Santiago Diaz

Santiago Diaz slowly pressed the tip of his fat cock against the girl's thigh. The girl's breath hitched, her hands gripping the bedsheets of the bed. She shut her eyes and pressed her lips in a thin line.

This definitely wasn't what she was expected. She had seen many dicks throughout her slutty life, but she'd never seen one as veiny and as fat as Santiago's.

She had thought she'd handle any dick… but Santiago proved her wrong.

“Make a sound, and I'll make you regret it.” Santiago threatened, his voice slow, rough and chilling. “Got it?”

Petrified, the girl quickly nodded her head, making a whimpering sound.

“You better!”

Then slowly, he thrust in.

He watched the petrified girl in utter ecstasy and satisfaction as she let out a soundless groan, not in pleasure but in utter pain.

He smirked, slowly pulled out and then thrust in again but this time, with a rough pace.

“Ahh!” The girl yelped.

“I told you to shut it!” He snarled.

“It… it hurts.” The girl cried out.

“You wanted this didn't you?” He groaned in frustration.

“I… I didn't expect you to be this big.” She cried again.

Santiago frowned, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He hated it when girls made these noises when he was having sex with them.

“You read the contract didn't you?” He snarled, “You knew my length and size and you still signed the damn contract! By yourself!”

“I want out!” The girl cried out, sitting up, her gaze challenging, even though she was terrified out of her wits at the moment.

She knew who Santiago was. He was the first legitimate son of Alberto Diaz, the most powerful and ruthless man in the Mafia world. Santiago was as ruthless and as dangerous as his father… even more deadlier.

What in the world was she thinking, getting involved with him? Why had she agreed to be his sex toy? Because of the money involved? That was the only reason… money!

Could she even survive this? After this night, will she even walk again properly?

She had never believed in God, but at this moment, she let out a silent prayer.

God, if you exist, please come save me from this dangerous man! I beg of you! I'll devote my life to you!

Santiago’s jaw tightened, murderous rage flickering in his eyes.

The only reason he signed a contract with the girls he had sex with was to have full control of them. As long as the contract exists, their whole body was his and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do with them.

If they breach the contract by groaning in pain, he can pull out his gun and blow out their head in cold blood.

The girl would have been long dead by now but for some reason she isn't… because he liked her hole more than any of the girls he's ever had.

She was way tighter, way creamier and sweeter than any of the girls he's fucked.

“You want to do this the hard way, huh?” He gritted, his eyes glinting with both anger and desire.

“I said I want out…” The girl was about to scream when a thunderous slap landed on her cheek.

She fell to the bed with a thud.

Santiago got up and tied her hands behind her back, then he gagged her mouth to prevent her from making a sound.

Now, it's pleasure time!

He grabbed the girl's hip and began to thrust incessantly.

The girl could only make muffled sounds, tears dripping from her eyes as Santiago railed her mercilessly.

Santiago was so big that he stretched her folds in a way that it could never be tight again.

Her life flashed before her eyes as Santiago kept pounding her roughly, his hands groping her breasts and exploring her beautiful body.

She was slowly slipping into the abyss of unconsciousness… the pain was too much. Just to much!

Santiago's size, his length, his roughness... it was too much to bear.

Then Santiago reached climax and spurted all over her.

Santiago watched the now unconscious girl in grave satisfaction, a smirk playing on the side of his lips.

He was proud of himself.

He was glad he had found this gem of a girl. From now onward, she will be his plaything.

It was never a thing of his to kiss a girl during sex, but this one was different. He bent down, pulled out the gag and planted a kiss on her lips.

He got off the bed and walked into the shower.

The cold water washed away the smell of sex from his body.

The girl was still unconscious when he came out.

Then a knock came through his door.

He put on his bathrobe and opened the door.

His trusted assistant who was known by the name Sniper stood just before the doorway.

Sniper was a thin man in his late thirties, with tiny dangerous eyes and a lipless mouth. He was lanky… way too lanky… bald, and his left eyeless eye was covered by an eyepatch

“Boss, we found the man.” He reported.

“About time.” Santiago stepped out of his room and moved down the hallway, Sniper trailing behind him.

“And also…” Sniper hesitated.

“What is it?” Santiago probed, an edge to his voice.

“Well… your parents have hired another spy.”

Santiago halted on his heels.

“Well, well. That's interesting.” He commented. “Who is he? And what happened to the last one they sent?”

He began walking down the stairs again.

“Your brother…”

“Don't you dare call him my brother!” Santiago growled, his voice slow and dangerous.

“Yes sir. I apologize.” A bead of perspiration appeared on Sniper's forehead.

Throughout his life of being involved in the Mafia world, going to missions, and murdering people, he's never met a family as deadly and ruthless as The Diaz. They were just terrifying! All of them!

“Mateo found out that his former secretary was another spy, and as usual… he killed him.”

“Well, that's old news. He always kills them when he finds out.” Santiago moved to the living where a man knelt, his hands tied behind his back, and his mouth tied up.

“Boss.” Five of the suit-dressed men surrounding him bowed slightly to Santiago.

“So you think you could escape with my money huh?” Santiago squatted to the man's height, then pulled off the gag.

“I'm so sorry Mr Diaz.” The man cried, trembling. “Please, give me another chance.”

Santiago stretched out his hand and a pistol was placed into his hand.

“I’m so sorry Mr Diaz!” The man wailed, please give me another chance…”

Bang!

The man's body slumped to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring blankly into space. His once intact skull now lay shattered, fragments of bone and tissue scattered around the lifeless body.

Santiago's eyes glinted with satisfaction at the sight of blood.

The five men reeled back in horror.

Santiago terrified them! They felt queasy.

This man is sick!

Santiago stood to his feet and Sniper took the gun from him and then handed him a towel to wipe his hands and face which was now smeared with blood.

“Tell me about this new guy my parents hired.” He spoke.

“Well, his name is Lucien Hayes, thirty-two, he's married and has a daughter of five. He and his family live in the heart of town and he's a Yale graduate.” Sniper reported.

“Well, that sounds… interesting.” Santiago drawled. “He's the first among them all to have a wife. Keep an eye on both him and Mateo.”

“Yes sir.”

"What of the ones we sent to the company?"

"They still have no report so far."

“They're useless! Clean this up.” Santiago walked upstairs to his room.

The girl was now awake. She was struggling with the rope on her arms. Fear clutched her.

She knew this wasn't over.

“No, no!”

“Hello, little pumpkin.” Santiago's eyes glinted with lust and desire as his eyes trailed over the girl's beautiful body. “You're finally awake.”

“No! No! No! Pleeassee!”