Rivalry above love-- a dark sketch of mafia life by Bluesky Idea (books to read in your 30s txt) 📖

what she meant. He locked her body between him and the tree and her breath mingled with his.

 

"Oh now, do you want me to go?" His cold palm traced the line of her cheek, down to her neck and slowly to the cleavage where they rested on her left boob before digging them out of the cup of her bra. She gasped. "You think they want the same--." He squeezed it harshly and she moaned. "--for me to go?"

 

"No." She inhaled, her body shuddering at the cold touch, the muscles of her pussy hurting with all the squirming, her lady spirit begging for release.

 

He lifted her up in his arms, her back staggering on the rough trunk of the tree. she moaned  gripping his shoulders for support. Now, her dripping pussy was locked on his stomach.

 

He would find her wet.

 

Muscles tensed, she clenched on him tightly, wrapping the legs on his waist. Just a thin cloth of her wet underwear separating their skins.

 

"Goddamnit, you're soaked to the bone."

 

Calliah was no more looking at his face, nor his body. She no more thought she could handle it. Eyes closed, she was  residing on her own head. But she knew, she was lifted on his steel like arms, her pussy fidgeting on his stomach.

 

Next thing she knew, his lips were sending amorous kisses on her neck, licking, sucking the skin of her collar bone-- long enough to leave their marks on her body. They traveled lower and lower-- lower than they should be. She winced as he pressed on her neck wounds-- the pain adding fuel to the fire, just what pain does. Her desires soaring it's coarse higher and higher.

 

His right hand massaged her hard nipples lightly and his left hand gripped her ass tight as he pressed his lips on her wounds. She groaned as she kept pulsating on his stomach.

 

As much as she wanted to set her limbs apart and invite him, she was clenched tightly to death around him.

 

What was happening?

 

He was just kissing her and she felt her climax building up like fire inside her.

 

"Commom baby, Don't clench yourself like that, I know you're flexible."

 

Baby.

 

She let out an unshamed moan and she clenched her legs even more.

 

"Oh, the things I could do with those flexible legs of yours."

 

In no time, his right hand traveled inside her panty. Her throbbing pussy rose up instantly at the touch and she struggled against his cold palm.

 

"Aaahhh.." she cried.

 

"Shut up." he ordered.

 

She obeyed. Calliah was red with lust. She opened her eyes to find the gorgeous man and his piericing gaze boring down on her.  She wanted it. She needed his dick inside her pussy so bad-- so fucking bad.

 

They were staring at each other. Blue against green. Then her eyes darted down to his lips.They were wet and she wanted to taste them so bad. Just when she was about to touch, he dodged.

 

"Please fuck me." She pleaded. He smirked. The delighted expression on his face couldn't be missed.

 

For a while, his palm just lay there on her fidgeting cunt. Then his fingers parted her lips and met her clit. She closed her eyes again. " Aahhh."

 

"Can you get wetter than this?"

 

She shook her head frantically.

 

"Oh, I think you can." He rubbed his finger against her clit harshly. Tears started forming in her eyes as she rocked back and forth on his grip.

 

"Fuck, oh fuck." Her head fell back as he kept repeating his actions.

 

She could feel his erection prodding her ass now and it made her head swirl in pleasure. Her whole body was scorching in warmth, fire building up more and more.

His middle finger went inside her gushing hole and she squirmed around his finger. Tiny tremors shook her body vehemently.

 

He curved his finger inside her but it would just go half way up. She wanted it deep inside her. She needed more. Her body ached for more.

 

"what do you want?" His left hand dug out her right boob. Now both of her boobs were hanging out of her bra. He pinched her nipple, then slowly lowering his lips on them, he suckled on it ravishly. It hurt. Calliah gritted her teeth but he kept sucking the life out of her tit.

 

"Oh, please fuck me, please." She knew she would explode very soon and she needed to. It was too much torture already.

 

He brought  his mouth out from her tit with a popping sound. His other hand followed out of her hole. She felt empty.

 

"Too bad you don't have a choice." Her body dragged down roughly from the tree and he walked away with his back on her leaving her shivering and dumbfounded..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The disgusting man

 "What do we have for dinner? Don't tell me you ate outside." Calliah climbs in the trailer.

" We need to talk." He is sitting on the couch, a prominent frown decorated his forehead. His neck length hair gelled neatly. He wore a rumpled suit and a sleek black tie that wasn't knotted properly. Buttons undone, he was  not a man who wore suits well at all.

 

But he is a mafia.

 

Isn't that what he's been wearing since like 10?

 

"But first, check this out." She twirled giving a full view of a made--out--of--leaves and twigs skirt that she had woven.

 "Cool huh? I feel very stone agy." She thought she caught a tiny smile on his lips but it disappeared just as soon as it had appeared.

 

"It's great." He spoke a while later. awkward silence followed before he spoke again.

 

"Yeah, you can stop this. I know you hate me and the feeling is mutual. Now let's go back to that and talk about business."

 

"But I don't hate you." she squeaked.

 

Ofcourse that wasn't true. Calliah had cried out of embarrasment that day. She had screamed and screamed, kicked and pushed the daylight out of trees. How she had wanted to torture him. How she had wanted to hurt him. She was this close to cumming.In the end, she ended up collecting some long leaves and twigs weaving them into a skirt.

 

"Fine, cool." the corners of his lips puckered up.

 

This man was gorgeous and she wanted to ruin that gorgeous face of his. Her resistent gaze dared to pierce his eyes. His smirk was enough to summon the anger she had felt for him earlier.

 

"aww, is my little girl frustrated--

 

She swore she could have controlled herself if he had stopped to that.

 

"--sexually frustrated?"

 

Calliah, common.

 

He is teaching you patience.

 

Nicholas would be proud.

 

Don't let him win.

 

She repeated the words she had told her all day to make herself feel better.

 

Calliah proceeded and sat on the bed facing him relentlessly.

 

"And how many girls did it take you to satiate your frustration?"

 

His smirk vanished.

 

"And I can still see you're not completely satisfied. It's written all over you." She pointed towards the frown on his head.

 

"You think you're special and all, huh? "

 

"I never say, People do it for me."

 

"Don't provoke it feisty, if you can't indulge it."

 

"What, your ego got hurt? Looks like nobody told it to grow up past 5th grade."

 

He guffawed. "I would really love to continue this feisty, but you see I am very tired and I want to go home away from you---"

 

"Fine, let's talk." She said breaking the stare.

 

"let's talk."

 

"We will leave at 8 on saturday night. Some of my people will be joining us. We are gonna make fake ID's to enter the Theodore Hotel. You will need one too."

 

"No, I don't need no ID"

 

"You have been missing for days. They'll catch you."

 

I own the fucking hotel.

 

She could trust the receptionist. She had hired her.

 

"okay." she spoke.

 

He gave her a suspicious look and she hoped she didn't mess it.

 

"Then, I will go in, knock him out, knock out the guards too and you can take him." She said.

 

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief and said.

 

"You will take him and the guards too?"

 

"You underestimate me, Mr.--"

 

"Eberstark."

 

What in the world.

 

MKE's son.

 

"what?"

 

"You're his son."

 

"Enough chit chat for a night, feisty." He stood up, neared her face. She could inhale his warm breath that tasted of rainbow and paradise.

Calliah gulped.

 

"Just remember one thing. You're gonna have to get out of that hotel sooner or later and we will be there---waiting."

 

He smiled and kissed her cheek enough to make it wet.

 

Goosebumps ran through her body and she shuddered.

 

She heard a sound of revving engine and it got fainter and fainter.

 

♠♠♠♠♠

 

Calliah was glad she could ogle her captor without flattering him from inside the trailer. He was chopping logs. Hauling, the axe on them, he broke the logs neatly and collected them. His biceps and sweaty back did amazing things to her stomach. Once in a while, he would swing his straight hair and Calliah's heart would melt a little. She hated him but she was staring at him. She was so frustrated---sexually. Masturbation never worked on her. Whenever she tried, she would end up laughing and cursing all at the same time. Not to mention, a certain somebody's face would flash in front of her whenever she neared her parts and her ego wouldn't let her jerk off to that.

She walked out, her bare feet wet with  morning dew on the grass.

 

"You're here early." 

 

He ignored her and kept chopping.

 

"Do you like it here?"

 

More haul and chop.

 

"Okay, tell me something. How did the trailer even get here in the first place?"

 

Haul and chop.

 

"You want help?" He turned and gave her a once over, his eyes lingering on her legs for a while. Still not accustomed to the way she looked in his shirt perhaps and the stupid looking leaves thay she wore ofcourse.

 

"You wanna chop in that?" He pointed his axe to her.

 

"well, I don't have to worry about you getting turned on by my legs, so who cares." She smiled.

 

"Alright feisty, join." He threw an axe to her and she grabbed it.

 

"So, what's it feel like, being the son of the great MKE."

 

Bad Calliah, what the fuck.

 

He stopped hitting the log for a moment and Calliah grimaced. 

 

"Ignoring, huh?" She pulled her hair back in a bun and hauled at the stump, it broke into four neat pieces.

 

Still pushing her luck, she dared, "what's your name?"

 

He struck his axe on the stump loudly and tured towards her. Calliah's body was in an attention position.

"what are you doing?"

 

She relaxed her muscles and dared some more. Smiling she answered,

"Well, I'm tired of you asking the obvious, MKE's son."

 

"Erhard." He turned his broad back on her and continued breaking the woods. "My name."

 

Boy, he got hard on his name.

 

Calliah gulped eyeing his back.

 

"You can stop staring at my ass now."

 

"Like you were not staring at mine."

 

She proceeded her chopping too.

 

"So you admit, you were staring." He smirked huffing the air out of his mouth.

 

"I think we can cut it now. Yes, you are hot. You got abs, this big back, and tattoos. So yes I was staring."

 

and hair, and lips and eyes and stubbles.

 

"Woah, woah. That was blunt now feisty. Tell you what, you are yet to see the most awesome thing I have." He winked.

 

Calliah nearly stumbled on her own foot but she rolled her eyes and continued her work.

 

"So what, you're not gonna compliment me, I just complimented you."

 

"I know what you're doing here, feisty. Why don't you just go inside the RV and cry some more."

 

This was enough