She wanted to get away from the dimly lit room, but the doors were locked, and there was no sign of a window on the rough wall. The air in her lungs was only sustained by the air conditioner in the room, which only had a bed and a few rags worn as clothes.
She was only twelve, without knowledge of how she got there or what will happen next. The dirty-looking girl slumped down to the ground and buried her face in her palm, sobbing softly. Soon a heavy footstep echoed outside the door, followed by a killing silence. She raised her head and stared at the wooden door, filled with hope and anticipation. To her relief, the door burst open, and a man walked in. Her heart warmed up at the sight of a human being but when she peered closely at his face, the warmth disappeared and was replaced with fear. There was a mask over his face, a mask that resurrected memories of what took place before she slumped down into unconsciousness. She didn’t know who the man was or what his face looked like but she was certain that he was no savior. “Finally awake, little angel?” his hoarse voice filled the room, forcing her to cringe back in fear. “Please, don’t hurt me, please,” she pleaded, clasping her hands together as tears burned her eyes. He took a step closer, and she took a step back; they continued with that movement until her back hit the wall, putting an end to the hide-and-seek game. “Come on, honey. I won’t hurt you,” he muttered when he stood face to face with her. But the little girl knew it was all a lie. He wasn’t a human, he wasn’t an angel either. The man leaned closer and ran his cold hand over her chubby pale face, sending shivers down her spine. “But I will show you what it means to be a woman.” His chilly whisper echoed in her ear, making her heart shrink. “No!” she screamed out and made to whisk away, but the man gripped her wrist, slammed her back to the wall, and pinned her hands above her head. “No,” she whimpered, hoping for a miracle. A grip at her well-worn dress left her standing stark naked before him. He smirked and pinched her yet-to-be-bloomed buds. She gasped out as pain washed through her body. Her eyes dripped with tears, and her lips muttered words of mercy as he exploited her young, unripe body. “You will grow to be an extremely beautiful woman, little angel. You don’t have to worry, I will watch you grow into that.” Immediately, those words left his lips; he plunged her down to the bed, tore off her panties, and caused a horrified, painful scream to erupt from the little girl. ~~~~ Selena sprang up from bed, covered in sweat and cum. She gasped out and rubbed her forehead before narrowing her eyes around the dark room. A hiss escaped from her lips when she noticed the man lying next to her on the bed. She reached into her drawer and pulled out her revolver, then pinned the nozzle on the back of the man. The cold metal against his skin caused him to steer. Without thinking, he knew what that was and he knew who would dare to point a gun at him. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he muttered in a sleepy tone and knocked the gun away before getting up from the bed. His large dick dangled in between his legs as he pulled on his pants and slung his dark shirt over his body before picking up his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “You will always be the only woman to satisfy me, Selena,” he grinned, getting a glare from her. “Get out if you don’t want to lose your balls,” Selena growled in a voice that wiped off the smile on his face. He snickered and lit a cigarette before trudging towards the door. “Have you forgotten, Lorenzo?” Selena spoke up, making him crane his neck. “How many boys do you need?” he asked. Selena tilted her head, piercing him with her dark cold eyes. “How many hours did we fuck?” She returned the question. Lorenzo turned up his lips in disgust as anger darted across his dark orbs. “That wasn’t the deal!” he snapped, cautiously watching his tone. “Are you in or out?” Selena muttered in a cold unbothered voice. “But—” “Are you in or out?” she cut him off, her gaze unwavering. Lorenzo sighed in defeat and huffed. “I will send the boys over to your base,” he replied and walked out of the room. Selena breathed in and got out of bed; she lit a cigarette and stared at her nude body in the full-length mirror, circling her swollen buds with her fingers. She took a long drag at the cigarette and threw the rest of it into the trashcan before sauntering across the room to the bathroom, her bare ass quivered violently with each step she took. She dropped into the bathtub and sighed as the cold water covered her body, washing off the dirt on her body. She wasn’t just the most feared female Mafia, she was the faceless queen of the underworld. She was the only woman who made lords fall at her feet, with or without her enchanting face. Everyone knew her but not her origin. Even heirs of Mafia groups and families couldn’t beat the Mafia Queen who had no trace of a Mafia family line. She was just a Mafia, a Mafia who started her world all alone. The door creaked open and her most trusted employee walked in. Gina wasn’t just the head of the maids in her house; she was like a mother to Selena, the only one who accepted her without a doubt or question. “Master Lorenzo Almitta just left, he seemed to be in a fit of rage,” she muttered before picking up the body scrub. A dark smile dangled on Selena’s face when she heard Gina’s words. “He wouldn’t dare disobey me, he has only an hour to avoid the consequences,” Selena muttered and moaned out as Gina scrubbed her back. “I doubt he will,” Gina replied, chuckling lightly. “Will you be going to the college today? The semester began yesterday,” Gina asked, and Selena groaned, snapping her eyes open. “I have lectures to handle today. Teaching sucks,” she snickered and Gina smiled. “I hope you find a reason to keep going. Besides, the children seem to like you a lot.” “You mean the boys?” Selena groused, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. To the world, Selena Santa Cruz was just a college professor. Everyone outside the underworld knew Selena to be a grumpy yet intelligent professor. She was good at what she did and had received several awards to her name and career. Having a high IQ was one thing, capturing the hearts of grown men and young boys was another. Her body figure was so tempting that she received envy from female colleagues and shameless admiration from male colleagues. Teaching was the façade she created, and that façade had remained the perfect camouflage for the several years she’d been in the underworld. The telephone buzzed and Gina stopped scrubbing Selena’s body. She stood up and walked out of the bathroom. After answering the phone, she returned with a smile of satisfaction on her face. “Master Lorenzo sent eight boys to the base.” Selena smirked and took a drag of the cigarette in her hand, puffing out smoke that floated around her. “I think I’m in the mood to go to the college now,” she said in a sensual voice, grinning widely amidst the dark toxic smoke that surrounded her.Selena came out of the car and put on her sunglasses, ignoring the sea of eyes that stared at her. She wore the angry face she had always been using and sauntered casually towards her office. “Miss Santa Cruz,” the most annoying voice Selena had always wished not to hear echoed behind her. She bit her lips and turned, forcing a smile into her face. “Hello, Mr. Rodrigo,” she greeted, glaring disgustingly at the stout potbellied man standing some distance away from her. “Mere glancing at you brightened up my day,” he chuckled, showing off his large teeth as he ran his lust-filled eyes over Selena’s body. Selena turned up her lips in disgust, clenching her fist in fury. If only they knew who she was, they wouldn’t dare talk shit before her. “Hmmm, I hope your day remains bright,” she tried to sound as polite as possible. “Well… if you’ll pull off those odd sunglasses, then it will shine brighter,” he grinned. “Well… I hope your day will remain dark forever!” Selena wa
Tyrone didn’t feel comfortable with the way the professor stared at him. He cackled loudly, and she snapped her brows up, reeling back to her senses. Selena batted her lashes and waved him off to his seat. Tyrone walked with his head down as he searched for a place to sit. As he walked, his back burned from Selena’s lust-filled gaze. Selena continued her lecture, hoping to get out of the class soon. The more her eyes fell on the boy, the wetter she got. She wanted him so badly that she thought nothing else but his face and body. She wondered how huge he’d be down there. Was he huger than Lorenzo? She shook her head and sighed as she distributed the projects for the week before picking up her books. Her eyes strayed towards Tyrone and she felt her clit throb. She stood there, imagining his hands on her clit, rubbing it ferociously. She bit her lips and looked away as she managed to successfully suppress the moan that almost slipped out of her lips. Selena walked away as
When Selena stepped into the dimly lit hall, heads turned and eyes worshipped her.She narrowed her eyes and headed for the private meeting room, ignoring the deadly pairs of eyes that tore her dark clothes away from her body.Just like the college, the sinner’s hall was another place where she always got showered attention and lust.She narrowed her eyes at the owlish eyes staring at her body and proceeded into the private meeting room.The others were there already, talking in low tones with thick cigarette smoke lingering in the air.Selena walked into the midst of the five Mafia Lords and took a seat, curtly waving off the pairs of eyes that stared at her when she entered.There were seven top-ranking Mafia Lords in the underworld; one of them was Selena, and the rest were Alonzo Santiago, who had been murdered; Nikita Anderson, who was Selena’s closest female rival; Lorenzo Luis; Miguel Luciano; Sabastian Morrill, and Gilberto Blackwood.Each of them came from a powerful M
Tyrone's gaze was fixed on his reflection as everything that happened a while ago haunted his jumbled-up mind. He felt like he was going insane, he felt confused and betrayed. No one mentioned anything like an auction to him before he agreed to strip on that stage that tore his life away. What was he? A piece of unwanted and discarded object that could catch the attention of someone else? Tyrone huffed and ruffled his hair, filled with indignation as he spun around and faced Sally. Sally gave him an indifferent stare before tilting her head sideways. “Get ready; the queen is waiting for you," she muttered, and Tyrone scoffed in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she was acting unbothered after everything that happened. “What exactly am I?" He snapped as Sally began to walk away. His outburst froze Sally and forced her to switch her attention back to him. Her chestnut eyes dimmed and she clenched her fist, glaring intimidatingly at Tyrone. “You are a stripper, you
Selena stroked his balls, gently squeezing them. Tyrone gasped out and held onto the table for support as he bit his lips, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to slip off his lips. Selena’s hands slowly moved from his balls to the slightly erected cock begging for some attention. She traced kisses on it and rubbed the shaft, running her tongue on the opening. Tyrone groaned out when he couldn’t control the ecstasy bubbling in him. He watched her grab his cock and stuff every inch of it into her mouth. Selena moaned out softly as she felt half of his cock down her throat. She started sucking it slowly, popping it in and out of her mouth. Tyrone’s jaws dropped and he gasped out as his belly churned. Selena increased her pace and began sucking it ferociously, squeezing the twin balls mercilessly and biting the reddened shaft in her mouth. Tyrone groaned again and gripped a handful of her dark hair. That was his first time experiencing that kind of feeling with
Selena sighed and reached out to touch Tyrone, but when she felt a space beside her, her eyes snapped open, and she sat up on the bed. Her lips turned up in anger as she stared at the space beside her. The door burst open, and she looked up expecting to see Tyrone, but to her disappointment, Gina trudged in instead. She sighed in disappointment and glanced at the clock ticking away in the silent, tense room. “Where is he?” She muttered, and Gina gulped hard, avoiding her dark, penetrating eyes. “He begged me to let him go,” she muttered and Selena scoffed, outraged. “You let him go?” Selena groused and threw off the lampshade on the bed stand. The lampshade crashed on the floor, shattering to pieces, Gina gasped out in horror and flinched back. “I bought him with a freaking million dollars!” Gina's eyes widened in shock and her jaws dropped open. “Bought?” She gasped, staring at Selena in disbelief. Selena ran her fingers through her hair and chuckled manically bef
Tiger shielded Selena's face with his large hands and the bullet wheezed into his hand instead. “Shit!” Selena spat as Tiger groaned and clenched his bleeding arm. Selena reached into her bag and pulled out the gun hidden inside. She stuck her head out and shot at the tires of the car. The cars screeched and crashed violently into each other. Tiger turned on the ignition and drove off with his uninjured hand, cursing under his breath."Who the hell did this?" he snapped, heaving loudly in anger. Selena cranked her head back, staring curiously at the thick smoke that rose from the cars. “Go back,” she muttered coldly, her eyes still fixed on the car that was almost disappearing from the distance. “Boss,” Tiger said in surprise. “Do as I say!” Selena snapped. Tiger swallowed hard and took a reverse back to the spot. Selena got out of the car and moved towards one of the cars. With the gun in one hand and her hand clasped around one of the doors, she pulled it open and