"Strip!" His cold voice made my hands want to ball into a fist.
With long legs crossed, he sat in a cloud of smokes, a burning cigar in-between his index and middle finger.
The throaty laughter from men around me made my insides churn while I forced my eyes to stay on his sexy face.
"You don't want to?" He lolled his head lazily to the side as he shook off the ashy butt of the cigar before blowing off perfect rings of smoke.
"Will you make me your mistress if I do?" I challenged, fire burning in my eyes.
I watched him raise a brow as the room went silent. All eyes were on me while I pinned my gaze to his face.
He moved his legs so that they were now wide apart before dropping his cigar and squashing it under his foot.
My heart began to thump as I watched him raise slowly from his seat. All I wanted to do was run away to my room and mourn the death of my sister, but I can't.
I must avenge her by bringing him down even if it meant being his slave!
He took slow and steady steps towards me, all the time clenching and unclenching his jaws before stopping right in front of me.
His hand shot out and was around my throat before I could blink twice.
"You. do. not. order me, you cunt!"
He squeezed harder, his eyes glaring down at me but I stood my ground and tried not to wheeze even as my face went red.
"I am…desperate." I managed to splutter as I began to gasp for air.
He squeezed tighter and this time, I believed I would really be dead by tomorrow. My face would probably be splayed all over the news just like that of my sister.
I had tears in the corner of my eyes as I thought of her. Swallowing back the tears, I began to claw at his hand, seeking air. I had to be alive to avenge her suspicious death.
"You…you don't…want to miss out on eating my pussy!" I managed to let out.
My eyes were beginning to roll to the back of my head and my body was beginning to go limp.
I felt like my head was pressed under the water but not until I felt my back hit hard on the floor in a painful thud.
My fake glasses fell out of my face and I wheezed trying to catch my breath.
"GET UP!" He barked.
I made a painful swallow and crawled towards the direction of his polished shoes.
My collar got grabbed.
I struggled to breath as he dragged me across the floor and towards his chair.
I had initially barged into this infamous club and caused a ruckus so I could carry out my plans but nothing was going according to plan.
He made me kneel in between his legs as he sat back down.
"What about your pussy?" His eyes flashed, a sly smirk on his lips.
I struggled not to glare daggers at him.
"I…I am a virgin." I tried to keep a straight face as I croaked.
"And…" I coughed.
"And I am poor and need money so badly. Make me your mistress." I glared right back into his eyes this time and almost flinched when a slow smirk grazed his lips.
"Is that so?" He had a crazed look in his eyes.
In a flash, the cold muzzle of a gun got pressed to the side of my head.
My body quaked but I straightened my spine.
His eyes went cold and they stared right into mine as if looking for a sign of fear and when he found none, he readjusted and unbuckled his belt using his free hand.
My eyes never left him even when I saw something solid spring out of his trousers.
"How about you suck my cock, bitch?"
Swallowing, I looked down at his huge but bent cock and my jaw almost dropped to the floor at how thick and veiny it looked.
The gun pressed harder against my head.
'I am doing this for you Caterinna.'
I grabbed his twitching cock just like I had watched them do in those porn sites. Lowering my head while still holding his eyes, I gave his cap a good lick.
"Fuuuuucckkk!" I heard some random guy moan at my action.
I shut my eyes, suddenly remembering it wasn't just the two of us in this room but before I could have further thoughts, I heard a loud bang that made me jerk, falling back on my butt.
My ears rang and my heart raced, blood sprayed the back of my white shirt. He had shot the guy from earlier.
"You will be next if you don't get this dick down your throat."
I sat frozen, unable to think as the body of this man fell off the couch and onto the floor with a dull thud.
When he pointed the gun at me, his eyes emotionless and cold, I knew I had fucked up.
"How about…I strip?" I felt a tremor in my stomach.
I couldn't go close to him.
I watched him stand to his feet, his dick still out on full display and twitching.
Who is this heartless and shameless man?
"Suck my cock." He positioned it to my forehead, the gun pointed down at me.
I felt my jeans get soaked up.
Getting to my knees with a shaky body, I took his cock in my hand, with my eyes closed, I poked out my tongue and gave a long lick.
I had to imagine this was a lollipop.
"That's right." I heard him groan.
"Can we…excuse…BANG!"
Another gun shot and my lips opened to scream when I felt another warm liquid get sprayed on my body but he shoved his cock down my throat instead.
I gagged when he hit the back of my throat.
"Not so bad." He chuckled.
I felt goosebumps line my skin as he began to fuck my mouth while my hand flew to his thigh to stop him from going too deep.
Holding my head in place, he pushed his cock deep into my throat and stayed still for two minutes while saliva poured from the corner of my mouth as I tried to breath.
When he took it out, I fell back to my butt as I clutched my throat and coughed.
"STRIP!" He ordered.