Diavolo—The Masked Demon

Diavolo chugged down another glass as he watched the whore in front of him reach to her back and unclasped her bra. She rolled it down her shoulders and threw it to the floor. Her boobs dangled from the result. Usually, he would be impressed but then again, he wasn't. He had met all sorts of women. He had slept with all kinds as well. It doesn't matter how sexy she looked. What matters is if she would be able to take him, all of him for the rest of the night.

So far, no woman had been able to do so. Some ended up crying, running away or passing out as a result. Not like he cared anyway. All he wanted was someone who would take away the nightmares that the drugs couldn't cure. Something to numb the pain and make him forget but none of the whores were ever able to. They act like they can but it was all just a pretext.

Pouring himself another glass, he chugged it down and placed the glass on the stool in front of him. His eyes pinned on her.

"For tonight, treat me like one of your whores." She whispered seductively, as though she was offering herself on a platter for him. She reached for his tie and straddled on his thighs. She brought her lips to his neck and kissed him. She continued with her action and he watched her do it with solemn eyes.

"I don't treat women like my whores because they are never able to handle my darkest desires." His voice came out deep, husky, gruff and mirthless. He was serious and it made her nervous. "If I should treat you as such, then you'll have to promise that you can handle it without any complaints."

"I promise that I won't complain, okay." she whispered in a calm voice and sucked on his fingers. She licked and twirled it around her tongue while she made alluring sounds from her throat. Pulling it out of her mouth, she guided his fingers down her stomach and placed it at the entrance of her already dripping womanhood. She gasped when her his hands came in contact with her wet flesh.

"Touch me." She urged and he immediately began to circle his fingers on her clit.

She closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, arching herself closer to him. He gripped her by the waist and pulled her towards him in a firm embrace while he worked her down there. The scent of arousal filled the air as she rotated her hips to meet his demanding fingers.

He played with her clit, teasing and rubbing till she was moaning into nothingness with her eyes closed. Retracting his fingers, he inserted them into her tight wet cunt.

"Shit!" She moaned as he fucked her with his relentless fingers. She was almost on the edge but before she could make it, his fingers had already left her hole.

Reaching out for the items he placed on the bed, he strapped her to all four corners and blinded her eyes with the blindfold that she had offered him earlier. He didn't plan on using it but then again, she asked for him. She asked for the beast herself.

"I want you see you." She protested in a small voice and reached out her free hands to touch his mask but he slapped her hands away. His eyes darkening in anger.

"It's more surprising if you don't." He whispered in her ears "It's a lot better when you don't know what I'm about to do next. You just have to wait expectantly pretty doll and then feel it when it comes in contact with you."

Her eyes flashed in blatant fear."But—" before she could uttered those words, he was already buried deep inside her. Her piercing screams tore through the four corners of the bedroom, echoing through the walls. She protested but he didn't stop his strides. Picking up the whip from the kit at his bedside, he hit her continuously as he quickened his pace.

"Please..." She pleaded. Tears welling in her eyes at the painful sensation that came from each thrust he took. He stopped when he realized that she was almost on the verge of passing out like he had suspected.

"This is why you can't be my whore." He deadpanned. "My men will see you out of the mansion and you'll be compensated for your minor efforts." He pushed himself off the bed and made his way into his bathroom to clean up. When he came back, she was already gone and his bed had been cleaned up. What a waste of his precious time. He wrapped the towel tightly around his waist and walked towards his closet. 

The door to his bedroom swung open and Luca walked in at that exact moment. He didn't need a soothsayer to tell him otherwise. Luca was the only one who had a direct access to his bedroom. He was his right hand man, his consigliere for a reason. 

"Che ci fai qui Luca?" Diavolo growled in his cranky and condescending Italian accent. His voice had taken a deeper tone as he asked what Luca was doing in his bedroom. He was still upset about what had happened and wasn't ready to entertain any visitors or complaints. 

"The X-Family is hosting a party tomorrow night to name a new head and they're asking for your presence, Boss." Luca informed him. "Stanno progettando di dividere il patrimonio di famiglia senza di te." He went further to tell him about their plans to take over the family fortune without him. 

Diavolo breathed heavily, his lips twitched into a wicked smile. His night had already been ruined by that whore and the last thing he had expected at this point was being disturbed by something like this. He can't believe that his half brother had planned to do something like this under the guise of hosting a party but he wasn't surprised either. He had always known him to be someone stupid without brains. It was only a matter of time before he slips and that's why he had his men look into him. 

"Will you accept their invitation?" Luca proceeded to ask when his boss didn't respond. "I think It'll be best that you show your presence and stake claim about your position. The other families will be in attendance as well." He advised. "If you don't attend then Maximo will use this party to his advantage."

"I'll make a decision tomorrow." Diavolo waved him off. "Non ho voglia di discutere ulteriormente di questo." He wasn't in a mood to discuss it any further. He was too stressed to even think properly at the moment.

"Sure Boss." He answered almost immediately. "And I'm sorry about the girl." Luca apologized sincerely. "We've made sure that she was compensated nicely."

"I don't care. She's as useless as the rest of them." He spat angrily, eyes glaring In rage. "They always say that they can handle me but they never are able to in the end. You don't have to be sorry about that."

Diavolo turned to face him. "You may leave now Luca. I want to be left alone." He ordered and with a curt nod, Luca walked out of his master's bedroom. Diavolo approached his mirror and took off his mask. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help the hate and anger that sizzled inside of him. He hated feeling this way but he doesn't regret it. As long as people feared him, he didn't care and when the time is right, he would avenge those who had hurt him. Most people would think that he was holding back because he was too scared to make a move.

But In life, there are only two things that he was scared of. He called them LIFE and DEATH.

Because these were the only times when one was vulnerable, defenseless and weak. He called them the beginning and the end. Those were the only point in life that one had to depend on someone else for their survival and sadly, he despised being too weak to depend on anyone. He had experienced what being too weak felt like to the point where he had wished for the end which was death.

He preferred being in power, he preferred being known as the god that had control over the lives of people. He loved it when they begged him for their survival. He loved it when they grovel on their knees and looked up to him. He loved being the judge and jury over their lives. He loved being in charge. He loved playing God and as a godfather, he had promised himself to pay back whatever he received in spades, a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. The world was too wicked and no one plays by the rules anymore.

People chose to kill and betray their loved ones just to get what they wanted. They wanted to rule even if it meant being selfish. It was human nature. It was in-built. A survival instinct where one had to do anything and everything to remain at the top.

There was no such thing as love in his world. It doesn't exist. In his world, they only dealt on power and that is what made him who he was today. They call him 'Boss' but he prefered being known as the 'Masked Demon' because in real sense, he was Diavolo, meaning 'The Devil'. That Is who and what he was and nothing, not even a single soul on earth would be able to change him or so he thought.