Chapter Six

David’s POV

The first knife I flung at her with precision, finding its mark between her legs, grazing past her left thigh by a mere inch. The second knife, landed on the crown of her head, narrowly avoiding a direct hit.

Everyone in that room knew damn well how fucking skilled I was at throwing knives. It didn't matter if the target was near or far, big or small—I never missed. But with her, it was different. I didn't want to cause her harm; I just wanted to strike fear into her heart before moving on to my next move.

Yet, she remained unafraid. Her once-piercing screams of terror vanished in an instant. Her eyes locked onto mine, a defiant glare that pierced through my very soul each time the spinning board forced her back into an upright position. It was as if she saw right through me, saw the intentions behind my actions. And that pissed me off. I needed her to fear me, to beg for her life. There was an immense satisfaction that swelled my ego when people screamed and pleaded for mercy. It made me feel powerful and in control.

But if she thought she could see through me, then I would fucking show her just how wrong she was.

Without hesitation, I launched the next knife, its blade slicing through the air with deadly precision, finding its mark on her left arm. Her eyes widened in shock as crimson blood trickled down her arm, staining her skin. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, a mix of sadistic pleasure and triumph.

Now you know, Principessa, no one sees through the facade of David Marchetti.

With each subsequent knife, I targeted different parts of her body. The waist, the arms, every strike accompanied by a scream that echoed through the room. The symphony of pain and fear brought a twisted sense of satisfaction to my twisted soul, a satisfaction that fueled my every move.

Her body soon became a tapestry of knife cuts, a living canvas adorned with the marks of my dark artistry. I spared no part of her, leaving no inch untouched by the cold steel, except for one: her face. It was my favorite part, the canvas on which I could project my desires and my intentions. I wanted her to see the consequences of defying me, to witness the extent of my power.

As I stood back, admiring my handiwork, a sense of triumph washed over me.

I glanced at Dane, and with a swift movement, he flipped the switch off, bringing the spinning dart board to a sudden halt. Ben and Ron swiftly untied her hands and legs, causing her lifeless body to collapse onto the ground. Her blood mingled with the dirt.

"I need a nice, warm bath," I announced, feeling the dirt clinging to my skin after my little game with Rihanna. Every time I engage in activities like that, I always find solace in a soothing bath.

Emerging from the cavern, I made my way to the waiting helicopter parked amidst the dense forest. Gerald, the pilot, was one of the few men I trusted enough to know the location of my mansion hidden within the maze of trees.

Gerald skillfully landed the helicopter on the rooftop of my house. Stepping out, I walked towards the door, which was promptly opened by Berta, a familiar face in my life.

"I thought I heard you arrive, and I was right," she grinned, her red lips stretching to reveal her bleached white teeth. Her big, seductive grey eyes fixed on me as her arms reached around my neck, attempting to pull me into a kiss.

"I'm dirty," I stated, pushing her hands away.

"I don't mind," she persisted, trying to lean in for another kiss, despite knowing my aversion to being touched when I felt dirty.

"Well, I do," I retorted, pushing her away with a bit more force before making my way towards my bathroom.

Berta was relentless, but that was one of the reasons I kept her around. She always knew how to keep things interesting.

"I'll help set up the bath," she offered, even though there was an employee designated for that task. I allowed her to do as she wanted, only because I was in a good mood.

She filled the bath with warm water and my favorite bath bomb. I couldn't help but notice how she leaned over, her dress riding up just her bare ass, revealing a glimpse of her bare pussy. Her playful demeanor was evident as she prepared the bath, and a mischievous smile played on her lips. I couldn’t help but smirk at her act.

“Your bath is ready.” She said as she slowly rose back to her feet, eying me coyly. The top l of her dress was damp from her effort.

I undressed, aware of her lingering gaze on my slightly erect cock. She seemed pleased, thinking her little act had caused my arousal.

As I eased into the comforting warmth of the bath, Berta watched me with anticipation. The scent of coconut filled the air, creating a soothing atmosphere.

"Come." I invited, and her eyes lit up with excitement.

In an instant, her red dress gracefully fell to the floor, her heavy tits bouncing slightly as she stepped into the bathtub.

My hand gently encircled her neck, pulling her closer to me. The kiss was passionate and intense, filled with a raw desire that consumed us both. As our lips met, our tongues entwined in a dance of longing. Her response was immediate, eagerly sucking on my tongue, her hands tangling in my hair.

"Turn around," I commanded, my voice husky with desire. She complied without hesitation, pressing her back against my chest. My hands reached forward, caressing and exploring her full tits, teasing and pinching her sensitive nipples.

A knock interrupted our intimate moment, and I reluctantly broke the kiss. "Yes?" I replied, a touch of annoyance in my voice, as one of my employees entered the room. His name escaped me in that heated moment.

Berta let out a playful giggle when I pinched her stiff nipples. The man who had walked in knew better than to divert his gaze from me, understanding the unspoken boundaries.

"Dane called, sir. He asked what to do with the girl," he said, his eyes fixed on my face.

"Tell him to bring her to my room once he's taken care of her wounds," I replied.

"Understood, boss," he said, then left the room.

Berta leaned her head back on my shoulder, and I leaned in to capture her lips in a punishing kiss. She let out a satisfied hum.

"I see you shaved your pussy." I commented, my hand gently leaving her boob and gliding down between her legs.

"Just the way you like it." She whispered. Even in the water, I could feel her wetness. My fingers moved effortlessly through her intimate folds, finding their way to her pussy hole.

I thrust two fingers without warning, causing her to flinch momentarily before relaxing in my embrace. My movements were fast, rapid, and forceful. I prefer not to waste time with slow paces. Berta let out screams and moans, loudly calling my name as my fingers thrust in and out of her wet pussy. I placed two fingers into her mouth as I continued jamming into her pussy with no mercy. She moaned and cried, tears streaming down from the corner of her eyes.

"You like what I’m doing to you?" I whispered hotly against her skin, my cock growing harder from her moan.

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned.

"Louder!"

"Yes, daddy. Fuck my pussy." she cried out loudly. A self-satisfied smirk formed on my lips. I continued to finger fucking Berta under the bath water, my thumb rapidly rubbing against her aching clits. Her screams were like a symphony to my ears, urging me to increase my pace. She bit her lip, casting me a seductive glance that made my cock jump under the water.

With a powerful scream, I brought Berta to climax, her body going limp in my arms.

"You have no idea how much I've desired that." she whispered after a moment.

"Why don't you show me then?" I suggested, pushing her away so I could stand up. My hardened cock dangling and dripping with precum, aching for a release.

Berta stood up too, her soft hand wrapping around my throbbing dick as she slowly began to stroke it.

"Room." I said, stepping out of the bath and leading the way to my bedroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and Berta immediately knelt beside me. She lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of my cock, eliciting a grunt from me.

Work had been so demanding these past few days that I hadn't had any time for pleasure. My balls were heavy, yearning to release their pent-up load.

"Mmm," Berta hummed, savoring the taste as if it were the most exquisite delicacy. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she took in my full girth. Slowly bobbing her head up and down my length, she simultaneously stroked the part of my cock that she couldn't fit in her mouth.

I knew I couldn't hold back for long, not when I hadn't released in days. My left hand slid under the tiny towel wrapped around her body, teasing and playing with her pussy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and before I could react, the door swung open.

It was Principesca, and the horror on her face as she witnessed Berta sucking my cock fueled the wicked smirk that appeared on my face.

"Why don't you come in?" I invited, relishing in the shock of the moment.