Chapter 5 Whatever you want

• VAN DYKE
• I wasn't one who got fazed easily, but her sudden outburst surprised the hell out of me.
• … Do whatever you want with me.
• One word you should never tell a man like me, this bitch was dumber than I’d expected.
• She was on her knees before me, clutching at my boots like a stray pitiful dog. It was the hopelessness in her eyes that got to me, she was looking at me like fucking salvation when I was in fact the one who could do the worst things to her, ruin her entirely for simply the fact that she was my enemy’s daughter.
• But I couldn't keep her here, not when she possessed Martina’s face that haunted me like a ghost, maybe I should fucking take Snake’s earlier advice, if her father and brother didn't want her, her grandfather, Old Piccolo might agree to my terms. I'd heard that old fox had retired somewhere in the Caribbean. Would he care about this bitch?
• Ignoring her desperate doe eyes, I motioned at the boys who grabbed her, yanking her upright without care, her sharp cry echoed in the air, her eyes becoming frantic. “I will obey you, please don't send me back!”
• “Wait.” My voice cracked through the room before I realized that I had even spoken.
• Fuck
• Every instinct screamed at me that I was going to regret this decision.
• My gaze lingered on her face, the anguish there licked at a part of me I thought had long burned out.
• I leaned forward slowly, “If I keep you here, girl…” I took a sip of whiskey, my gaze still holding her petrified ones “Tell me. How does that help me?”
• “I’ll… I’ll do anything for you. Please, sir… anything you wish.” She whimpered.
• And fuck—something in me twitched alive. The groan of blood filling me was immediate. My cock pressed thick against my trousers. I shifted lazily in my chair, disguising nothing. Her lips trembled and my mind painted the picture for me, her lips sealed around me, eyes wet with tears, taking me deep, gagging for her Don.
• Her words had given the spark and my imagination fanned it into flame.
• Then Snake ruined the moment.
• “Anything?” he sneered, moving closer, circling her like a dog sniffing what wasn’t his. “Did you say anything cunt? Amigo we should do that fucking gangbang, taping it might earn us a lot of money which her brother had cost us. So many men would pay to have a piece of her.”
• I saw her flinch, but then, she lifted her chin, quite a brave little thing, isn't she?
• “Anything for him, not you” Her voice shook, but her chin jerked toward me.
• My balls went heavier, my gut twisted with the surge of it.
• Lust, power, ownership, running through my veins like a drum. Her fear, her defiance, her tears…all of it belonged to me, and she was begging me to have it.
• Snake’s eyes narrowed at her, his pride clearly stung. “She’s a saucy snatch, amigo,” he muttered, “Give her to me, bro. I’ll teach her tricks. Teach her respect as a good Puta should behave.”
• “Enough. Take her to the west wing and clean her up,” I barked.
• Snake turned at me, surprise flashing in his eyes, probably because I'd never refused him something before. He'd been my best friend ever since he saved my life on that wharf years ago. We shared everything and that included whores, but for this bitch, I wasn't willing to share her, at least not yet.
• “I’ll decide what to do with her, but no one touches her but me!”
• Snake’s gaze lingered on where one of the maids was starting to lead Martina’s lookalike away “Bro…” His tone dared to test me.
• I narrowed my eyes, a low growl vibrating in my chest. “You challenging me?” My mouth curved into a cruel half-smile. He should always remember, no matter how close we were, no one was above my orders.
• He took a step back, his head lowering in submission.
• Good.
• He understood.
• That’s when Lola swayed in, in a dress that looked more like condoms than fabric.
• “You kept that garbage under this roof?” she shrieked.
• Her annoying voice grated on my ears, she was a good fuck why was I kept her around, but good lord, the bitch was annoying.
• “Who I keep under my roof is my business.”
• Color flared in her cheeks, “Then I’ll leave,” she snapped in anger, her fists clenching like a child.
• She stormed out which was a fucking good thing.
• Snake took the excuse and left as well, I sat in the dark silence, slowly emptying my liquor. Why did that bitch choose to stay behind?
• I was never one to trust easily so I kept wondering, did she truly fear her family that much, or perhaps this was a plan by the Piccolos’. Risking their daughter to stay in my mansion as a spy?
• No.
• Dante had kidnapped her from the airport. Those tickets too, plus the disguise, could only mean that she had indeed been trying to escape from her family.
• I walked out, the alcohol warm in my blood as I climbed the step. I meant to return to my room but my feet had a different idea. My boot slowed as I reached the west wing.
• Her door.
• On a whim, I pushed it open.
• My eyes found her instantly, she was fresh from the shower and wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her skin was flushed pink from hot water, and I could see the top of her creamy breasts which strands of dark curly hair tried to hide.
• “Sir?” she whispered. That throaty sound dragged a low groan from my chest. My dick was fucking throbbing, eager to continue where we'd left off even though my mind was screaming warnings.
• She was fucking fire and the last time I’d played closer to the flames, I'd gotten burned.
• I threw caution to the wind and walked closer, softly closing the door behind me. She was still frozen in her spot, her large doe eyes watching me approach like a deer caught in the headlights.
• “You said you'd do anything,” I broke the stretched silence and watched her flinch.
• Right now, I wanted her on her knees. Not begging, but worshipping.
• “On your knees!” I coldly spat the order “Show me what you are. Take that towel off!” I repeated, sharper this time.
• Slowly, with shame painted across her face, she lowered herself to the ground and loosened the towel to reveal those huge tits and slender waist.
• A smile curved my lips. That’s better. “Now, crawl” I motioned her forward by nudging her ass with my boot, and holy fuck!
• The recoil of her fat ass grew a fucking damp wet spot in my pants. Even Martina was never this curvy. This whore’s body was made to please a man, to be a fucking cum dumpster.
• Her palms pressed to the marble, her body trembling as she dragged herself toward me like an obedient pet.
• When she reached me, I lifted one boot slowly. “Kiss it.”
• For a moment, that defiant look she’d directed at Snake earlier was now pointed at me.
• Was she going to refuse now? The fun was just getting started.