You Smell Like Trouble.

Chapter 6 (Blaze's POV): War

She grips my right hand that's gripping her ass while moaning lowly, so I grab her right arm with my left hand and pin it behind her back and start thrusting faster.

Her moans are so soft and quiet, almost as if she's afraid to make any noise.

I reach up with my right hand and grip the back of her neck, forcing her head upward, "let me hear you."

Her moans don't get an ounce louder. They're really just that delicate and soft... that's so adorable. But kind of ironic considering the fact she's so loud any other time.

"I'm coming," she moans.

"Fuck, me too..." I let go of her neck and take a firm grip on her ass and wrist then release the biggest load ever. We had sex the other night, but it was pretty rushed and I was kind of drunk so I didn't realize how good she felt.

Even though she's shaking under me from pleasure, her moans don't change. Now that I think about it, she wasn't that loud the other night when she was drunk. Perfect for situations like this, honestly.

"Your dick is so big," she says out of breath.

I lift her up gently by her arm and whisper, "it's about seven."

"What?!" she shouts.

"Mhm. And you took five of it well, bellissima." I kiss her on the back of her head. Why? I don't know.

"So that's just a small taste? Which means there's-"

"A lot more left for you. When I get home, I'll take care of you properly." I reply.

She nods then pulls her sweater down.

"Take the sweatpants out of the closet over there and wait in the lobby for the car that'll take you home." I demand.

"Mmkay. Thanks." she walks over. I can tell her back is hurting, but I don't know why. I barely bent her ov- the scratches.

"Hey, Natania?" I call out to her.

She turns around and begins putting the sweatpants on, "yeah?"

"Do those... scratches hurt?" I ask as I pull my pants up.

She adjusts her clothes, "yes. They never get chances to heal before my mother runs over them again, but it's fine. Now that I'm not with her, maybe they finally will. Anyways, I'll see you at home." she smiles softly, then heads out of the door.

I walk over to my office phone and dial my receptionist, "call the Tai's and have them flown out here as soon as tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

I hang up the phone then sit down in my chair. Next thing I know, my door opens, "hey, boss-man. We have to get to the slaughterhouse, remember?" Zay says.

"What did I tell you about knocking?"

"Uh, to do it?"

"Exactly. So why didn't you?"

"'Cause we're migliori amici!"
*migliori amici means best friends in Italian*

I take a deep breath, "let's go."

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I walk through the hefty iron doors and see a white male strung up by his hands. He looks rough which means Zay had a go at him, and Zay seems like a sweetheart, but he's as ruthless as me.

"Bring me my pliers." I demand of Zo.

I walk over to the guy and grip his face, "rise and shine!"

His eyes open slightly and when he notices who's standing in front of him, his eyes turn to fear.