Quenching His Dirty Taste

I heard the loud thud of footsteps and the sharp slap of shoes against the hallway floor, followed by my name being shouted.

"Claire!"

Immediately, I jumped up and scrambled to hide the evidence of my rebellious plans scattered across my bed. It was always part of my routine to clear everything within thirty seconds of hearing my name echo through the apartment hall—before Luciano could let himself in. No matter how many times I asked him to lower his voice so as not to alert the neighbors, he never listened. He never listened to anyone.

I barely managed to shove the last of the documents under the bed before a heavy knock rattled my door with enough force to nearly knock it off its hinges. I knew exactly what that knock meant. After all this time, I could tell it could only be one of two things: Luciano was in a bad mood, or he was in an absolutely terrible mood—and I didn't even want to guess which it was today. The red silk tie that went flying across the room as I hurried to the door was answer enough.

Luciano Sebastian was in an absolutely terrible mood, and I was going to pay for it.

"Strip!"

With one command, I obeyed like a trained dog, quickly stripping my clothes off as if I couldn’t get them off fast enough. But it wasn’t fast enough for him. He yanked me down to my knees in front of him, and I immediately set to work, loosening the leather belt around his waist. In one quick motion, I tugged down his pants and underwear, and his familiar hardness sprang up before my face.

As I started stroking him, my mind wandered. What had gone wrong for him today? Which one of his shady deals had fallen apart? How much dirty money had he lost? Who had pushed his buttons this time, and whose blood had he spilled to vent some of his anger, before coming here to pour the rest into me?

"In your mouth," Luciano growled. I stopped stroking and took him in, knowing exactly how to please him—it’s all I’ve done for the past seven years. Like washing dishes, scrubbing floors, or doing laundry, pleasuring Luciano had become just another chore.

I licked at the pink, throbbing cap of his member, and it made him grab my hair on impulse. His breathing became heavy, and the sound of it was the only thing that disrupted the silence of the room. 

I took him fully into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, and it sent Luciano's eyes rolling in their sockets and his head reeling to the back. As much as I despised him, that look on his face when I pleasured him was nothing short of angelic. Maybe it's because this was the only time I felt like I had control over him.

I have to admit, Luciano is sinfully handsome. I don't think anyone would disagree with me on that. In fact, I'd go as far as to say he's the prince of Hades himself, with features that could put Adonis to shame. His eyes are a dark brown with specks of hazel that light up like honey when the light hits them. The bridge of his nose has been broken a few times, but it still manages to fit perfectly with his face, giving him a domineering yet dangerous look.

Luciano's body is equally impressive. He has broad shoulders and a strong back that's supported by sturdy legs with bulging muscles. Even when he's stuffing his dick aggressively into my mouth, his muscles don't cave in no matter how hard I grab them. And his tall frame always manages to shame the door of my room, casting a shadow that's greater than the door could ever dream of.

But as impressive as Luciano's physical attributes are, they can't change the fact that he's a monster. He's the infamous Mafia boss of the Silver Fox mafia gang club and my worst nightmare. He took my life away from me years ago and relegated me to the life of being nothing but a slut and a plaything to him.

"Look at me. Let me see your eyes on me," he bellowed, tugging harder at the roots of my hair and shoving the rest of his big hard member down my throat as I struggled to suck him and take all of him in. I obeyed and looked up into his swirl of brown eyes. I've known him long enough to know that kneeling naked in front of him and looking at him while sucking on him is a major turn on for him. So I looked into Luciano's eyes.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw more than just his angelic look of pleasure. I saw my nightmares in the depths of his orbs. I saw the brutality with which he killed my parents in front of my very own eyes. I saw the way he abducted me and the moments he took my innocence. The moments he used me over and over again.

And I hate him for it. For everything.

Luciano started thrusting into my mouth with even more force. His rage radiated off him in shocking waves, but all I could do was kneel and take his assault on my mouth. He grabbed my hair and sank himself deeper into me. The room echoed with the slapping wet and slurpy sounds of his thrust inside of my mouth and the ragged breathing that left his lips.