MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 30

Zayn
"Excuse me? " the lady looked at me with so much hatred. Normally, that kind of look would drive me insane, but now, with the kind of heat that I was feeling, it was nothing.

I knew she was a slut because only sluts sit at my club at that time of the day, looking all sad and miserable. She probably had a bad fuck so if you think about it, she was the one who was supposed to be begging me to give her a little fun.

I saw her attempt to leave but like I said, I was fucking whoever I saw first. So, I grabbed her arm making sure I dug my nails deep to the bones and forced her to look into my very, dreadful and lustful eyes.

"I said, put them on right now! And would you please not play hard to get right now, because I really am not in the mood. "I admonished still holding out the red panty.

"I wasn't playing hard to get moron, It was a plain, never-going - to - get. I  would rather die than play your sick game.  who do you think you are, to just walk in and drag me off my seat and come here to give me that bullshit?"

"You do not know w...?"

"Whoever your wife Is, congratulate her for me, for treating you like the asshole you are. Asshole!"how on earth did those kind of women still exist. Apart from Regina, I never knew any other iron lady. I saw Cherry as a naive damsel whom I thought was going to bend at my will.

Until we got married  and she had my perspective on women turned around. She was ferocious. So, I thought they were just two and now this?  How come they always treated me like that? Regina looked down on me, Cherry wanted nothing to do with me and now that bimbo?

HELL NO! " How dare you? " I found myself smacking her face with all the anger I had in store for Cherry. The bimbo fell on the floor with a thud. Shocked, she started scrambling to get away.

"I-I will sue you for this! " she stuttered then finished her threat with conviction, right after wiping a small spot of blood off her lips. Her body was shaking with rage as  she stared down at the blood on her fingers.  "You are a messed up son of a bitch." you know I was almost feeling sorry for her, until she said that.

My face hardened with desire to hit her again. Playing nice wasn't going to work with the whore. I pulled my gun that wasn't really loaded and pointed it to her head. Her hands reached for her tummy as she trembled looking at the gun. She was scared.

"Put this. On!" I beckoned dangerously. With trembling hands, she did as was told. Finally!

"Good girl."I pulled her by her hair and back handed her very  hard. That, was for wasting my time. She flew and landed on the coach,  A loud yelp leaving her lips. Thank Weed, the music was rocking loudly so no one heard us. I pulled my shirt open and unbuckled my jeans.

"You are mine Cherry, you won't walk out on me, I am done  waiting."

"No! Please no!" She sobbed pushing herself away. When she couldn't move further, The slut tried to keep me at bay with her arms, but I grabbed them  squeezing with all my might .She  wailed in pain begging me to not do it. But I needed her like yesterday.

I pushed Cherry's panty to the side before I slid my very eager manhood deep inside her. She screamed but I did not care. She was a slut and that was her profession.

I thrusted harder and deeper every time, pouring all my frustration in her while sacking all the happiness out of her. When I looked at her bruising eye, I got angry and turned her on her knees . I was sick of seeing that nasty bruise on her. Plus, that was the only way she wasn't going to try to to dig her fingers in my wound again.