02 | Bloody Fūcking

*Alberto’s POV*

“Wrists.” I muttered as she lifted her wrists together for them to be tied. I wrapped her wrists tightly with my belt, making it so tight that she released a whimper. “On the couch.” I told her as she quickly got to her feet and sat on the couch, keeping her eyes on the floor. 

I unbuttoned my pants and lowered my zipper as I stared at her naked body. “Spread those legs for your capo.” I told her as I grabbed my cōck and started stroking myself. She opened her legs as far apart as she could, reclining back just a little bit in the process. “Arms up, Slūt.” I said, causing her to moan softly. 

Daniella was a sucker for degrading, which was why she had lasted as long as she had. I loved degrading women in bed. It was sort of my thing. 

I walked closer to her, finding her completely wet and ready to be fūcked. “Well, aren’t you just a needy little whōre?” I chuckled as I grabbed her by her hair and brought her closer to my cōck. She quickly opened her mouth, forcing me to wrap my hand around her throat. “Did I tell you to open your mouth?” I hissed in her ear as she squirmed on the couch, getting her juices all over it. 

“No, Capo.” She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. 

“Now, you won’t get to suck my cōck.” I told her before pulling away as I continued to stroke myself. “Turn around.” I commanded her as she quickly flipped on her stomach. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and threw her over the arm of the couch. “You know what a little slūt like you deserves?” I whispered in her ear as I pulled her asš up higher before smacking her asš hard. 

“Fūck.” She moaned loudly, making me grab her by her hair again. 

“No fūcking talking!” I hissed as I smacked her other asš, equally as hard. “I only want to hear your moans or your wet pūssy receiving my hard cōck. Do you understand?” I asked her as she quickly nodded, wiggling her asš against my erect cōck. 

Most people would be disgusted about fūcking a man drenched in blood, but Daniella always seemed to be turned on when I got home all bloody and shīt. 

I reached for her wet pūssy, smiling in satisfaction when I found her dripping and completely ready to take my cōck. That’s something about me. I will fūck. Fūck a lot actually. But there were rules. The first being no talking in the bedroom. I am talking about the females, of course. I don’t do love-making, just fūcking so I could care less if the females enjoyed themselves or not. No kissing. And lastly, I will not go down on a female. These rules wouldn’t apply to my future wife, but of course, I don’t plan on having one. Especially not after meeting the woman of my dreams and, since I know I can’t have her, I will just fūck whoever, whenever. 

I pushed her head lower on the other side of the armrest, forcing her asš even higher. Without further hesitation, I thrust right into her awaiting pūssy and fūcked her hard and fast. 

“Is this what the whōre wanted? To be fūcked hard by her capo?” I grunted as I felt my balls clap against her clīt. 

Her moaning was the only answer I needed to fūck her faster. I groaned louder when her pūssy started clenching around my cōck. “Cūm for me, Whōre.” I murmured as her pūssy clenched harder before it released her juices around my cōck. 

“Fūck!” I panted, pulling out of her pūssy as I continued stroking myself while my hand reached for her asšhole. My hand moved lower, collecting some of her juices and spreading it around her back opening. She whimpered, knowing exactly what was coming to her. “Shut up!” I hissed, connecting my palm against her asš again, making her moan. 

I gripped her waist tightly as I held my cōck against her hole with my other hand. I didn’t give her any warning as I pushed myself all the way into her back opening, causing her to gasp at the introduction. 

“Take it like the whōre that you are.” I grunted as I pushed in and out of her repeatedly. 

Before I knew it, I was groaning as I came inside her tight hole. “Shīt.” I panted, squeezing my eyes close as I coated the inside of her asš.

I released my grip on her waist and pulled out. I walked around the couch and removed the belt from her wrist. “Get someone in here to clean this shīt up.” I told her as I put my cōck back in my pants and walked out of my office. 

“Capo.” Edgardo creeped up behind me as I was going up the stairs. 

“Will I ever make it to the shower?” I sighed as I turned around to face him, rubbing my face tiredly. “What?” 

“Blanco is on the line. He said that it’s very important.” He told me, making my eyes grow wide as I quickly grabbed the phone from his hands. 

“Fratello?” (Italian for “Brother?”) I asked quickly. 

“Ah, Alberto! Quasi dimenticavo il suono della tua voce.” (Italian for “I almost forgot the sound of your voice.”) He chuckled, making me roll my eyes. 

“You asšhole.” I muttered in annoyance as I exhaled in relief. “And here I was worried that something happened to one of you.”

“It’s Isadora.” He sighed, causing my heart to beat out of my chest. 

“What happened to her?” I asked in panic as I gripped the railing tightly. 

“Her twenty-first birthday is coming up and she only asked for one thing.” He told me, making me relax as I motioned for Edgardo to leave before I made my way up the stairs again. 

“And what does my angel want this time?” I asked him as I imagined how beautiful she must look now. I mean in person, of course. I have seen her plenty of times in pictures.

“You.” He replied, causing me to almost choke on air. I couldn’t have heard that right. “She said that if you don’t show up for her birthday, not to bother sending anything either. She is quite upset about you not visiting since before her sixteenth birthday.” He told me. 

“Franc—” I was saying when he interrupted me.

“I get you are a busy man, Alberto, but you are her godfather for a reason. You were supposed to be another father to her.” He said, making me clench my fists at my side. That was exactly the problem. There was no way that I could ever see her as my goddaughter, even less daughter, ever again. “I also need your help handling some matters here, so I will not take no for an answer.” He said, making me internally groan. 

“When is it?” I asked as I massaged my temples. 

“Tomorrow.” He replied quickly, forcing my eyes to fly open. 

“Fūcking shīt, Francisco.” I shouted, walking towards the overhead shower and turning it on. There was no way I could get out of it this time.

“Like I said. I won’t take no for an answer, Alberto. See you tomorrow night.” He said as he ended the call. 

I leaned over the countertop with my head down and eyes closed. ‘I can do this. I can do this.’ I told myself before opening my eyes and looking up in the mirror. ‘You are fūcking Alberto Morello. You fear nothing and no one. It’s only a few hours anyway.’

I sighed before removing my clothes and jumping in the shower. If only the water washed away my desire like it was washing away the blood.