Mafia Queen

Chapter Three

*** Luca ~ Two Hours Earlier ***

All I could do was grunt as my dick hardened even more while listening to the whimpering gags coming from Monique's mouth. I was a sick fuck I know, but I couldn't resist it as I forced her head further onto my cock, knowing full well she couldn't take the whole thing in her mouth without choking.

Feeling the cool, dampness of her tears drip onto my thigh as she continued to gag only heightened my arousal, it was a damn shame that was the only thing about this whole blowjob I was actually enjoying. As her whimpering continued I could feel my balls tighten and I knew it wouldn't be too long before I reached my peek.

Yeah I'm a perversely sick and depraved bastard but these woman know what they are getting into from the very beginning.

No matter how I treat these whores they are more than willing to take all of the degradation and all of the humiliation I put them through in the hopes that one day they will become Mrs Luca Rossi. Some days it feels like these sluts are playing some twisted gameshow with the prize being they get to be the one to takes that ultimate title... Mafia Queen.

Fuck.

That.

There are only two woman in this world I care about, my mother and my little sister. Outside of that woman are only there to satisfy my needs, nothing more nothing less, to me anyway.

I had come to the realisation a long time ago that I was on this earth for a good time, not a long time and that meant I was never going to be tied down. As depressing as it may sound I wasn't destined for a life with a loving wife and children to spoil, the dangerous life I was born into wasn't something I could burden another soul with. Instead I was going to drink and fuck, fight and kill my way through this messed up existence until one day I was finally no more.

I was ok with that, more than ok actually. Well that's what I kept telling myself anyway.

When I arrived in the office of my flagship nightclub 'Styx' earlier this evening I had every intention of actually working, drug shipments and cargo containers of guns aside I actually had legitimate businesses to take care of if I wanted to maintain my facade of legitimacy and keep the dogged bastards of the NYPD and FBI off my back.

My club Styx was one of the hottest nightclubs in Manhattan. From actors and athletes to politicians and visiting dignitaries, basically anybody who was anybody in this town constantly frequented the several VIP rooms on the second floor and the downstairs level was jam packed on a nightly basis with everyone from college students to club fiends and everyone in between.

Running such a successful club was a job alone in itself and like I said I had every intention of actually working, but when the redhead waitress practically begged me to let her suck my dick who was I to deny her request.

While Monique was as dumb as dog shit with a high pitched squeaky voice, a voice that physically pained me to listen to when she talked, I couldn't deny she was an attractive women. With a generous set of, if I had to guess were fake tits and a plump round ass she was most definitely easy on the eyes. It was such a shame she couldn't do a damn thing right with that annoying mouth of hers whether that be talk in a reasonable tone or suck a dick.

Closing my eyes I rolled my head back against the leather of my chair as I gripped her hair roughly and jammed her head further down on my cock, grunting with enjoyment as I heard her gagging once again. Just as I was about to blow my load down the back of her throat a loud bang on my door interrupted me.

'Fuck off' I growled, continuing to guide the redhead's head up and down my shaft.

'Boss it's Mia' Alonzo's worried voice halted my movements instantly, within seconds Alonzo had opened the door and barged into my office.