Vendetta: Mafia's Deadly Game

Treat me like a woman

[Daniel Pov]

I left my penthouse for a walk and was lost in thought while smoking a cigarette when I suddenly heard my phone ring. I took it out of my pocket and saw a number displayed on the screen. Why is my mom calling me now? I wondered as I answered the call.

"Is there a message from the Singapore delegates that the meeting has been postponed?" she asked.

"Yes, she will be here next week," I replied, brushing my hair back from my forehead.

"Why next week?" his angry voice came through the phone.

"There are some reasons. I'll explain in detail tomorrow... What the heck!" I exclaimed in frustration as a man pushed me forward.

"I'll talk to you later about this. I'm busy at the moment," I quickly ended the call and kept my eyes fixed on the same person.

"Hey, someone has fallen from above."

"Yes, I also heard the sound of something breaking, as if someone had fallen from a high floor."

"Has anyone died?"

"It appears to be a girl."

"This seems to be a police case."

"Is this a crime scene?"

Gradually, people began to gather around Ava's lifeless body, engaging in hushed conversations and expressing their condolences for the deceased. Despite her passing, her eyes remained wide open, as if she had witnessed something peculiar before her demise and forgotten to close them. Her face bore a frozen expression of horror, with the skin around her mouth and under her chin appearing rigid, as if reluctant to detach from the bones.

Her long black hair cascaded onto her forehead, prompting speculation about how she could have fallen and sustained such a severe head injury. Some speculated that she may have been thrown from a great height by a vengeful murderer. Others pondered the unfortunate circumstances that likely left this woman without a chance to seek help.

Blood trickled from the side of her head, making its way to the back of her skull like water down a drain. Carefully, someone stepped over the bloodstain, feeling the thick, warm syrup-like sensation under their shoes. Her shoes were left beside her lifeless body. One hand rested on the floor while the other tightly gripped a shattered glass. Her right leg bent at an unnatural angle, with her foot slightly hovering above the ground. As news of Ava's death rapidly spread, the hotel staff promptly contacted the authorities. Frustrated, I distanced myself from everyone and made my way towards my penthouse. Standing there any longer was becoming increasingly difficult for me.

Upon entering the room, my gaze immediately fell upon Sarah, who was seated in front of me. I was taken aback to see her in this state.

"When did you return from Sydney?" I forced a laugh and inquired.

"Well, you see," she began, attempting to sound as sincere as possible, "I had a layover in Sydney, but I never actually left the airport. I only had a connecting flight, and as soon as I landed, I hurried straight here to meet you."

I remained silent, although I couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked at that moment. She narrowed her eyes and observed me closely. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I... I'm okay, it's just a business issue... you know... you were saying... you came here for the first time, do you want to explore the city?" I inquired, taking a deep breath in an attempt to collect my thoughts.

"No, I don't have any intention of exploring the city. In fact, I wanted it to be a surprise," she responded, her intense gaze unwavering. "I thought it would be a romantic gesture to bring something special back for you. However, I couldn't bear to wait any longer to see you, so I decided to come straight here instead."

She gazed at me for a while before embracing me. "You've been unusually silent," she whispered, deliberately pressing her firm breasts against my back. She was aware that I wouldn't be able to resist. I never could.

"I have a lot weighing on my mind," I exhaled slowly and wearily.

"Then let me ease you," she drew nearer to me and positioned herself directly in front of me, uttering, "May I have your permission? Will you treat me like a woman tonight?" She leaned in and gently nibbled on my earlobe, then slowly kissed her way down to my jaw.

She always had a way of keeping me on my toes, and she knew how to make me do what she wanted. She skillfully unbuttoned my shirt and said, in her seductive voice, ''You know, when you suddenly left me in Sydney, I was shocked. I couldn't stop thinking about you every night." Her fingers trailed down from my abs to my pants.

"And what was going through your mind?" I managed to ask.

She smiled, "I thought about your taste. I thought how it would feel to have you inside me again."

I immediately grabbed her neck and crushed my lips on hers. My tongue invaded her mouth, our tongues entangled. I was too desperate to take her in. It has been far too long. I needed to be with her now.

She pushed me back, looking surprised, "What?" I groaned.

"Why do I detect the scent of another woman on you?''she questioned and I swiftly silenced her. My body system has been activated and It's impossible for her to regret anything now. Without wasting any time I pushed my tongue inside her mouth.

She gasps at the sudden invasion. Her moan is music to my ears, it made me want to devour her alive. "Oh God! I missed her," I thought as I placed one hand on her waist and carried her on my lap. Our tongues were fighting for dominance and I was not prepared to surrender. I desired to savor this moment.

My hands started roaming from her face, down her back and then slowly lower. I couldn't contain myself anymore, I wanted to feel her bare skin underneath my touch. Her breasts were already hard. I tug her neck roughly, "Err! Hell no" she whimpered. Her moans and breathy voice seems to make things up in my body and my s****l desires increase.

I slowly pulled away and whispered, "You are mine." She nodded and her eyes were full of lust. She wants me even more than I want her. Damn her pretty face that has so many different shades of pink. f**k this b***h! I want to f**k every part of her! I'm going to make sure she feels every pleasure. But first I have to find her release, I need to taste it. I suck her n*****s as hard as I can until they turn white. Her moans became louder and louder.

I moved her skirt up from thigh and began to caress her skin. She arched her back and clung to me uncontrollably as I assaulted her breasts. She shivered and wrapped her arms around my head as I tugged her lacy underwear and bit against her n*****s.

"Oh f**k Sarah! you are so dead tonight," I put on her bed and unbuckled my belt. I couldn't think anymore. I want her desperately. I ached for her so badly. She helped me unzip my pants. As I bent over her she wrapped her legs around my waist. I gasped and began to move against her.

Oh God!

I am experiencing sheer bliss. I am able to let go of all my worries. Who on earth in his right senses is able to resist this....This....bitch.....she is irresistible. I can't stop myself anymore. I'm about to explode. And she doesn't even know how good she makes me feel. Every single thing. Every minute I spend in her presence is worth it. Her moans are driving me insane. She grinded herself on me and I didn't dare to stop myself. I don't care how much pain I'am putting her in. I need to feel her like nothing else. I need to fill every empty spot in my soul, and it will all be because of her. I claimed her completely.

Finally, I collapsed onto her chest with a sigh of relief, grateful that I could do so as my eyes began to close in the most comfortable manner. Her fingers still clung desperately to the bed sheet. After calming down, I rolled off her and embraced her tightly, cuddling up. "I missed this, Daniel, so intensely and desperately," she said, still half moaning and half breathing. Finally, I drifted off to sleep, gently running my fingers through her hair. This night was incredibly sensual and passionate; I didn't want it to come to an end.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open as the alarm clock blared. I noticed that Sarah was still fast asleep, so I reached over to the side table and turned off the alarm. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was still 4 am. I picked up my pants from the floor and put them on before getting out of bed. I lit another cigarette and made my way out of the penthouse to smoke. The police were still lurking around, and her lifeless body had been taken to the hospital for investigation.

As I stood next to the pillar in the corridor, the flickering lights of police cars illuminated the dark street below. The investigation was still in progress, and the presence of law enforcement only added to the eerie atmosphere that hung in the air. The hotel had now become a crime scene, and the once lively corridors were now filled with whispers and hushed conversations.

I inhaled deeply from my cigarette, attempting to calm my racing thoughts. Memories from the previous evening flooded my mind. I disregarded the ongoing police investigation and shifted my focus to the postponed meeting and the declining stocks. As time passed, the hotel buzzed with activity. Detectives interviewed both guests and staff, diligently searching for any clues that could potentially lead them to the killer. The once opulent hotel had now transformed into a solemn place, haunted by the memory of her lifeless body.

Returning to the room, I noticed that Sarah was still peacefully asleep. The bedside lamp cast a gentle glow on her serene face. Sarah's tousled hair cascaded over the pillow, and a contented smile graced her lips. Quietly, I tiptoed towards the bathroom, being careful not to disturb her slumber.