Luna Ferrari, a 20-year-old girl survives around the shadows of her questionable past. Residing under the roof of her abusive father, life's never been smooth for her.
Hell comes knocking at her door when her father "sells" her to the Italian Mob B...
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"You think you're so chucklesome, right puppy? he hissed at my face. The strong smell of fresh aftershave and musk sent tingles through my body. Unexpectedly, he walked away from me; approximately two steps. But, in that jam-packed room, it felt like he was too far. Instead, I was too far from his warm embrace.
In a very nonchalant manner, he snatched a packet of cigars from his back pocket. Without any hesitation; he lit that cigar and took a deep puff.
Dario started walking towards me in an incredibly menacing manner; as if he already had tamed his prey and brought it under his control. Step two, was to devour and relish the prey he caught. This was the exact look his eyes gave, dangerously alluring and highly influential.
And yes, I am the prey here.
He blew the smoke right at my face and spoke, "This is a dark world puppy, I know you're too naive and that fake confidence of yours won't be getting you anywhere. I saw your little dainty fingers fidgeting among themselves while you were roasting me. This underworld isn't for the weak and powerless and if you're any of these two; you need to shut the fuck up if you don't wanna get killed."
"Then kill me you asshole! Why the hell are you keeping me alive?" I shrieked. My face inches away from his.
"Don't tempt me cucciola. One word from me to my men and you'll be unalived in just fraction of seconds.", he spoke slowly, as if his words were imbedded in molasses. He grasped his gun from his pockets and trailed it along my body. He started trailing it unhurriedly; making sure to hit every damn spot and curve. I could feel the muzzle of the gun trailing away on top of my pussy; he made sure it was extending far down for me to feel all the twists and edges on it. Dario's eyes pierced into mine while he trailed the gun between my boobs and halted when it touched my forehead.
"If I pull this trigger right now, nobody will get to know about your death. You're aware of that right. Nobody in this world would give a shit, neither your sad excuse of a father or your brother.", he spoke slowly. " There is no place for the weak here puppy, and you are weak. Still you got the audacity to cross me every single chance you get?"
"The little punishment in the basement didn't work; did it? It's getting boring. I might just kill you off. "
"Oh, but you won't."
Confusion spread across his face; his eyebrows raised in question as if to repeat the words I just spat and explain myself.
"You're so wrong puppy", his gun went trailing down and stopped at my collarbone. The muzzle caressing the lining of my sleaveless black dress. Slowly but steadily he removed the lining and it fell resting on my left shoulder. The cold metal of the muzzle send shivers down my spine. Reverting my gaze back to the eyes of the monster, his eyes never left mine. He stroked the part covering my boobs and left it bare.
He took the loaded gun and began circling, eventually nudging the cold metal muzzle on my nipple. I felt weak to my knees. No matter how much I tried to forget the pleasurely feeling and brush past him. I couldn't. My legs were literal jelly and closed my eyes due to the satisfaction I felt. It wasn't even his hands touching, it was a gun.
A damn gun.
I could feel the slick forming between my legs and my nipples became hard.
"I can smell the arousal from up here cucciola.", he hissed. I scrunched up my eyebrows and zipped my mouth to hide the pretty obvious pleasure bubbling inside. "In your dreams, buddy boy.", I spoke, my words overlapping each other in the end. "Puppy your face and tensed body tells a completely different story doesn't it?", abruptly rubbing the muzzle hard enough for me to flinch; causing me a sharp pain.
Pain or pleasure?
I lifted my hand which felt awkwardly heavy to cup my breast; and pressed it hard in order for me to magically snap back into reality. Dario's eyes left mine and travelled down my neck to the view of my cupped breast. If I'm aware how to read eyes, his icy blue orbs burned with lust. I intertwined my fingers in the lining and pulled the fabric into its desired place.
I tried reaching up to his face as close as possible; his lips inches away from mine. The room became extremely foggy due to the cigar. I brushed my lips against his, and a strong odour of mint mixed with cigar sent tingles down my nostrils; goosebumps surfacing on my body. I kept teasing him and his mouth fell open; waiting any moment to relish his prey. I pressed my body tightly against his. My boobs pressed on his chest and I could already feel the hard rock forming down there.
That's when things got messy.
Before he could comprehend anything that happened; as he was busy being a horny fool. In a swift motion, I grabbed the knife that was lying bare on the table which was being eyed by me since the beginning; and slammed his body against the door. He was completely baffled and taken aback. Without wasting a single moment, I raised the knife and slashed his arm with which he was teasing me with the whole gun play show.
Blood started oozing out from the wound, slowly but rapidly. His white shirt was starting to get drenched in his own blood. It hit the right spot.
But he neither screamed nor flinched. Not a single expression carved out on his face.
Instead, he did the unthinkable.
He chuckled and said, "You started this dangerous game and now the game is on puppy."
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