“I want to hear you scream. Don’t you dare hide how good I make you feel,” I command.
“I’m sorry. Fuck, it feels so good,” she exhales. Isabella clenches down hard around the gun. I pick up the speed and hear the sound of her wet pussy as she releases the sweetest of symphonies I’ve ever heard as she screams my name so loud.
“Yes, like that. Please, faster. I’m so close.” Isabella begins pushing herself down on the gun as it travels deeper into her pussy. Fuck, this sight will forever be etched in my memory and replayed on a loop in my mind. Her breathy pants become louder and I know she’s about to come.
“Fuckkkkkk! Yes, yes, yesssss!” She squirms on my lap, arching her back against my chest, succumbing to her climax.Diosito santo, she looks like a walking wet dream; panting, satiated, and with a crazed look in her eyes. Oh, it looks like my girl wants more. I know just what she needs. I carefully remove the barrel out of her stretched pussy and bring it to my mouth, licking it clean. She tastes like heaven mixed with a little bit of hell. Rejoicing and coming down from her euphoria, Isabella moves the gun away from my mouth and slams her lips against mine. Lost in our kiss, everything else fades into the background. Suddenly, we hear roaring grunts and growls. We part as we see the men across the glass moving like a beautiful work of art.
“Oh, I’m gonna come,” Niccolo whines. Dario pistons his hips forward one last time as they reach ecstasy. I look at Isabella, smiles on both of our faces. Reading each other’s minds, she rises from my lap and situates herself to look presentable. She gives me a chaste kiss before I grab my gun and tuck it in real nice in my leg holster.
“Let’s go join the party,princesa.” Isabella chuckles and takes my hand as we make our way inside the exhibition room.
We burst through the doors, startling the guys as they reach for the sheets to cover up. Dario’s face pales at the comprehension of the situation.
“Well, well, well, look at you whores fucking like no one’s watching. You do know that this is an exhibition room, right?” I ask with a mischievous grin, looking like the fucking Joker. Relief washes over Dario’s face as he and Niccolo realize who we are, but it slowly morphs into mortification at picking the wrong room. I look at Isabella, her eyes pleading to relieve him of his mortification and tell him the truth. I roll my eyes, move closer to the purple satin sheets, and sit near their position.
“Don’t worry, D. Alejandro texted as soon as he noticed and I ran everyone out. Didn’t stop us from enjoying the show, though,” I tease, motioning between Isabella and me. I reach for her hand, bringing her closer, and gesture for her to sit on my lap.
“Gracias a Dios, pero cómo chingaos paso eso,” he barks. You know Dario is seething big time when he goes back to speaking in our native tongue.
“I guess you really wanted to fuckpretty boyhere so much that you didn’t even pay attention to where you were. Can’t say that I blame you, either,” I say, smirking. Isabella playfully swats my arm, chastising me for being a tease.
“Alright, pipe down,little devil. You won’t be teasing when I fuck that attitude outta you,” Niccolo boldly exclaims. My eyes bug out as I look at him, and now it’shis turnto throw me off balance with a shit-eating grin. Jesus fuck, we like to throw little jabs at each other here and there, but the energy in this room is extra charged with the sexual desire we all crave. Too busy looking at Niccolo and his Sinful Alliance tattoo resting on his pec, I miss Dario kissing Isabella’s cheek and telling her she looks beautiful while she writhes on my lap at his praise.
“Cat got your tongue, Cat?” Niccolo provokes as I return my attention to him and his naked state. I smile when an idea sparks in my head.
“Watch it, pretty boy,” I say as I go to slap his naked ass. He whimpers at my touch, a spark of desire coming to life in his eyes.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.We are knocked out of our dazed looks when we hear a buzzing sound coming from one of the guys’ pants on the floor. Isabella immediately gets up to retrieve it, holding up the phone and shaking it in the air to determine whoit belongs to. Dario gets up and walks over to her with his tatted body, glorious under the cool, white glow of the chandelier. The roaring bear on his left pec and the prayer beads around a small cross splayed on the right pec are sexy on his chest. Don’t get me started on his arms. A crown of thorns rests on his left forearm, traveling down to his Sinful Alliance logo, while his last name,Ramos, is on his right, leading to a skull tattoo adorned on his hand. Lastly, the small cowboy hat on the back of his neck pairs perfectly when he accompanies it with his trusty, black, cowboy hat. He covers his cock as he pries the phone gently out of her hands. He looks at the screen and says, “It’s Maeve. She left a voicemail, gimme a minute.” We all stare at him, waiting on bated breath at what could possibly be so important that we need to be interrupted. Dario removes the phone from his ear, locks the screen, and trains his eyes our way.
“We have a problem.Amorcito, get dressed. Maeve said October caught Frank Evans killing a charmer in the Sex, Chains, and Whips room. We gotta handle it,” he orders, handing Niccolo his clothes to get dressed as he finds his own. I garner Isabella’s attention and tilt my head in the direction of the door, indicating that we should leave the guys alone and go fill Alejandro in.
Five minutes go by, and Niccolo and Dario join us outside as Alejandro and I radio our crew to head over to the scene of the crime. I look up, andJesus fuck, they look just as hot in their clothes as they do out of them. Dario in his usual get-up of dark jeans and cowboy boots, but instead of a clean, black t-shirt, he has on a fitted, dark purple, button-up. Niccolo looks dynamite in a three-piece, all-black suit with matching black, glossy, wingtip shoes. Completing their ensemble are two light-up, fully covered masks that I know Dario obviously didn’t choose to wear, because it prevents the use of his trusty, black cowboy hat.
“Let’s go kill this motherfucker,” I declare as I pick up my lucky machete and slide my mask back into place.
How Villains Are Made by Madalen Duke
I scan the card my father acquired for my entry into Purple Haze, the most illustrious sex club in Texas. The body scanner and facial recognition camera take a full scan of me and Willow. The light then turns green as the black hidden door opens. I escort Willow, my best friend of fifteen years and occasional hookup, inside the sex club. We walk towards the front desk, stopping in our tracks and eyeing the beautiful, sleek, and minimal décor of the gray cushioned seating alongside the foyer. We turn and notice the walls are painted with a splatter of black and deep purple, paying homage to the club’s namesake. The haunting and dark aesthetic matches the modern architecture, from the open and well-defined floor plan to the simplicity of the onyx-tinted tempered glass windows, encasing the interior.
“Wow, this place looks so sleek and expensive. I can see why it’s so popular,” Willow verbalizes with amazement. I agree; it looks rich, but it also looks enchanting in how it intrigues me. The deep want to explore every sacred corner of this place. From the corner of my eyes, I see the newly elected state senator with a charmer sitting on his lap, making out on the cushioned booth while his wife sucks the charmer’s dick. Near them is a young technology billionaire who just sold his second company, which deals with technology that can cure cancer for two billion dollars. He was named Forbes 30 under 30 last spring. He also just so happens to be one of my ex-boyfriends. When I notice him choking a charmer as he tugs their cock forcefully, I quickly turn around and reply to Willow.
“It sure does. C’mon, the quicker we check in at the front desk, the faster we can explore,” I say swiftly. I take Willow’s hand and lead us towards the beautiful, black-haired and blue-eyed receptionist. Willow lifts her light blue, LED Halloween Purge mask and places it above her head. I follow Willow’s lead and remove my red LED mask, holding onto it with my left hand as I look at the woman in front of me. The receptionist is smiling from ear to ear, and when I turn to look at Willow, she’s smiling the same way.Oh shit, these two have totally fucked before.
“Hi, Amara. How are you doing this evening, baby?” Willow says flirtatiously.
“Well, hello there, my beautiful Willow,” she replies.
“We’re new patrons. Here’s our referral card; what else do we have to do?” Willow states excitedly.
“Oh, you’re Governor Frank Evans’s son. He’s a wild one; I hope you won’t give us any trouble,” Amara chastises.
“One,ew. I did not want to hear that my dad isa wild one, and two, absolutely not. Willow can vouch for me; I’m about astame as they come. I promise,” I pout, trying to use my Southern charm while shooting her a wink.
“Okay, you flirt; I believe you. So, first, we can give you this smartwatch that tracks your vitals and allows you to gain access to authorized areas. Unless, if you already have this brand of smartwatch, we can attach this tracker to the watch, reboot it, and it will immediately help you gain access.”
“I don’t have a watch, but he does, so it looks like I’ll need one,” Willow exclaims.
As Amara puts the smartwatch on Willow’s delicate right hand, turning the watch on, she goes over the rules on what we can and cannot do. When she’s done with Willow, she turns to me with the chip. I extend my left hand, and she attaches the chip to my watch. She gestures for me to reboot it and I follow instructions, doing as I’m told. It lights up with code work before the signature logo for Purple Haze shows up, taking control of my watch.
