Raphael Romano

"I've found her," Marcello declared over the phone. "Good. We will be in Russia in a few days." I told him and then hung up the phone.

I flipped the small phone upside down and removed the cover then pulled out the SIM card, tossed it in the microwave, and watched it as it disintegrated.

"She's been found?" my little sister asked from across the room. I turned on my heel to face her and watched while she polished each of her bullets.

I did not bother to question what she was doing. "Yes. We've got her friend."

Abree nodded, her fawn curls bouncing each time she moved her head. "You know."

"Papa putting me in this mission was his best idea." Abree pointed out. I walked over to the mini bar, offering myself a Russian Bear drink. "Would you like to enlighten me, lil sis?"

Abree chuckled. "You men have this intendancy to catch feelings for your victims mainly if she's pretty and can easily be controlled."

"Especially you big brother." she gestures toward me.

I took a seat beside her; an unwanted feeling clouded my mind when I know where this conversation will lead to.

"Abree..." I warned. She threw her hands up in defense a cocky smirk plastered across her lips. "Just saying, remember when you got obsessed over Rodriguez's older daughter, Juana?"

"That was four fucking years ago," I uttered.

Juana was the daughter of the infamous Mexican drug lord Rodriguez. My father and Rodriguez worked together once upon a time.

Rodriguez would share 30% of his profit when he smuggled drugs into the US borders and my father dealt with weapons so he'd share 30% of his profit. Together they were unstoppable but sadly things changed when I met Juana.

"If you think what you had with Juana was love. Brother, you are simply mistaken."

Abree began to set her bullets in order from the deadliest one to the non-deadly. I took a sip of my drink. "What do you know about love?" I asked curiously. Abree paused and laughed bitterly. She turned to look at me, studying me carefully.

"Love can make you do crazy things," Abree argued. "Raphaël you weren't in love with Juana you were in love with the idea of how much you could control her like your little puppet."

"What you said, she obeyed. She was your puppet and you were her puppet master and I am 100% that everyone else in you're life could see it from a mile away." Abree snatched my drink and gulped it down. "And when your puppets don't want to be controlled anymore you get all, hmm how do I nicely put this..." she paused and carefully thought of her next words. "You turn into this psycho ass douchebag."

She set the empty glass aside. "You even know I'm right." Abree asserted. She rose from the couch and turned to look at me. "This time I'm here to make sure history doesn't repeat itself," she declared before she walked out of my office.

I glanced at the table and analyzed how neatly she set her bullets. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed.

shit.

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Abree's words linger in my mind as I walk up to my bedroom.

I have spent my entire life chasing after something I want and eventually I have it. when Abree mentioned that I like to control people not being controlled...

That triggered something I tried burying for years. Juana was the first woman who I've ever been interested in. Yes I've been with multiple women but with her...

Juana intrigued me the same way she does now.

Except for this time, it's way different and more fucked up. The first thing I did when I entered my room was take off my shoes and socks.

I rip off my tie and tossed it on the bed before making quick work with my button-down. I throw it in laundry basket followed by my pants.

Heading towards the bathroom my mind betrays me and wanders off to her.

I haven't seen nor contacted her. I won't lie to myself she's been on my fucking mind for days.

When I wake up it's her

When I go to bed it's her

When I kill it's her

When I fuck it's her

Anything I fucking do she's always on my mind. There hasn't been a day where I go without thinking about her.

I have this little dark fantasy of fucking her over. Killing off her innocence but not just that. I want to see her in fucking pain.

It's fucked up I know.

I do not know what it is but the severe thought of me fucking her up.

It thrills me.

What's even more exciting is that she's off-limits. She can't get touched unless her father approves. She's forbidden.

I decided to take a shower hoping it would calm me down but I was wrong.

My mind wanders off to her, making up an entirely different scenario of what would happen if she was here.

The thought of kissing those little pink lips of hers until they turn red and plum puts me on edge.

My cock lengthens as I imagined Lorraine's naked body pressed up against mine. Water gently trickles down our bodies.

Her small hands exploring all of me.

I fight the urge to touch myself but fail. I've never touched myself for any woman who has walked this earth.

Not until now.

I grabbed my hard cock with my left hand; a low groan escapes my lips as I pump it once before rubbing the tip. A series of how Lorraine would sound conjures my mind. I picture on how I would pin her up against the shower wall and play with her throbbing pussy. How she would plead me to fuck her, how she would moan when my tongue strokes hers.

My hand warped around her small neck making sure I leave a mark, claiming myself as hers.

I picture on how my cock would fill her pussy, thrusting into her, her nails digging into my flesh, her cries blessing my ears. Fantasizing about how I would suck on her tits, thrusting in and out of her, grabbing her ass, leaving sweet little marks on her neck. Her breathy groan when she calls out my name.

My hand continues to please me, each stroke sends a hot shot down my spine.

I wished it was as easy to make this moment happen, making Lorraine beg to take her and fuck her like a mindless animal. I picture her touch turning desperate her beautiful lips screaming out my name.

Her crying out in pleasure with each thrust of my cock. We'd both wear our tiny red moon marks like a proud battle scar, knowing what we did to earn it. Knowing that it would be our own little dirty secret.

Heat spreads through my body. I press my empty palm against the warm tile, supporting my weight as my legs tremble. The burning sensation becomes tormenting. My strokes become sloppier my breathing heavier.

The fantasy shifts to me and her on the couch. How I my tongue played with her lower lips. How she pulled my hair. Her legs trembling in pleasure, her thrown back, her back arched, her creamy legs wrapped around my neck.

Her cries

Her body

Her character

Everything about her is fucking addictive.

The fantasy is shattered when the hit of my arousal brought me back to reality. My breathing is uncontrollable by the time the excitement is gone.

Tilting my head back allowing the warm water to splash on my face, I sighed knowing that I lost my own game.

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