Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 10: Observation

Each violent stroke bursts my entrance open, relentlessly meeting over and over again with my G-spot, taking me into a world of pure obscurity, where everything fades away.

His wet balls slam against my ass like a wrecking ball crashing into a concrete wall, shattering it completely, demolishing me, stripping away everything that ever held me together, leaving nothing but ruins in its wake.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as vivid colors flash through my mind.

Cries escape my lips like a trumpet being sounded, as though God himself has come, my throat tightly held, blocking every air from my lungs, including the sounds of my protests against letting his soldiers enter while I am so vulnerable and exposed.

The door swings open at his command, and through barely open eyes, I see three soldiers standing in the doorway, unmoving. As stunned as anyone would be.

"Are you motherfuckers going to keep staring at my woman or talk..." Marcello's voice utters a vile threat, and all the feet that had halted now hurry closer into the room, where I am being brutally fucked, creating wet sounds that could be heard miles away.

"B-boss..." one of them stutters, his eyes darting between me and the floor.

Though pleasure clouds my vision, I can still see their unease.

"We have found another lead," another says, trying to keep focus on Marcello. Yet, I catch him glancing at me repeatedly, each time swallowing hard and shuffling his feet.

The third remains unmoving, like a sentinel in the night.

A scream tears from my lips when I least expected him to plunge into me with such a vicious and heartless blow that I thought my back blew out.

"Fuck!" I wither out, almost crumbling at the pain and satisfaction that controls every living organ within my body.

"You like it like that sweet girl?" He grunts out with a quick and unexpected smack on my ass, making me loudly moan. "Whose daddy, Dea...? Who's your fucking daddy?"

Another slap connects with my ass and I whimper loudly. "You are, Santa mierda!" I scream not paying attention to the frozen men ahead of me. "You are!" I hate the words coming from my mouth.

"Sir-sir..." a timid voice stammers, barely capturing my attention. I glance at him, seeing his nervousness.

"Fucking speak!" Marcello's harsh voice echoes through the room, making the three men flinch and awkwardly scratch their heads.

"We-we have another lead. We apprehended one of the men associated with their master. We think we're closer than ever," he manages to say, his voice steady despite his visible fear. "If you'd like to see him, he's in the basement, fighting for his life..."

Even though he kept talking, Marcello never stopped pounding me in ways that made me scream like a manic.

"Leave." Is his curt response and all men turn to leave but one in particular looks at me for a few seconds too long and it does not go unnoticed by Marcello.

Before I can let out my next cry of pain, a bullet shatters the silence, and a body collapses to the floor.

Marcello casually returns his gun to his desk and resumes his focus on me, continuing to pleasure me with relentless precision.

Of the three men who entered, only two remain. They quickly gather their fallen friend and proceed to exit the room.

"Not even a damn glance at my Dea," Marcello warns ominously, his grip tightening around my throat, making it clear he will tolerate no disrespect.