King of Ruin

by Sasha Leone

“Just for tonight,” Natalya whispers. “What was that, little deer?”

“I said, just for tonight. I’ll be your little whore. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. But only for tonight. I… I want to give in. But I need to know I can go back.” “Go back to what?” “To being myself.” “This is you,”

“No. It’s not. But it is fun,” she quietly admits. “I could use a little bit of fun…” J...

me. But not like I thought. She never does anything expected. To her, I’m not some all-po...

This little minx. “I’ll give you more than a little,”

But then I feel Natalya’s body ease… and hear a small giggle float up from her lips. Another fucking twist. This girl is driving me wild.

But just as my cock touches her velvet pussy, someone knocks on my office door.

does Natalya… right around my fucking cock. From under the desk, I feel her satin lips engulf my half-hard shaft. Her tongue flattens as she struggles to take me. My fingers dig into the arms on my leather chair and I forcefully suppress a grunt. Luckily, the sound of the crunching leather is loud enough to cover up the sound of Natalya choking on my erection as it reaches full mast.

But Natalya is quickly winning out. This. Little. Fucking. Minx. She’s sucking me off under the table, right in front of one of my men.

Natalya’s delicate hands tiptoe up my thighs and her hair brushes the inside of my legs. My nails dig deeper into the leather. My thighs clench. I probably look furious, but in reality, I’m just barely holding myself together. She feels fucking amazing.

“Fuck.” I feel my cock hit the back of Natalya’s tiny throat. But that’s too much for the vixen-in-training, and when she pulls out,

Before he can finish, Natalya has already gone back to work. Her tongue ripples along the underside of my shaft and she lashes mind-blowing licks around my balls with every stroke. I want to collapse and groan in agony. Fuck. No one has ever sucked my cock this good. Reaching under the desk with one hand, I grab a tuft of Nataly’s hair and feel my way back into her dripping mouth. A light gasp is all that escapes her lips before I re-fill them with my cock. I feel her gag, but I don’t release her. Not yet. This is what you get, little deer.

Still, I let out a loud round of coughs to cover up her desperate gasps for air. Then, to my absolute shock, she immediately goes back to finish the job.

I cover my face with my hands and heave a heavy sigh. It’s all I can do to smother another groan of desperate ecstasy.

It’s like Natalya can sense how restless I am. Without any provocation, she scoots in even closer. Her fingers flex on my thighs in a gripping movement before she threads them through my pubic hair. She sucks me quicker in long, luscious strokes. She’s really getting into it. I would give my right arm to grab her by the hair again and use that filthy fucking mouth right, but I can’t move. I’m at her mercy.

She gulps me in greedy mouthfuls and her hot, deadly tongue brings me to the edge of cumming all over again. She sucks me like she’s desperate to find out how I taste. It’s irresistible. I just want to sit here and let her keep sucking me forever, but Natalya has other ideas.

She kneels under my desk and rests her hands on my leg. My pre-cum dribbles down her chin.

Reaching down, I offer my hand. She takes it and I lift her onto my chair. It’s far too big for her tiny body, and she sinks into the leather like a stone into black water. Yet it somehow suits her. She looks good on my throne. Maybe I’ll get her a matching one.

“So, have I earned it yet?”

attack. You’re still far too innocent for the secrets I keep. “That depends on how well you listen,” I say, taking my turn to tease her. “Is it locked?” she asks.

“And if you do anything too naughty, I’ll lock you up too.” I release her and zip up. “Fine,” she sighs.

“Fuck,” I growl, storming over to my desk just to make sure she isn’t hiding underneath it. She isn’t. My stomach turns. Why would she leave? Damn it. It doesn’t matter. I should have done with her what I do with all my property. Locked it up.

“Hey, I just got a call from Luigi Corao,” he says, looking up. “He’s the Santarelli family’s consigliere. I—"

know who the hell Luigi Corao is. You don’t have to tell me. I thought I told you to leave me alone. Why are you here?”

wants a meeting.” “Tell him I’m busy.” “You can’t tell him that!” Valentin waves his phone in agitation. “He’s...”

down there. I want you to find four girls—one of them is wearing a little black dress. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. If you can’t find her, then find one of her friends. Find out what happened to them. I want names, phone numbers, and home addresses on my desk in an hour.”

want girls—now? What about...” “Did you hear me? They were just down there by the bar. Find out who they are and where they went.”

I know I won’t be satisfied until she’s back under my desk, sucking my cock. Next time, I’ll just have to remember to chain her down. That way she won’t ever be able to escape. Natalya doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine. And I don’t ever give up what’s mine.

The way it teased me so wickedly. And don’t get me started on that tight little pussy… Fucking hell. I need to feel it all again. And again, and again… I’ll have her. It’s only a matter of time. The only question is: will she be able to handle more of me?

It’s the gorgeous devil who seared away my innocence. Andrei.

No. Fucking. Way. Those wide blue eyes cut through the crowd like a dream. My heart skips a beat. The incessant chatter surrounding me fades into silence. It’s her.

She’s here. Slowly, a smirk washes over my face. Good.

a familiar fragrance. My pants tighten. I squint my eyes and head for the closet. When I pull the door open, Natalya leaps away with a scream. “Shit!”

“What are you doing in here, little deer?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow in feigned ignorance. “None of your business,” Natalya shivers back. “So leave me alone, okay?”

“I just want to talk.” “No. I can’t talk to you. I… I won’t.”

“And why is that?”

“I’ve been looking for you all night. I can’t stop th...

“You ruined my life,” she croaks. “Isn’t that enough for you? Go. Please… find some other girl to bother.”

She winces away, retreating back to her wall. “No…” she whimpers.

“Talk to me,” I bark, increasingly displeased. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” “You criminals and your empty promises…”

Take your promises with you. Leave me alone. I… I have to work.”

“You’re hiding in a fucking closet,”

they needed you to work, they’d be out looking for you. But I was the only one doing that. Well, now I’ve found you. So start talking. That’s an order.”

“But neither of us need to stick around. Listen, you don’t have to work anymore. I don’t think you quite grasp the reality of who I am. If you need something, anything, I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of you.”

don’t want your dirty money. And I definitely don’t want your hands on me again. I may have acted like a whore the other night, but—" “What did you just say?”

“I am not your whore,” she snaps.

“You’re no whore,” I tell her. Staring deep into her shimmering blue eyes, I let myself tower over her. “But if you’d like, I can fuck you like one.”

breath. This girl is a firebomb. A fucking wonder of the world. She is mine.

“Easy, little deer,” I whisper, rubbing my hand across her back. “Rest. I’ll protect you.” My pants remain tight, but a new primal instinct slowly overtakes that arousal. This broken angel needs mending.

“It’s okay, little deer,” I coo. “… Why is life so hard?”