The Villian

A young, beautiful lady lay stark naked on the bed in a room coated with red and black paint. She was on all fours, each hand and leg chained to a hook at each corner of the bed.

Her fair skin had several lines of red and was bruised all over, and her head bobbed violently, influencing the moment of the bed as it slammed against the wall, saliva dripping down her chin.

From the back, you could see wetness dripping down her legs, and whenever she tried to pull it together, the chains prevented it.

Choking sounds and breathless moans could be heard all over the room as her eyes continually rolled to the back of her head.

At the foot of the bed on a sofa sat a naked man, watching the scene in front of him with so much pleasure as he stroked himself.

"Wider." He instructed, and the lady spread her leg further as far as it could go. A satisfied smirk spread out on his face, and his hand moved faster as he could feel the start of an orgasm.

He shuddered in delight, ordering

"Faster."

And the man on the bed increased his pace, mercilessly hitting the back of the lady's throat, ignoring the tears that rolled down her eyes.

"Please. Please touch me." She cried, trying to clasp her legs together for some relief, but Antonio stopped her.

"Don't you dare?" He breathed out. "Let me see."

His hands moved faster, following their rhythm. The movement of the man on the bed became violent, and Antonio knew he was close.

He, too, had almost reached the peak. Just a few more strokes and he'll be there. His movement became sloppy.

Just a few more... just a few more...

The door was thrown open, and he fell from his high, hitting the ground with a crash.

Antonio kissed his teeth in anger.

"Chi diavolo è quello? (Who the hell is that?) You had better have a good reason for interrupting me, or you'll be dead."

Kane gulped. His eyes moved to the people on the bed and back to Antonio. He stuttered.

"I... um... I... "

"You have five seconds before I put a bullet through your skull." Antonio threatened

That was enough to snap him out of his shock.

"Cara called me." He blurted out.

Antonio jerked his head towards the bed. "Get over here, Carlo."

Carlo pushed the sensitive lady aside and walked over to them. "Yes?"

"Cara lo ha chiamato (Cara called him)."

"Oh really?" Carlo smirked. "Why?"

Antonio gestured to Kane. "He was just getting to the point. So, tell us why, Kane."

"She called me just a while ago to tell me that she has forgiven me and we should put it all behind us. She says she needs someone to train her to fight but doesn't trust anyone at the mansion, so she's inviting me over tomorrow."

Antonio stroked his chin in deep thought.

"Indeed? It doesn't sound right to me. Why would she suddenly call a man who cheated on her? Someone she wants nothing to do with anymore?"

Kane avoided their gaze. Compared to the Greco brothers, he was just a small fry that did their bidding. His stomach fluttered with nerves, hoping they'd not take his next words the wrong way.

"We have been in contact for a while. I had been sending her messages asking to get back together."

Carlo's eyes shined in amusement, and he pressed down on Kane's shoulder.

"You want to have a go with the wife of a Bernardi? Man, you are a bold one."

Antonio chuckled in reply.

"You can't blame him, brother. She does have a good set on her. I look forward to the day she'll be on my bed." He paused, thinking about the information Kane had just told them.

If well planned, this could work in their favour. He had been having doubts about Cara's allegiance, but with Kane in the picture, he could keep his eyes on her and have total control. Even if Kane was caught, he'd be the one to take the fall. It was a total win-win for him.

This was a good opportunity.

"What did you say in reply, eh?" He asked without looking at him.

"Nothing yet. I wanted to tell you about it first."

"Hmm. Hmm. You did well. Tell her you'll do it."

Kane took an involuntary step back in fear.

"But that means I'll be alone at the Bernardis mansion. What if Adonis already knew that I was the one who tainted his drink? He might recognize me from that night." Worry was written all over his face.

Everyone knew of Adonis's reputation.

"Kane. Don't you trust me?" Antonio gave his back a firm slap. "I'll have you protected. Tell him, Carlo. We don't leave her own behind."

"Stop being a wuss and act like a man, Kane." Carlo teased.

Kane exhaled deeply, feeling a bit settled. If it hadn't been for his greed to climb up the ranks so badly, he wouldn't have said anything. He had been trying to win the favour of the Greco brothers since he joined their gang four years ago. That was precisely the main reason he approached Cara. Whatever they needed, he was ready to give.

He just hoped he wasn't making a mistake this time around.

"Okay, boss. I'll do it."

The two brothers laughed out loud in celebration.

"Good. Good." Antonio commented.

"He deserves a reward, fratello (brother); what do you think?" Carlo said, walking back to the lady on the bed.

"Si. Si (yes), Carlo."

Antonio replied and rose for the first time since Kane walked in. His nether region stood proudly as he moved to the table in the room, his eyes raking the objects on it.

"Lock the door, pull off your clothes, and join us, Kane. Come have some of the fun." He ordered, picking up a rope of tiny steel balls.

Kane's face flushed with excitement as he hurriedly discarded his clothes. To him, this was an honour.

By the time he was done, Antonio had returned to his seat and was holding out the small object to him.

"Clip it on yourself and mount the back. Carlo, are you ready?"

"Ready when you are, brother," Carlo called back, his hands caressing the lady's body. Kane took his position at the back. His face was directly under her, giving Antonio a perfect view of the lady's wetness and his member standing proudly with the clip attached at its tip.

"Start." He instructed, and Luca resumed his torture as Kane simultaneously ate her up. The movement caused Kane's member to move in the same direction as it leaked with wetness. Antonio groaned loudly at the sight.

He followed their rhythm, furiously chasing his high until he suddenly went stiff as they reached the peak together, and ropes of wetness spilt out onto the floor.

He panted heavily as he jerked the last rope of come, then picked up the gun beside him and shot the lady in the head.

She fell flat against the mattress, the blood spilling over Luca and Kane, who were still trying to catch their breaths.

Carlo raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged in reply.

"She knows too much."