Craving The Enemy🔞
The next day came like the calm before a storm—too still, too quiet. Like the city itself was holding its breath, waiting.
Adriano stood in the armory below his night club, Eden, surrounded by his inner circle and over a dozen of The Red Devils’ soldiers. His face was carved from stone, jaw tight, eyes cold.
Luca snapped the magazine into his Glock with practiced precision. “We’re ready.”
Marco loaded a shotgun with a click that echoed through the room. “I say we light the whole fucking place up.”
Serena, dressed in all black, stood near the table, her laptop open. Her expression was calm, but her fingers moved fast. “We won’t get the chance to ‘light’ anything if we don’t know the layout. Alessandro’s place is more fortified than a damn embassy.”
Adriano paced slowly in front of them all, radiating fury in every measured step.
“He thinks this is a game,” he said, voice low and sharp. “Hijacking a drug shipment worth a million fucking dollars… killing my men… and carving my family’s name into their fucking chests?” His voice cracked with venom.
He turned, his green eyes sweeping across his crew.
“He wants a war? I’ll give him hell. I’ll show him what The Red Devils are capable of.”
Just then, a voice interrupted from the stairs.
“Adriano.”
He turned to see Diamond standing there, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.
She walked toward him, stopping just inches from his chest. “I know you're pretty angry right now and I can’t say or do anything to stop you… But I need you to come back to me.”
Adriano cupped her face with one hand, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “I will,” he promised. “But I can’t let this slide, baby. If I do, I’ll look weak. And I’m not gonna let that bastard walk away thinking he won.”
Diamond looked up at him, her hazel eyes searching his. “Just… be careful. Please.”
His gaze softened for a heartbeat. “I will.”
They both leaned in and shared a slow, intimate kiss. Like it could be their last.
“I’ll be back soon,” he murmured against her lips.
“You better,” she whispered. “Or I’ll come looking.”
Adriano smirked and without another word, he turned and joined his crew, his soldiers falling into formation behind him. They piled into a convoy of blacked-out SUVs, their engines roaring like thunder as they peeled out into the streets.
—
The convoy came to a slow to a hushed stop at the edge of a secluded ridge, high above Alessandro’s sprawling estate. The mansion was perched like a predator over the hills, all sharp lines and luxury—steel, glass, marble.
Inside one of the SUVs, Serena was already hooked into the surveillance system.
“I’m in,” she said, eyes flicking across security camera feeds.
The rest of the crew leaned in.
“Jesus,” Marco muttered. “That’s a fucking small army.”
The screens showed guards patrolling in earpieces and Kevlar, cameras tracking every inch of the compound, even infrared lasers crisscrossing one hallway.
“Back gate is a deathtrap,” Serena said. “Front’s worse. But...”
She zoomed in on a service tunnel near the lower garden.
“This,” she pointed, “might be our best shot.”
Adriano leaned over her shoulder. “You sure?”
Serena nodded. “It’s unguarded. Likely forgotten. Probably a staff entrance.”
Adriano gave her a sharp nod. “Good work.”
—
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was far more intimate. The bedroom lights were low. Heavy bass throbbed from hidden speakers.
Alessandro Greco gripped the hips of the woman in front of him, beads of sweat trailing down his spine as he thrust harder into her from behind. Her moans echoed against the walls, her hands pressed flat against the bed.
“You love being my dirty little slut, don’t you?” He said while watching her ass bounce with every thrust.
“Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!” She moaned.
Alessandro picked up the pace, slamming his cock deep into her, making her cry and moan out loud with every thrust.
“You like it rough, bitch?” he said, thrusting harder into her, the sound of skin smacking against skin echoing throughout the room.
“Yes! FUCK YES!” She cried.
“Moan louder, you needy little bitch.” Alessandro said, smacking her ass.
She moaned out loud, gripping the sheets.
Alessandro grabbed her ass and smacked it again earning another loud moan.
Alessandro pulled out abruptly. “Turn over and spread your legs for me.”
She immediately obeyed, lying on her back, legs spread as he climbed over her again and slid his cock inside her. But no matter how deep he went, no matter how rough he fucked her, it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t her.
“You like that, Diamond?” he muttered between clenched teeth, grabbing and squeezing her breasts.
She gasped, “Yes, yes! Use me!”
Alessandro smacks her across face, “Who’s my dirty little bitch.” He growled.
“I am!” She cries out.
Alessandro smacks her again, thrusting deeper into her. “I said, who’s my FUCKING LITTLE BITCH!”
“I AM!!!”
He grunted, cursing under his breath as he continued to fuck her senseless. “What’s my name, Diamond?”
“Master,” she whimpered.
“Say it again!”
“Master!” she cried, turning her head slightly, eyes wild.
Alessandro gripped her throat tightly, lost in the delusion. She wrapped her legs tighter around him as continued thrusting into her until her eyes roll and she orgasms.
Alessandro kept going. He kept thrusting, chasing an orgasm that wouldn't come.
Then with a growl of frustration, he pulled out and stumbled back, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his temples.
The woman sat up, confused and breathless. “Wait, what happened? Did you cum?”
“No,” Alessandro snapped. “Obviously not.”
“Again?” she asked, raising a brow. “You sure this isn’t, like, a medical thing? You might need to see a doctor, honey.”
He gave her a cold, death glare.
“What’s your name again? Sally? Sandy? Stacey?”
“Sylvie,” she corrects.
“Right. Cindy,” he said, waving her off. “I don't need to see a doctor okay? I'm perfectly fine, I don't have any performance issues. You’re just not doing it for me.”
“First of all, it SYLVIE,” she corrects again, raising a finger and rolling her neck with attitude. “And I’m not doing it for you?” She laughs, “I always leave my customers one-hundred percent satisfied. So this is definitely a YOU problem.”
Alessandro sighed and ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. “I apologize. It’s not you,” he muttered. “It’s not your fault.”
Sylvie rolled her eyes and stood, taking off the red wig she’d worn at his request, and shaking her natural brown hair loose.
“Look… the whole roleplay thing is cute, but it’s obvious this Diamond girl’s in your head. Maybe try journaling, or therapy. Or don’t call a professional escort if you’re gonna spend the whole time thinking about someone else.”
Alessandro didn’t answer. He just sat on the edge of the bed, running both hands through his hair, lost in thought. Lost in her.
He heard Sylvie leave. Then the door shut.
He whispered to himself. “Fuck.”
Diamond. Diamond. Diamond.
It was like her name was burned into the back of his skull.
He slammed his head into the mattress once, twice, groaning. The memories crawled into his mind again. Diamond’s lips, the taste of her the first time they kissed. The way her mouth had wrapped around his cock like she owned it. The wild, untamed fire in her eyes when she punched him in the face and threw her heel at his nose. He laughed at that one.
In his entire life, no woman had ever dared to be that bold with him. And because of that, he'd been captivated by her ever since then. God, he’d never stopped thinking about her.
And no matter how many escorts he hired or how many women he bent over his desk, he still couldn't get over her.
In that moment as he laid there on his bed thinking about her, he realized,
I’m fucking obsessed.
His hand slid down his abdomen, grabbing his already hard and aching cock. He closed his eyes and let his mind fill with her—only her—as he stroked himself.
He grunted through clenched teeth as the fantasy took over, his mind burning with the memory of her on her knees in his office. Her wicked tongue. The hunger in her eyes.
He stroked harder and faster, growling Diamond’s name under his breath. “That’s it, baby… just like that…”
With a final moan, he came across his stomach and chest and collapsed back onto the mattress, panting, his heart pounding against his ribs.
But even that wasn’t enough.
He got up and dragged himself to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, steam poured from the shower as he stepped out, toweling himself off with slow, agitated movements.
Then all of a sudden—
BANG!
A loud gunshot shattered the silence.
Alessandro froze.
He dropped the towel.
Naked, muscles tense, he listened.
Another shot rang out.
Then a scream.
He didn’t move.
His jaw tightened.
And his lips curled into a cold, dangerous smile.
“Finally,” he muttered.