he was certifiably insane and dark,she was Batshit crazy and beautiful.
Together they will burn the city of new York down to nothing but ashes.
she was his blood queen an he her new york king.
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I stare out at the neon jungle of New York, a thousand fireflies blinking beneath me, each a sinful whisper of the city's endless vices. Perched in my penthouse, I survey the landscape I own, the empire I've built on blood, fear, and the insatiable hunger of the city's underbelly. Four days of non-stop celebration have passed since sealing a multi-million-dollar drug deal and claiming a new territory: a nightclub named The Madhouse, nestled on the docks like a den of iniquity. It will be my next goldmine, a place where desire and depravity dance hand in hand.
The last few days have been a blur of excess. My MC gang, my brothers in arms, have been raking in cash while beautiful, desperate women flock to The Madhouse, offering themselves on a silver platter. The daily orgies would make even the most jaded nun envious. Drink, drugs, and endless flesh have been our only companions, and my men have indulged like the animals they are. I keep them sharp, away from the cocaine and hard drugs we peddle. I need them focused, not strung out and useless. My vice? A warm, wet hole between a pair of willing thighs.
I embrace my nature—a sex-crazed, psychopathic bastard. It's who I am, and I wear it like a badge of honor. These past days have been a testament to my power, my crew by my side and an endless parade of willing flesh to satisfy our darkest cravings.
At thirty-six, I stand as the undisputed king of New York's underworld, a weapons dealer in Russia, and an arms supplier to those who pay the highest price. Drugs, weapons, fast cars, and women—nothing moves without my blessing. I am a force to be reckoned with, a monster born of the city's dark heart. Two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle, standing at six-four, with amber eyes that burn with a wild, untamed hunger. My long, dark blond hair and fully bearded jaw give me a rugged, dangerous edge, and my cheekbones are sharp enough to cut glass. My body is a canvas of artwork, each piece a story of violence and survival. A long scar below my right eye serves as a constant reminder of the danger I embody.
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"We should go again daddy." Mary purred in my ear. Nahhh was it Maggie no no no Maria i don't remember her fucking name.
I turn my attention to my current fling. She has the perfect bought body, golden hair, D-cup breasts, a small waist, little ass, and crystal-clear blue eyes; she's absolutely gorgeous. The sex is average, but nonetheless, her time is up. It was good while it lasted. She's beginning to become clingy, and I can't have that. It'll lead to complications and impure thoughts. "Like me slitting her throat and dumping her body somewhere," I thought, getting hard at the idea of causing her pain. I feel my dick twitch, and I notice her eyes drift down to my lap. Seeing me get hard, This stupid bitch probably that i was thinking of her, she licks her lips before slowly crawling to me seductively, fitting herself between my legs.
Taking advantage of her current position, I curl my hand in her hair, yanking it at the scalp before dragging her to my lap and slamming her face down into my semi-hard dick. "Suck it, and maybe I'll give you another taste," I tell her, forcing my dick down her throat. I feel her tiny hands trying to push me away as tears fill her blue eyes. "Nahh, you wanted it, so take it," I growl. Hearing her gag and cough up spit, I feel myself get fully hard. I pull her off my dick before wrapping my hand around her neck and the other at her waist pulling her back to my lap, forcing her down on my hard 10 inches, eliciting a painful scream from her. "Awwww, p-please, s-slower, d-daddy, it hurts, slow down," she begs, tears falling from her blue eyes. Both my big hands bite into the flesh of her neck, choking her as I force her body to bounce up and down on my dick. As she rides me, hard, all I think about how much I love sex and the feel of a woman beneath me. But I also have a bad fucking bloodlust; Sometime or more times than less I wanna feel life leave the body of the woman I fuck. I wanna hear her cries of pain and see the life drain from her face as I kill her.
