The Mafioso's Wrath (ongoing)

CHAPTER 8

(WARNING: KINKY AREA)

She swallowed hard, her unease palpable. The tension between us heightened, still hanging in the air like a thick cloud. Slowly, she nodded her head, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions.

I grinned wickedly, my eyes glinting with a dangerous warning, as I traced the tip of my gun along the curve of her chest, inching closer to the delicate peaks of her nipples. Each movement was deliberate, causing her to tense as she felt the cold metal against her skin, a silent threat hanging in the air. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she held her breath.

Blood kept spreading on her naked body, and I admit, I like it.

"Where's the handkie?" I asked coldly, not breaking my stare at her.

Nanginginig at may ingat siyang lumayo nang bahagya para kunin sa gilid ng lamesa ang panyong ibinigay ko kanina.

"Why do you seem so scared, little fox? This is not new to you." Pinagtaasan ko siya ng kilay sa nang-uuyam na paraan.

She knew that I take severe action against anyone who dares to touch what's mine. She knew that I lack remorse and don't handle matters delicately. It's time for her to cease her pretense.

"H-Hindi kita maintindihan," nauutal niyang sambit. "S-Sino'ng hindi matatakot? P-Pinatay mo sila sa harapan ko," halos pumipiyok niyang patuloy at sandaling sinilip ang mga tauhan kong nakahalandusay sa sahig.

I let out a sardonic chuckle as I firmly grasped her chin with my other hand. "Irrah, do you truly believe you can deceive me? You may have succeeded once, but you won't succeed again.'"

Muling nanubig ang mga mata niya. Bumuka ang bibig niya para magsalita pero walang anumang boses ang lumabas doon. Tila may nagbarang hangin sa lalamunan niya at ang tangi niya na lamang nagawa ay yumuko kasabay ang tahimik na pag-agos ng kaniyang mga luha.

If I were still the naive Thyro back then, I might have empathized with her and regretted her tears. However, that version of me no longer exists; it perished long ago when she betrayed me.

Tinanggal ko ang pagkakahawak sa panga niya at saka siya walang ingat na itinulak, napaupo siya sa lamesa.

"You brought this upon yourself, Irrah. If you wish for me to fulfill your request, refrain from displaying fear or remorse in front of me. Remember, I didn't force you; you willingly made the request."

Mariin siyang lumunok at saka tumango, mayamaya pa ay pilit niyang binura ang emosyon na naglalaro sa kaniyang mukha. Umismid lang naman ako nang ibinalik niya ang kaniyang paningin sa akin. Ibinaba ko ang hawak kong baril sa gilid saka muling pinaliit ang distansya naming dalawa. Itinukod ko ang magkabila kong palad sa lamesa, kinukulong ang maliit niyang katawan, at saka pinasadahan ang kabuohan niya.

"Sit properly, little fox," I commanded, my voice dripping with intensity, "and spread your legs for me." My gaze bore into her, a storm of desire raging within me. "I want them wide open, Irrah," I demanded, every word laced with a fervent hunger that could not be denied.

Sa hindi mabilang na pagkakataon, mariin siyang lumunok. Tila ba pinakakawalan ang natitirang tapang at lakas sa kaniyang katawan. Mabagal niyang sinunod ang sinabi ko. Inangat niya ang kaniyang balakang upang makap'westo nang maayos at saka iwas ang tingin na pinagparte ang mga binti niya habang nakalaylay ang kaniyang mga paa.

Upon catching sight of her femininity, my jaw instinctively clenched. Its presence was intoxicating, reminiscent of the heady scent of a poisonous flower on the brink of releasing its potent allure. It felt as though, if I wasn't careful, I could succumb to its spell and meet my demise.