Chapter 8

Chapter 8
When Bloody returned after the call the lounge was quiet, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, but it was quiet. His woman sat on the chair smugly smiling and shaking her leg crossed over the other one, the guys occasionally threw glares at her. As the gang leader looked back to back at everyone he cleared his throat, now they were all pretending not to glare at Avalyn.

He didn't say anything to anybody, simply took several strides further inside throwing glances at every one of them.

“Where is Renzo?” he acknowledged the fact that his underboss was not present.

“He left a few moments ago,” Keagan was the one to speak up.

“Hmm,” Bloody shifted his focus to Avalyn. “You, come here.”

It took a while for her to realize who he was addressing. “Me? Oh, me?”

“We are leaving,” Bloody revealed to the twenty-five-year-old all dolled up. “Come,” he raised his gloved hand motioning for her to come and take it, she did it but along the way snarkily looked at some of his men. That action didn't bother him although it should've, it did not because his eyes were too busy taking in the sight of her magnetic breast. Dirty and unholy thoughts of things he'd like to do with her crossed his mind, and when she held his hand he imagined himself pulling her to his chest and kissing her.

He took her hand and left her outside which was a hall, they went straight down it to the elevator. A red carpet covered every part of the ground below. The air smelled of white musk and cinnamon, it was strong and alluring, so enticing that Ava turned to the source. Her mind began contemplating as her eyes drank in his light-skinned form.

Bloody is one prepossessing man, albeit confusing and mercurial. He is the detailed definition of unpredictable, she couldn't keep track of the numerous sides to this man and she's known him for less than a day. All of his sides do share one thing in common, looks that a human shouldn't possess. Bloody was lofty, Avalyn is five feet four inches, standing without heels her head stops at his chest. If her calculations are correct he falls between six feet one and six feet four. Generously given to him with his height was his looks, his face was a neat collection of chiselled, strong lines framed by thin brows and curly two-coloured hair.

Currently, he is in a brown plaid trench coat, black turtleneck and plaid brown slacks. His hands are hidden by pitch-black gloves and his feet are in black leather shoes. His semblance makes her wonder how a man who has an average personality and classy taste in fashion has SUCH a horrifying reputation.

The rumours of him decapitating politicians and burning down churches filled with citizens are lies, right?

The waiting elevator slid its doors open allowing the pair access. Bloody pressed the button for the first floor when they entered.

Avalyn backed up to the corner, she had a bad feeling about being in an elevator cart alone with a Mafia Don. And her suspicions were right. He turned to her shortly, eyes darkened into lust-filled navy blue orbs. The way he stared at her made a wave of heat flood her pussy, it gave a throb.

Bloody slowly approached her, like a bunny being cornered by a wolf.

He lifted his arms to trap her between them on the wall, their eyes couldn't stray from each other and that was concerning to the woman who just noticed the severe height difference now that he was so close. Too close.

Bloody swiftly captured her lips, kissing her roughly as his hands explored her plump body.

She held his firm forearms trying to push him off but all efforts resulted in futility. Avalyn had no choice but to accept him.

The man appreciated this and took advantage of it, pushing away the fabric of her gown to grab her thighs and hoist her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing her into the corner. He felt her panic but sizzling kisses on the neck later and she was more concerned about them getting caught. Did the man care? Hell no.

He squeezed her thighs, biting into her neck and pressed his growing erection against her warm pussy's entrance. He took in her smell of baby powder, cotton candy and pinewood, each scent was there just as Nox had described. The mixture had his mind going crazy, feral instincts kicking in and anger washing him in the form of sweat.

Nox. He wants his woman dead. Not happening.

“Bloody wait! What if someone comes in here?” Ava stopped him from harassing her breasts any further.

In a deep, chillingly-cold voice, he looked up at her and said, “Then let them. Let them watch me take care of my baby girl,” his eyes were at this point so dark his pupils seemed nonexistent.

If she wasn't afraid of him before, she is now.

He dropped her to the floor and turned her to face the wall, smacking her ass to watch it jiggle. Bloody twirled her hair, after getting a good grip on it he tugged her head back to lace kisses on the curve of her jaw and jawline. While kissing her all over the face to make her softly moan his free hand snaked down her body, lifting the black cloth covering her vulva to touch it. She was cleanly shaved and smoother than butter. Bloody groaned, reaching down to lick the spikes on her collar all while his fingers shifted the G-string to slide between her labia lips, they closed then came back up to rub on her clit. His digits pressed down on the hood before finding the treasure under it and merciless torture it.

“Oh my God…” Ava held his hand, her ass now fully backed up on the man. The feeling of her clit being rubbed sent delicious tingles to her brain, her nipples hardened and her pussy leaked honey the Don wants to taste the sweetness of.

“Who's your master?” he grabbed her throat, beneath her attractive collar.

“Mhmm,” Bloody rubbed her clitoris but at the same time teased her opening. She felt liquid come from her body to soak his fingers. Ava bit her lips to muffle the moans.

“Answer me little bunny,” Bloody licked her ear. His hot breath fanned it and sent shivers across her skin. “Call me your master.”

“Oh God, master!” she held the wall as his pace grew faster and faster, he pushed his caged cock against her ass–now and then grinding on it, she felt the hardness of his organ. “Bloody wait–Aah!” he bit her hard on the ear and shoulder.

“Who's your master?”

“Y-you are...”

“A little louder.”

“You are!”

“Say it in a full sentence, little bunny.”

“You're my master–Aah! Oh sshh...” she climaxed right there, her juices soaking his fingers and dripping onto the ground. It was a bad day to wear a string for underwear. Even after she reached her high, Bloody ran a finger between her labia lips, pressing the opening to make her think he'll enter but withdrew every time. “You...fucking asshole!”

Bloody finally took out his soaked digits, his other hand holding Ava by the waist since she seems weak after the orgasm. Her body shuddered in his arm's hold, prompting a proud smile to blossom. He kissed her on the cheek, then sucked each one of his fingers off, enjoying the taste.

“I see you've been eating healthy amounts of pineapples, you taste good, baby,” he kissed her again.

“Remind me why my parents didn't just get an abortion or feed me to sharks after birth again?”

He chuckled. “Don't be a joy killer. Come, we've arrived.”

When the pair turned around Ava moved to the opposite side of the small space, the elevator pinged and opened, and her eyes went wide. It was a Casino! And at the moment, her cleavage had red marks everywhere. She didn't even want to think of her neck, shoulders, ears or the liquid evidence of a climax in the corner. Ava wanted to ask Bloody to go back up and change but he was not having it.

“But–”

“If we go up I'm going to fuck you the way there. And when we arrive I will continue to fuck you, and even after we arrive I will not stop,” he smiled innocently, “It is your call sweetheart, would you like to keep going or get fucked the way up?”

“I despise you.”

“Everyone does, unsurprised. Now let's go,” he took her hand and walked her out. His erection wasn't fully down but it didn't bother him, he's done some very unholy things in elevators before.

Avalyn knew it would happen but still wished she was Dracula with the ability to turn into a thousand bats and disappear. The hated looks from women she received and leers from male occupants were becoming increasingly overwhelming. Without any other option, she held onto Bloody tighter as a signal.

He caught on instantaneously and whistled for his boys, a whole army of men in black surrounded him and his woman to protect her from the prying eyes of the people. For extra protection he removed his coat to place over her shoulders, he locked the gold chain that connected one collar's end to the other around her neck so it could stay without falling off her.

To say she was surprised beyond what she thought of this man would be near damn rude, Avalyn had no words. Her, the Godfather who owns her, and the godfellas in their all-black suits left the building for the mansion that would be her new home.

Not knowing what happened to her friend–more like her mother–upset her deeply. However, Avalyn Monroe would find out all too soon the reality. Not only that, the new life that awaits her is one she would never think of herself being a part of.

But as the saying goes, one should expect the unexpected, even if it comes in the forms of four-legged predators that stalk the night.