Seducing The Mafia Lord

Chapter one Jack

"Cognac, a lot of gin and light ice." The order got out of my mouth without me sparing my stares at the bartender.

"One minute," He wheezed. As I awaits his return with my order. I lowered my gaze, but suddenly lift it up to glance around the bar. The bar was scanty, it wasn't filled up. I darted my gaze to the exit door which also serves as the entrance and saw a young girl walking inside the bar.

The first thing that struck me was her outfit; she seems broken, but her dressing were almost like a slut. She was putting on a deep V mini top, mini skirts with buckle and zippers. Her face was swollen.

I watched her take her seat. My eyes trailed to her revealing thighs, they were hot and appealing from the far distance. "Your order is here." I stretched my hand backwards and grabbed the glass of wine.

With the glass in between the grasp of my fingers. I twirled it around, checking the content within the glass for any sight of pills before gulping it down in a shot. I can't say, but I was staring hard at her.

She craned her neck to glanced around and fortunately, our gaze honed. I draw in my breath through my nose, she was sobbing, and my heart couldn't concentrate any more.

I tried to concentrate on my drinks and not worry about a broken slut who was sobbing over maybe a boyfriend or ... From the distance, her face were visible under the dim light. She had on a pretty red lipstick, "hey yo, she terribly reminds me of someone I'm trying to forget." At the sight of her face and the remembrance, I darted my face away, but her image keeps appearing in my head.

Suddenly, my phone rings, and I've a doubt about my safety when I've seen the caller ID on my phone's. Well, my name is Jack, Jack Royce. A former mafia lord.

After the death of my wife, Emily, I feel completely left in the dark, the light of my eyes were gone from me, I feel my world's shattered. I was going to kill myself because I deem it fit that, there was nothing left for me to tend to.

The Rico gang had used my wife to lure me into a trap. Even when I had fulfilled every of their desire, they still have the nerves to waste her. Anytime I think about her, my strength fails me, my heart throbs. I groaned because of the tumult in my heart.

I was mad at myself, I always laughed at my stupidity. When my wife had die, it dawned on me never to help anyone in need. If anyone was poor, let them be. Don't help them. I was bitten hard by the mouth I fed, nurtured and cares deeply about. It was not my enemies who had caused me to lose my wife, but it was Rico, the boy whom I picked from the street and trained.

Because of his lust for money, fame, and power. He chooses to backstab me by taking the light of my world, which was my eyes (Emily Royce). "Hello," I answered, with my eyes lustfully scanning the timid slut in front of me.

"Boss." Came his voice and I grunted for him to carry on. "Rico, is after you. I heard he sent a spy after you, but I was unable to confirm the identity of the sex he'd send. But I'm 99 percent sure that it's going to be of the female gender. " "be careful, boss." A rustling sound was heard over the line, he was panting like someone who was pursued.

At the mention of a spy, I craned my neck at the broken girl and our gaze get interlocked. My heart jumped, and I crossed my eyes, pretending as if I wasn't staring at her with my phone still tightly wrapped around my ear. I was still listening to the person on the other line when the broken girl had stood up from her seat.

She staggered, hitting hard on the bottles that were placed on her table. The bottles fell off and the shattering sound of it draw the attention of everyone in the bar, they'll turn around, stared and look away.

She dragged her feet such that the sounds emanating from the touch of her shoes were resounding as an echo in the bar. Finally, she stopped at my front, with her half closed eyes. She was trying to control her posture, so she won't fall. She stocked her tongue out,"wrrrr..." She squealed, tilting her head like a toad.

I patiently watch her, at the same time listening to the ongoing conversation from the phone. She stretched forth her hand, sliding the phone off my ear. My face flared up in anger, a longtime fury which I had buried arose in my heart and I feel challenge at her actions.

She shoved the phone to her face and yelled,"who the hell were you talking to over the line?" As if her yelling weren't enough, she throws up right on my face. "Why do you keep staring at me? Are you also going to date and dump me, just like he did? Are you going to dump me for my best friend because she was giving you cool cash, doggy style and sucking your fucking cock because I was too tired?" I stayed quiet, diverting my gaze to the throw up in my body.

"Fucking slut!" I cursed within my breath but freeze when I heard her whispered,"aren't you going to say something?" I glared up at her, like what the fuck?

She dares to throw up on me, and now she wants me to say something? Something like what? I draw the attentions of the bartender and I see her freaks.

Her legs were wobbling under her feet, she was giving me a seductive stare, trailing her finger to the middle of her boobs. What's she trying to do?

Chapter 2

Angie POV

I had walked inside the bar, broken, but not really broken. I'm here to try my luck on my prey. "Jack Royce." To throw the bait at him, maybe he'd fall for it.

I glared at him from the corner of my eyes and sees that he was staring hard at me. I had put on the look of a broken girl. I heard from the spy who was planted in the bar that my prey was around.

I had rushed within 120 secs and finds my dress. Racking my brains for a better moment to have a pretty conversation with him, either through violence or cool chats depending on his aura.

He was a former mafia lord, underestimating him will be my biggest regret. I remember clearly my client words, which were also the organization I was working for. "He killed your father, kill him, but don't allow your emotions to blow up the whole operations. Fucking this off, will..." He stopped halfway, smirking at me. "I guess you know." Yeah, I know. Apart from the fact that this prey killed my father and I wanted to kill him, there's a hostage whose life of hers and her baby is based on my victory.

Now, I was sitting down, and he was staring. Rolling his eyes at my thighs. I darted my gaze to him, and it honed with his. He was huge, broad chest, light brown curls hair, thicker arched eyebrows, sharp jaw and a straight pointed nose.

His gaze was transfixed at me, my heart jumped for a moment. He was glancing at me and also was on a phone call. What if he was calling someone to come mark my face and runs a background check on me?

I was so curious that I couldn't help but to staggered on my feet and pushed off the bottles that were neatly placed on the table. The sounds from the shattered glass attracts the attention of everyone who were present in the bar. Even though, the bar was scanty. I wasn't surprised because today was Monday.

Oh, God!! I was at his front, I was pretending to be drunk, and he was just staring at me. I grabbed the phone off his ear and glance at the screen. The screen light was off, so I asked weird questions. "Who the hell were you talking to over the phone? Why do you keep staring at me?" I screamed at him to trigger his anger, but he was calm as the dark ocean. His face was scaring and yet unreadable.

I intentionally throw up on him, but he was just too calm, and I felt my heart melt for him. He had drawn the attention of the bartender, and I was so scared that I might've blowed the whole operations.

I dipped the tip of my finger in my mouth, trailing it down the straight line between my breasts. He turned, and our eyes met, he lost control because I was giving him a seductive smile and stare.

"Hey boy, I'm not going to give this to you." I shoved his cellphone to his face and pulled down my mini skirts, I watched him stare at me while I buried his phone inside my pants.

He rolled his eyes at me, infuriated at my actions, he took a deep breath and sits his asshole on the fucking bar stool. "You want to get it, get me drunk and fuck with me tonight with my cries serving as substitute for a jockey play." He never said anything, the signal for the bartender who in turn comes with Jack and coke, whiskey.

He uncorked the wine and pour them in a glass cup, offering me one of the cups. I took it from him and gulped it down within a shot. His gaze never left the drinks in his hand.

There was an absolute silence between us, by the time I'd try to clear my throat, I realized we had downed a whole bottle of whiskey, with two glasses of Jack. I felt uneasy on the inside, his handsome looks were quenching the revenge in my heart, making me want to forget about the assignment.

I tried to stop myself from drooling over him, but could help it. I asked for his name, he told me without hiding anything. "Jack Royce, a gym instructor. You mind knowing my address or want to get laid in an open place?" His jokes were mostly like a warning. I was do curious in knowing his house, but who knows of the trap he'd have set Tor me since he was on the line and was staring at me.

"Your address? That sounds funny. Look whatever, I do not wished to know your house but..." I rolled out my tongue, licking the bottom of my lip. I licked the glass tip with my tongue with my eyes glued on him all the way.

"I want to get laid by you over the night, hope I haven't asked for too much?"

"Quickie? Long hour? Minutes? Or over the night?"

"Over the night." I chimed, not giving him the chance to say any other thing. He let out a faint groaned and said, "I don't bury my cock around in some fucking pussy."

"You know I last longer on the bed and I like it raw. Once I'm fucking with you, you aren't permitted to sleep around, will you be able to abide by these rules?" Fucking crazy, we aren't couples. I was going to scream this at him but, thank star, he's catching the bait.

So with sex, I'll be able to take this idiot out of the way. He's naughty, what does he mean by; he lasts on the bed?

****

Once we get into the hotel room, I was in before him. He was trying to lock the door while I was walking towards the bed. He suddenly grabbed me by my arms, dragging me backwards so that my ass was pressing hard against his hard, erected cock.

Oh gosh, he really has a huge cock, I felt my honeypot vibrating at his scents. He brought his mouth closer to my napes and I felt goosebumps. His hot breaths were fanning against my flesh.

My legs wobbled at his instant touch, his fingers finding their place to my thong, sliding it apart. On the process of doing that, he was planting kisses on my napes. He suddenly stopped kissing and dragged his finger to the center of my honeypot, rubbing gently on the entrance, I was fighting the urge to moan.

"Ouch..." I moaned out when I couldn't bear the pleasure anymore. His tongue was running on my nape, he was licking and sucking on it profusely. At a time, he will stop and lick on it, but then he'd continue to suck like a kid who was sucking his mother breasts. The feeling was something else, I feel better, I feel like having more of him.

I whimpered under his grasp, he was sucking slowly on my nape with one of his fingers finding it way inside my honeypot. "Oh gosh..." I drawled.

I whirled back so that we could see each other, but he yanked my hair and pushed me forth. "Oh, please kiss me." I squeaked in a shaky voice, trying to keep my balance. I was feeling drowsy because my legs were shaking.

He never stopped, rather, he added extra two fingers to the first one making it three thick fingers in my cunt. I love that, I love how he'd do a "come in signs." In my cunt and then straightening back his fingers. "I'm not done with you, slut." He mumbled, his voice sending me to wonderland.

He pushed me forward with my face down on the bed while he raised my ass up. He had my hands brought to my back under his fierce hold. I was going to choke when I had to raise my head up, so I could breathe. He begins to sniff on my cunt, using his tongue in circling my sensual spot. "Oh please." I cried.

"Tell me why you've to choose me despite the number of men present at the bar?" His questions make me heart to skipped faster. This was it, he had turned me on and finally trying to torture me by sliding in his cock.

"Talk or I leave." He ordered. This was serious than I had imagined. I want him, I really wants him inside of me. I might talk. "Wait!"

Chapter 3

When she had offered me sex, I know something was suspicious about her. Even though I haven't had sex over a period of seven years. I know I was going to break the fucking rules today.

I'm going to show it to her. She saw me like a slut, and I'll pretty treats her like one. I'm bent over heels in knowing how long she last on bed. I will fuck with her until she runs away from me. One thing I've told her, "I don't have money to give to you, but I'll be fucking you for free." She accepted without further thinking.

One thing must kill a man. I don't fucking care if she was the spy that was sent after me by Rico. I will always relay my hatred for Rico through sex with her. Since she was the middleman, and she has offered sex, then she should be ready to be my guest.

When we got into the hotel room, and she was trying to walk to the bed, I had grabbed her by her arms, dragging her closer to me. I ensure that her soft ass were pressing hard against my huge cock. I wanted her to knows that.

I exhale such that the hotness of my breath were fanning against the flesh of her bare skin. I sniffed on her nape and the scents emanating from there get me intoxicated.

She smells nice like my dead wife, I feel guilty for cheating on her even though she was dead for a long time. Damn, I tried. I've never get close to any woman over the past seven years.

I trailed my hand down to her waist, pressing on them hardly. She was whimpering like a jelly fish. After some minutes, I slide my fingers to her V shape, dragging my hand to her thong. I slide the thong apart, rubbing on her sensual spot, her sensual spot was as wet and slippery as an eel fish. Her cunts were dropping juices. I would have love to suck, drink and lick on them, but one step at a time.

I was licking on her nape, sucking on them roughly when she tried to turn around and plant a kiss on my lip, I yanked her hair and pushed her forth. I stopped sucking faster, now at a slower pace, I run my tongue on her nape, dipping my fingers in her cunt.

I was fingering her cunt faster while my tongue runs slowly on her nape, she was giving a loud moan. At a time, I added another finger, fingering her slowly while I was sucking faster on her nape, she jaundered and tried to break loose from my grasp, but hell no! She won't be able to do that.

I added another finger to the existing two fingers, bringing my tongue to her ears, I sucked on her ear, she was gasping for breath. I bite on her ear, and she gives a weird chuckle.

"Oh, please fuck me," She squealed, and I pushed her forward.

"I'm not done with you yet." I buried her face in the bedsheets and raised her ass up, her two hands were locked against each other. I glance around for signs of ropes.

I begin to sniffed on her cunt, her cunt were trembling at the touch of my nose. She was grunting, trying to break loose from my grips. "Tell me why you've to choose me despite the number of men present at the bar?" she never answered, I guess she was trying to look for answers.

"Talk or I leave." I snarled. I know I've driven her on to the point of climax. She wouldn't want me to leave. I was going to leave her and look for rope to tied up her hands when I heard her screamed, "wait!"

"I picked you because I know you're going to be a great fuck. Now fuck me and makes to forget about my fucking boyfriend." That sounds like an order, I chuckled, and a slight grin appears on my cheeks.

I finally find a cable wire, I dragged it and cut it off with my mouth. She was trying to nip at me. "Don't move." I warned with my deep voice, and she obliged at once. When I got to her side, I tied her hands behind her back, pressing her head down in the sheet.

She was shuddering and moaning non-stop when my finger hits and caressed her sensitive spot which makes her to whimper. I circled my fingers around her sensual spot, forcing the lips apart. I spat inside, sucking back my spit.

I twirled her around and pulled off my pant while her eyes bulged out, "you've got a big rod down there, are you confident that is going to fit in?" She questioned.

"Watch." I replied, leaning close to her. I sat on her face with my cock deeply penetrated in her throat, my face was on her pussy. Her pussy has a light hair on the sides.

I start to lick on them, spreading the pussy lips apart. I sucked on them until she couldn't moan again. That was the plan, to make her speechless, breathless, choked. She was wriggling with her mouth twitched in pleasure. I was fucking her throat deeply, I pulled and makes her to suck the tip of my cock.

"Suck the hole in there." I ordered and she grabbed that. She was sucking the whole in my cock, and I was sucking her hole, thrusting my fingers in there at a fast pace.

I pulled out my cock and squeezed my balls into her mouth. I was fucking deep, not caring whether she was breathing fine or not. "Slut." I called, but there was no response.