Bloody affairs (18+)

015 ( SMUT WARNING )

(VIOLENCE, FOUL LANGUAGE TOWARDS ANOTHER INDIVIDUAL, SEXUAL ACTIVITIES ARE IN THIS CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. )

GRADY 🏴❤️‍🔥

I tightened the cuff of my suit jacket in exasperation. My eyes dodged the room with a lack of patience as I waited on my silver dressed date to get back from the bathroom.

I picked up the tequila off the counter I was leaned on and raised it to my lips, but before I could get it there a cold hand slid its way through the slip of my button up shirt and onto my chest.

I scowled slightly as I looked down at the skimpy little blonde. Her shiny silver dress was like satin and melted over her curved like water; she was the hottest tramp in this place but all I could think about was getting home.

" Miranda, " I growled lowly in her ear as a warning but I guess she took it as flirting because she shoved her hand deeper into my shirt, her hand now resting on my hip. " Miranda, you promised. " I muttered just above her ear and into her hair.

I feel her shudder underneath my touch as I wrap my arm around her body and grip onto the flesh of her leg. She looks up at me with hooded eyes, her features contorting with seduction.

" I did. " she simply states while grabbing my hand and leading me through the lavish ballroom. The crowd parts as we walk, their faces blank with curiosity or longing.

To them we look like the perfect couple. A dark mysterious man who reeks of danger with his arm around a curvy blonde with a sultry walk. Body of us dripped in money and class; clearly the two most important people in the room.

But in reality I was just gonna give her head, get information, and kill her.

She jerks me into an empty room. It looks as if it's a bedroom for foreign visitors. It's decked in the finest materials and items, but that's the least of my thoughts right now.

She leads me to the bed in the middle of the room and lays herself down over the comforter. The bitch surely isn't shy.

I lift up her dress with little effort. The fabric is like water in my hands. It easily slips above her hips. I take in her bare skin, my mouth damn near watering at the sight.

I haven't gotten my hands on another individual in a non-murderous manner since I've come into contact with-

No.

Never mind.

I can't tear my eyes aware from her bare core, so I don't. I grip the upper flesh of her hip, the minimal sensation already making her buck her hips.

Screw ' just head.'

I quickly grab her other hip with my hand and in the same motion jerk her down against my belt. I grind the cool metal of the buckle against her, earning an aggravating but satisfying mewl.

" I just- " she begins but I lift my hand and bring it down harshly against her thigh. The sound and the inevitable sting makes her gasp.

" shut the fuck up. " I snap as I yank at my tie. Once undone from my neck, I force her to turn over. I then pull the tie around her and pull it taught once it's in her mouth. I hold both ends in my left hand, having it act as reins.

I smack her ass for some entertainment as I yank at my belt. I unzip my pants and let myself free.

" Spread. " I order, in which she immediately obeys. I all but jump for joy when I can see she's already glistening for me. I run the pads of my fingers against her entrance.

" Ah- " She begins but is cut short when I yank the tie back.

" Quiet, bitch. " I grunt. I push two fingers into her, barely even considering she may need time to adjust. The rings on my fingers drag along her walls, so much so that she's already clenched against my finger.

She struggles against me, rubbing against my dick. I pull back at the tie, gritting my teeth as her moans are mumbled.

Without another beat, I line myself up with her entrance and push myself in. Her scream of pleasure is loud despite the tie so I push her head down into the bed with my other hand.

" Shut the fuck up. " I grunt, leaning down so I can demand it into her ear. I then begin to pump, my movements fast, sloppy, and only for my enjoyment; but lucky for her, she's a screaming/moaning mess underneath me nonetheless.

The sound of skin slapping skin, her moans, and the sensation creeping up my spine sends my nerves into over drive. I grasp onto the flesh of her hips as I pound into her. Her back arches on its own even without me pulling on the makeshift reins.

I then release; my sudden high crashing down. I huff as I catch my breath. I pull back at the tie, bringing her head up next to my ear.

" Don't follow me. " I warn, malice dripping from my words. I let the tie go, which sends her back sprawled over the bed. She huffs animalistic like, pushing herself up to look at me.

Her makeup is all smeared and her hair a mess. She has a daydreamed half smile playing on her lips as if she's in a daze.

I buckle my belt and situate my attire as I leave the room. I close the door from behind me and straiten the cuff of my sleeve. I make my way down the hall and politely nod my head at one of the guards.

I then pull the phone I snagged from her purse and swipe it open. You'd think the dumb bitch would've put a password on it.

I click randomly until I come to an address. I read over the concoction of letters and numbers. A mental note slips through my brain that it's oddly close to Zylith's apartment. I shrug it off before pulling my own phone from my pocket.

I tap on an associates contact bringing up the call screen. I bring it up to my ear. It doesn't ring even once before the guy answers. I don't let him get a word out before I speak.

" Hey, so we have another mission tonight. I'll send you the location. " I inform as I type the address into my phone and hit send. I wait, but the next thing out of his mouth makes my blood run cold.

I shove the informational phone into my pocket as I hold mine to my ear as I make a mad sprint for the exit. A incoherent string of curse words flood from my mouth like the dam keeping them back has broken.

" C'mon Zylith, don't be in trouble. Again. Please. "