bright lights that cast down onto her.

This girl is mine.

So not having to wait one more second being apart from her, I stride my way over to her nonchalantly. She cannot see my desperation even though it has been eating me up for two full days now. I think I would have simply died if I had to spend another night without her in my sight.

Then with absolute raw desire, I slip my body behind that peachy ass and grab tightly onto that toned stomach until every inch of my body melts into her. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. But I am as always sadly mistaken, for the minute the music stops, she turns around and snaps at me.

"Well Mr. King, I see you are about to come to throw yourself at me again."

"I have not even started yet princess."

"I do believe I told you that my name is Raven."

"Still makes you my princess, now will you and your friend care to join us upstairs."

I watch as very eager eyes glow in her friend's face, and I can with certainty say that tonight is the night that she will come.

"This is my sister Ava, and I am sure that she would find sitting with you and your friends rather appalling."

But much to her own disgust her sister speaks up before she can object, "Yes, I would love to. Now Raven can stay down here if she likes."

There is a little flip in my heart as I can see the possibility growing much closer now, and just as I am about to try to convince her, she speaks, "Well, I am not leaving my little sister between those vultures."

With that every bone in my body screams with total victory, tonight is the night that I will have Raven to myself.