MALLEABLE

CHAPTER SIX

pliable: person's personality or attitude as open to change or influence.
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Q U I N T O N

The greyish hue of the cigar smoke glowed in the darkened corridor as my eyes laid fixed on the delicate body clad in bikini.

Her red hair wet from the swimming pool laid over one of her frail shoulders as she chatted away with her friend, Hailey, who listened to her intently.

Sabrina raised one of her hands to fix the minuscule triangle over her pert tits. I sucked in a deep breath as my cock strained against my dress pants.

Fuck.

Those tits are made for fucking. I had imagined countless of times of her soft breasts squeezing my cock as I fucked her tits and made her swallow each and every drop of cum when I finished.

I would fuck her the way she is meant to be fucked. Raw, hard, dirty and oh so painful. Her cerulean eyes would glow in pain and terror as I rammed in her again and again.

Once she would think that I was done with her, I would turn her around on the bed, wrap my fist around her thick long red hair and fuck her in the ass all night long until she screamed for mercy.

I would do it again and again, for the rest of our lives.

"I would have killed you by now if I didn't know you were gay, Hugo. Looking at what's mine is completely off-limits."

Hugo flinched behind me as he cleared his throat lowly.

"I was just here to say, that what you have planned for Ms Richmond is not correct, sir." Hugo voiced out as I let out a long smoke from my cigar, my eyes fixed at Sabrina as she jumped into the pool with a small smile.

"I don't remember asking for your advice, Hugo."

My warning surely made him take a step back, but he refused to back down. As expected from a former Navy Seal.

"She is a sweet girl, Mr Bartholomew" he commented "She does not deserve the hell you have planned for her."

Pressing the cigar between my teeth, I turned suddenly and grabbed him by his neck. I slammed him against the wall and glared down at him.

He was a good few inches shorter than me and certainly less muscular. Where others struggled to supress him, it was a child's play for me.

I could kill him with a click of my fingers.

He gave out a strangled breath as the intense smoke of cigar landed directly on his scarred face.

"Do your duty and keep your eyes on her, nothing more, nothing less." my grip tightened on his neck as his face started turning red with lack of oxygen.

With a free hand, I pulled out the cigar from between my teeth and pulled in another smoke before turning to look at him again "If I find out that you are trying to sabotage my carefully laid out plans, I will drag each and every family member of yours by the hair and soak your entire body with their blood."

I tilted my head to the side as he struggled to get free. No matter how many military techniques he has up his sleeves, it wouldn't help him with me.

"Am I making myself clear?" I asked in a deceptively calm voice as my murderous face reflected in his grey eyes looking up at me fearfully.

He nodded what little he could with my death grip around his throat.

I pushed the burning end of the cigar against his throat as he let out a strangled groan. I twisted the cigar a few times, putting it out as I released his neck and stepped back.