Twisted Loyalties

"Are you being serious, right now?"

Drake's voice boomed across the duplex as he had a heated argument with his father. Morris .

He hated the words coming out of his father's mouth. He was visibly angry, his eyebrows furrowed.

Trying to calm down, he rubbed his templates and took deep breaths.

"Dad,look, I'm a lord now. I'm capable of making my own damn decisions. I already have tons of ladies at my neck and call"

His voice was calmer, yet sprinkled with a pang of frustration.

Morris shook his head slowly. His face evident of indifference. In a cold tone, his father spoke.

" Just because you are the leader of an elite Mafia doesn't mean you are capable of thinking right"

Morris stroked his beard and continued in an even tone.

" For Christ's sake, don't be so stupid, Drake. The blind date is tomorrow. Either you act like a smart person or leave the elites. The choice is yours"

With that, Morris stood up and made for the door. His steps casual. As he was about to leave , he said in a soft tone,

"Do not fail me, Drake "

Drake watched him leave in silence. His anger, subsiding. Of course, he didn't want to disappoint his father, but he could not stoop as low as to marry a poor girl who might never even satisfy him in any way.

Perplexed and disturbed , he took a walk on the cold streets of Brooklyn. His entourage trailing behind him like a flock of sheep.

Drake walked majestic. His head held up high as though he was the most important and relevant person on earth. That's what he thought. Ever so proud.

As he walked in long strides, female seductive eyes scaled his muscular frame. He exchanged glances with a few ladies occasionally, giving them smirks and winks.

While he adjusted his coat , a young lady bumped into him. Drake looked at her and was awestruck.

Her curves , natural. She was big breasted, her hips wide and her waist small. The perfect hourglass.

Her face gleaned with youthful shimmers. Her emerald eyes glowing in the sun, despite the cold weather.

Drake grinned and adjusted his coat. Never had he seen such beauty. He was about to speak, when the lady interrupted.

"Are you blind? You nearly knacked me over"

Drake smiled. This was not the first time a lady snapped at him.

"I'm sorry, my love. I was distracted by your glow'.

Drake smirked seductively at the lady. Her face transitioned to a frown. He continued.

"Let's start over"

Drake, looking at her rich , stylish clothes assumed she was a prostitute. With that thought in mind , he placed his hand on her lower back.

Wham!

The sound came immediately. Drake was red in the face as a faint hand print was plastered on his right cheek. He got angry, the entourage watching

'You foolish shut! Have you lost your..."

In an instant, another slap came crashing down on his face. The lady flared up.

'Boy, you did not just call me a slot! Do I look like your flipping mother?"

Drake was about to hit her, but was held back by his entourage. Carefully, they led him back to his solid gold mansion.

The next day, Drake was still pissed off greatly at the lady's reaction.

He got in his slick, black sports car and drove steadily to the luxury restaurant.

Drake sat at a table , waiting for the lady that he was expected to marry . Then a woman walked to the table and sat down,

.

Drake's eyes widened in shock.

Drake sat still and tensed. His eyes glued on the lady in front of him, seated calmly possessing all the radiant natural beauty that life offered her.

He gaped at her, his expression suddenly changing as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and annoyance as he beheld the lady who bumped into him yesterday.

"Is this some kind of sick, twisted joke? There is absolutely no way in hell that I am going to marry you."

The lady who goes by the name, Carol sat calmly , looking steadily at Drake. She brushed aside his comment and said,

My name is Carol Roosevelt. I was sent here by your father, Morris Donovan. "

Drake leaned back on his chair. After a while he said,

" This won't work for me. Not a chance"

At that instant, Drake remembered his father advising him not to let him down. Taking a long deep breath, he comforted himself. He didn't want to but he had to.

Carol said indifferently,

"Don't get this twisted, Drake. I don't want to marry you either, but I made a promise in which I must fulfill. "

Drake smiled and leaned closer.

"Are you a virgin, Carol?"

Having a sense of calmness, she answered,

"Yes, I am."

Drake laughed long and loud, attracting the attention of people in the restaurant. Carol narrowed her eyes at him , feeling uneasy. He abruptly stopped laughing, but the smiling aftermath left on his face.

"Like a slut could ever be a virgin. You amuse me, Carol. Now, what's your body count?"

Carol glared at him. A frown creeping into her face. She spat out angrily,

"Don't you ever call me that again. I haven't slept with anyone and I'll be damned if I let sorry asses like yourself put me down."

Drake smiled, clearly amused by her anger.

"Is that so? I think I am starting to like you. I have never seen a girl so fiesty...and I've seen a lot of girls. "

Carol looked at him, silent. Her expression turning to normal. Drake cocked his head to the side and looked at her green, emerald, cat eyes, saying,

"I have a nickname for you. I'll call you...Emerald "

Carol forced a smile, " That is a lovely nickname. "

Drake took a deep breath and stated,

"Alright, if we are going to get married, then you should know a few things about me. My name is

Drake Danavon. I am a Mafia leader. The name of the Mafia is Hounds. "

Carol nodded, paying rapt attention. He continued,

"I have a lot of secrets...dark secrets that will make your skin crawl. Understand?"

Carol nodded , saying, " Then it's official "

She stretched out her hand for a shake to seal it all.

Drake looked at her hand hesitantly and shook her firmly. He felt her warmth as she felt his.

"Then, it is a done deal. We will get married. "

With that, Carol got up and made for the door.

Drake's eyes were glued to her buttocks. It was huge, round and succulent, rippling with each step. Drake licked his lips lustfully. Then , he took out his phone about to take a picture but she already left.

Meanwhile, Carol's father, Angelo was seated with two of his Mafia members. They were in a highly furnished room, with a golden chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. Angelo trumped his fingers on the couch he was seated on and begun.

"Now that my daughter is going to get married to that asshole, Drake, I will exact my revenge. Although she doesn't know what my true intentions are yet."

Angelo takes a deep breath and continues,

" He will surely pay for killing my wife. The love of my life. I will make sure his life becomes so hellish."

The Mafia members nod approvingly. One of them, sipping a glass of Vodka. The other lighting a cigarette. Angelo stared ahead and grinned anticipating the doom that will fall on Drake and his family for their past sins and offences towards him. Offences that are unforgettable.

His true intentions was to use Carol to torture him in the days of their marriage. Unknowing to him that Carol wouldn't stoop so low to exact revenge on anybody. Even if she would not want to do such, even knowing that Drake murdered her mother, she would not do it. Either way, she did not know and Angelo was not going to tell her anything soon.

As Angelo and two of his top Mafia members in ranking had their meeting, Carol stepped inside. She walked with her naturally calm demeanour and kissed her father on the forehead, not minding the other two men that watched her closely, admiring her hourglass figure, while drinking and smoking.

"Do you have a moment?" she inquiried "There is something I would like to discuss with you"

Angelo looked at her slightly confused. Slowly, he got up and followed her to another room for some privacy.

What is the matter, Carol?" He asked as he closed the door behind them.

She took a deep breath and looked squarely at him.

"Dad, I have arranged a wedding date with him, Drake and I will be getting married in two days"

Angelo nodded in approval and smirked. He moved closer and gave her a warm, fatherly hug. He was not only excited for revenge, but was also a bit guilty having to use his only daughter for such petty reasons. He withdraw and looked into her emerald coloured eyes.

"My little bumble bee, I am so happy for you. I have been waiting for this ever since you were just a little girl."

Carol only smiled and said nothing else to her glad father. Her eyes indifferent.

Coincidentally enough, the day of the wedding came, Drake and gist brides groom stood on stage with matching Luis Vuitton tuxedos. He looked casual, almost nonchalant as though it wasn't his wedding.

Carol walked down the aisle with her father holding her hand . Drake's widened as he saw her father. A frown of realization crept in.

He pushed her to the bed with immediate alacrity. She landed on her back and looked up at him in shock .

Drake?" her voice was low , almost a whisper " "What are you doing?"

Drake got on top and straddled her. A sly grin on his face . She was silent. Her body tensed . He leaned down slightly and his face was centimetres away from her. He looked into her beautiful green eyes, admiring it's perfect due. Her eyes in a cat-like slit.

Drake traced around her eyes and said with a lot of admiration,

"I have never seen anybody with such ...captivating eyes"

She scoffed and he pulled up slightly, raising a brow.

Carol said with a sneer of disbelief in her voice,,

"I bet you have told that to a lot of girls."

She placed a huge emphasis on the word lots while rolling her eyes. Drake chuckled amused at her statement. The chuckle become a loud Burts of laughter.

"Oh , baby you are going to be the death of me"

Drake leaned over and kissed her neck , sending shivers down Carol's spine.

" I mean everything thing I say . I might be a player, but I am not a liar."

Carol shut her eyes, feeling the pleasure of his kisses on her neck.

"You like that?" He asked with a seductive smile.

Carol did not want to admit that she did, so she kept quiet . He chuckled and got off her, going to his closet . He was about to open it, but stopped and turned around to look at her.

"I know this is a stupid question. Do you trust me?"

Carol sat up and looked at him and then the closet. She kept quiet for about ten seconds, thinking long and hard about the question.

" Theoretically, yes " she replied, fidding with the hem of her night dress.

Drake smiled and opened his closet, revealing sex toys. Paddles , whips, riding crops , dildos , ball gags, a helmet , ropes of different sizes , whips plus many more.

Was bewildered at the toys , portraying clear BDSM. Drake was pleased at her expression and took out a whip. Turning to her, he ordered ,

"Strip."

She got up, gaping at him. His expression brooked no disobedience. She was vulnerable and weak.

Slowly and reluctantly, she took off her dress, but left her bra and panties on.

Drake approached her and stopped a few feet away.

"All...I want you completely nude. Don't make me say it again, emerald. "

Nodded Slowly and took off her bra and panties . Drake growled slightly giving her body a predatory look. Her breaststroke were big and up. Lacking any trace of droppiness. Her waist small and with a slender curve . Her hips and buttocks wide and succulent. A perfect body shape.

Drake walked so close to her that as he spoke, she felt the warmness of his breath. He kissed her forehead and cheek. Then, he ordered in a soft , deep growl.

On the bed, Get on your fours."

She did as he asked, rather ordered. She got on her fours and waited for his move . Drake traced the whip softly along her back. Her body tensed.

" Don't be scared, emerald."

Then in that second, he gave her a soft stroke on the back with the whip. She gasped softly and he chuckled, landing a harder stroke.

Carol grunted.

Drake started landing more strokes on her back. Each one harder than the last. She groaned loudly at each stroke . He finally stopped.

"I honestly don't know if you are new to this, Carol. Either way, I'llstop our little game. For today."

Drake walked back to his closet and carefully placed the whip inside and closed it. He walked to the bed and made her lie down on her back. He was on top of her. Their bare chest pressed against each others. He put his face closer and kissed her lips softly. His lips were delicate on hers as they continued kissing. Sexual tension building , the kiss became more passionate.

She held him closer as the kiss became suddenly rough and aggressive. Drake's hand moved to her orbs , squeezing it gently. His fingers squeezed her nipples and she moaned softly into his

He started trailing kisses lower and lower moving to her tummy. She closed her eyes tightly, savouring the feeling that she has never felt before in her whole life.

Drake continued his kissing and reached her vulva . He looked up at her . Her eyes closed as she was waiting and anticipating. Smiling mischievously, he used his tongue on her clitoris . Her eyes opened and widened .

" Oh my God" she said with a gasp.

He continued devouring her vulva slowly and then quickly. Her wetness evident.

"

"I love how wet you are for me" He said with a deep growl hanging in his throat.

He got back to his initial position and kissed her again . She tasted her fluid in his mouth and smiled softly.

"I taste good" Carol remarked, smiling

Drake smiled back.

"Yet, I taste better."

Carol chuckled for the first time since he knew her. The sound like a pleasant melody in his ears. He adored it.

"I can make you feel things that you have not felt before, sweetheart."

He said, in a low tone.

Drake spread her legs wide apart.

A slight fear crept unto Carol's face. He smiled reassuringly. Her face softened, " I trust you."

With that , he unzipped his trousers and entered her. Carol's eyes widened as she let out a choked pained groan.

Drake's penetrating movements were slow and very steady . His thrusts, gentle

She moaned in what sounded like pain and pleasure. Her fists clenching the sheets. Drake kissed her neck and started moving a bit more faster. Her moans grew louder.

His control was slipping. He grabbed her throat firmly, but not enough to choke or suffocate her. His movements became slightly rough and insistent. Her moans and gasps louder each second.

" You are so tight, my little emerald. "

His thrust delved in deeper and deeper untill his cock pounded against her cervix. She was screaming now. Loosing control,. She took her hands off the bed sheets and wrapped it around him.

"I am so close," he said.

Five seconds later, he pulled out quickly as he ejaculated. He collapsed beside her, breathing heavily. Their bodies covered in sweat.