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Behind his eyes a monster lurked. Sulla knew the kind of creature he was dealing with. Mr. Ishmael Faro was one of the few left of the Stygian Corps that found employment with the E-Con despite being publicly disavowed. Faro was an attack dog. Nothing more. Sulla sat in his small office. Seneca walked in looking a bit like a steaming tomato.
“You went against my instructions,” he growled.
“Good morning, Viceroy, you seem tense,” Sulla remained calm.
“The families of the traitors were spared I’m told on my order when I told them the opposite!” Seneca slammed his fists on Sulla’s desk.
“Calm yourself,” Sulla stood up, keeping composure. “I went against your order yes but only because I have a lead on the real terrorists. I promise, Victor that you will come out looking good.”
Seneca glared daggers at Sulla who wasn’t phased at all. Sulla was a rat but he was clever. It’s one of the reasons he chose him to be his second.
“I better or you’ll join those families,” Seneca warned.
“I have a lead on the terrorist cell,” Sulla explained. “We’ve identified a hacker who goes by Jerome. One of my spies caught him and now we’re working on a plan to expose the whole cell. You should have your real criminals by the end of the month.”
* * * *
Aurelia was completely naked, her slender figure and perky breasts, her long golden wavy hair slung over her shoulder. She lay on the bed as Bastian kissed her lower back sending warm ripples up Aurelia’s spine. These last few weeks have been heaven for her despite radio silence from Jerome. His last email to her was unsettling. They were on to him he said.
“So how are you since that email?” Bastian kissed her shoulder. “Your cousin you said? He’s feeling better?”
“It’s a brain tumor,” Aurelia sighed, reveling in the warmth radiating through her body at Bastian’s tender touch. “He loves the meds. He’s on cloud nine.” Aurelia felt Bastian’s weight on her as he kissed her neck.
“Happy to hear that,” Bastian whispered. “Now,” Bastian settled himself behind Aurelia, “there’s something else I want to show you…”
* * * *
Lust burned in his brain and he could think of nothing else. Dex couldn’t stop thinking about Constance. Their self defense training sessions were getting too much to bear. He should stop them… but he didn’t want to. One day they were all alone in the gym. So far dancing had helped. Constance was also building some kind of muscle. Her body was getting more tone. Dex would imagine kissing every inch of that curvy soft yet firm porcelain flesh.
“I’m getting the hang of this,” Constance beamed. “Though you’re supposed to be teaching me other stuff.” Her tone was a bit wounded.
“You’ll have plenty of time for that,” Dex shrugged.
“Or maybe someone else will beat you to it,” Constance bitterly replied. Just as Dex was setting up Constance threw a punch. It didn’t hurt but the shock knocked caused him to falter.
“That was a cheap shot,” Dex frowned.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Constance grinned. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief. The sweat glistened off her neck. Her breasts looked perfectly round in her tank top. The perfect rise that made Dex’s mouth water.
Dex just stood there afraid of what he might do. But Constance wouldn’t let up.
“Come on,” she goaded. “Hit me.” She threw another punch but Dex caught it. He spun her around, arm twisted behind her back, holding her with his other arm.
“Knock it off,” he warned.
Constance stamped her foot on Dex’s making him loosen his grip then she elbowed him in the gut releasing her completely.
“Why?” Constance asked, her eyes like fire.
“Why what?” Dex coughed as he recovered.
“Why won’t you sleep with me?” She threw another punch that Dex dodged.
“I’m not your type or something?” Constance threw another punch. Dex didn’t respond. He only stared at her, lips pressed tightly together.
“Or are you just a sloppy drunk that can’t get it up,” Constance sniped. Dex grabbed Constance’s wrist then swiped her foot causing her to lose her footing, pinning her to the matt. Dex was on top of her staring into those emerald pools that haunted his dreams. His blood was pumping. All sound was drowned out by his racing heart. Constance’s face changed from anger to fascination as she ran her fingers through his copper hair. Dex couldn’t stand it any longer. He kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him from escaping.
Her lips tasted like salted cherries. Her kiss was like a burst of sunshine. Dex wanted more. Constance seduced Dex’s mouth open with her velvet tongue deepening their kiss. Constance felt her way down towards Dex’s crotch, smiling into their kiss as she felt his manhood grow rigid at her touch.
“So that’s not a problem after all,” she whispered. Dex took hold of Constance’s wrist and pinned it.
“Not yet damn it,” he growled. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.” Dex imprinted a burning kiss on her neck making Constance sigh with longing which was music to his ears. His lips traveled down tasting her sweet sweat. Constance loved the feeling of Dex’s sexy stubble brush against her sensitive skin. He kissed her collar bone the the swell of her breasts. Dex moved his his hands down between Constance’s thighs, bypassing the elastic waistband of her pants. To his surprise and joy she wasn’t wearing underwear. He ran a finger along her already wet lips, dipping his finger in between her folds; testing the waters. She was tight but slick enough to easily slide inside.
The scent of his musk, leather and bourbon filled Constance’s lungs, the only air she ever wanted to breathe. She arched her back, bucking her hips forward to get Dex further in. Constance began to groan as Dex worked his finger inside of her, his wrist brushing against her clit.
Dex listened to the sounds of Constance’s breathing; her gentle panting turning to a ragged breath which became ecstatic moans. The feeling of her fingers knotted in his hair tightening as she approached a release. It was enough to get Dex off but he didn’t want her to come yet. Dex pulled his finger out to Constance’s displeasure.
“No don’t stop,” Constance whimpered. Dex smiled wickedly as he pulled off her pants then settled himself between her wanton thighs. Constance’s heart pounded in her ears. She took a deep breath to try and slow down her heart rate but it didn’t help. Constance trembled as Dex kissed her again. The kiss was slower, more erotic, lingering. Dex slowly pulled Constance’s tank over her luscious mounds. Dex smiled as he took a nipple into his mouth. It puckered under his attentive flicking tongue. Constance groaned as she pulled Dex in closer. Soon both of her nipples were fine points, dark with arousal.
Constance drew Dex in for a kiss. She sucked on his lower lip then bit hard.
“Ow!” Dex cried.
“Sorry did I hurt you?” Constance coyly replied. The wait was torture for him as well as for her.
“You think you’re real tough huh?” he said smiling.
“Maybe you should teach me a lesson?” her emerald eyes had a lusty glint in them. Dex reached into his pants and pulled out his shaft already so stiff and ready to burst.
“I’ll go slow ok?” Dex whispered. It was a sobering moment but at the same time Dex had never been so intoxicated, so drunk on a woman let alone an 18 year old girl. Dex slipped inside her tight passage with a roll of his hips. The weight of his body, the feeling of his masculinity inside her tight delicate flower, the pain-pleasure sensation swept through Constance in crashing waves. Constance dug her nails into Dex’s back as he went a little faster. Her pants became moans. She bit into his muscular shoulder to suppress her cries of joy as Dex pumped faster. At this point Dex didn’t care about slow. Dex groaned in Constance’s hair; the feeling of being inside her, the heat of her dark haven felt like home. Dex muffled Constance’s sonorous moans with his heated kisses. They shared one breath, one body, then with one final stroke Dex came. They stayed that way for a while, holding fast to each other until Dex’s shaft grew soft and slipped out of her.
“Huh…,” Constance chuckled. “I thought there would be an explosion for me.”
“Sorry…,” Dex apologized, his body in a state of euphoria.
“That’ll be lesson one I guess,” Constance rolled on top of Dex who was helpless to stop her or unwilling as she tore off her shirt being completely naked now.
“Let’s start lesson 2…,” she whispered as she caught Dex’s mouth in hers.
* * * *
“Aurelia?” Leila peeked her head through the sliding door. She wasn’t in her room. Leila nevertheless walked in. She wasn’t sure she was happy or disappointed given the reason she was here. Aurelia had a bejeweled hair pin that she wanted to… borrow. Leila didn’t understand why but she had this compulsive desire to steal things. It made her feel better. Right now she could use something to make her feel better. Naomi was a cheat. Leila went through Aurelia’s drawers and finally found the hair pin. It was a rose encrusted with rubies. It was the only thing Aurelia had of value. Constance gave it to her actually during one of their cease fires. Aurelia never wore it anyway. Leila slipped it into her pocket. Aurelia wouldn’t miss it…
* * * *
“Just do it,” Faro aimed his gun at his prisoner’s head. Jerome was his code name on the dark network. Jerome hesitated. His finger hovered over the key that would lead his team to their death. Faro pressed the barrel harder to Jerome’s head.
“I hate to repeat myself…,” Faro snarled.
“I do this…,” Jerome asked his voice shaking. “You won’t hurt my family.”
“Sulla promised he would keep your family safe,” Faro explained. “He’s a man of his word.” Jerome gulped then closed his eyes as his finger fell like the infamous guillotine. The word was sent. A new raid was to happen in a few days time.
“Thank you for your cooperation,” Faro pulled the trigger splattering Jerome all over the floor. The body fell to the floor as Faro casually cleaned his gun. As Sulla’s 2 man clean up crew came to take the body away Faro wondered what his friend Jay was doing right now. Was he still having issues with that little green eyed beauty? Faro licked his lips as he thought of her. Jay said she was off limits, which Faro didn’t understand. They would share and trade women all the time back in the day. What was so different about this one. Nevertheless Faro couldn’t get this girl out of his mind. Those emerald eyes… Perhaps he’ll blow off some steam at the local brothel. Or maybe he’ll ask Sulla to get him into those high class bordellos as payment for his services?
* * * *
Constance was ecstatic. She felt so different. She didn’t expect her first time to be in a gym. She could still feel the matt where her sweaty skin stuck. She heard the door slide open and quickly turned around with a big smile.
“Dex—“ But Constance’s face fell as she saw it was Ion with his devilish grin.
“Oh Dex won’t be your instructor anymore,” Ion informed her, unable to hide his joy. “From now on until your graduation if I see fit to pass you I will be your teacher in the erotic arts.”
“Why?” Constance asked trying not to seem too disappointed. “Dex did what he was supposed to do today… Why the sudden change?” Ion looked harder at Constance. She did seem different. She was practically glowing. He frowned a bit but he shrugged, “You would have to ask the Matron. But don’t be so glum. I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
Constance couldn’t hide her disdain for this man. He awakened an animal in her that she never thought was there. She said nothing. She couldn’t. The Matron’s will was law. Ion brought his hands together in one clap, “Now… take off your clothes.”
Constance stood still for a moment. Then with a face of cool indifference she did as she was commanded. She dropped her robes, her ivory skin glowing in the soft lighting. She was naked from head to toe. Ion licked his lips, his excitement growing.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered softly. Constance parted the curtains her every step as if she were weighted down with lead. Her dark curls a waterfall, draping over her shoulders and hiding her full breasts. Ion prowled over like a tiger coming to claim it’s kill. He removed his shirt revealing some of his sinewy muscles. A primal urge to bite into those muscles arose in Constance. She didn’t know if it was her intense hatred or lust. Her heart pounded as he came closer. He ran his hand up her leg kissing it tenderly, his hot breath giving her goosebumps.
Then Ion took Constance by the ankles and pulled her down so that he was fully on top. His knee leaning against her delicate flower.
“Don’t look so brooding,” Ion ran his thumb over Constance’s lips, now dark and full with physical desire, pressing his thumb to her chin. “I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
“Only if I close my eyes and imagine anyone else,” Constance retorted. Ion only chuckled, “After tonight I’ll be the only man you think of when you’re giving it to some fat old nobleman.” Ion briefly ran his hand over her breast cupping it firmly he bent down and kissed it. His leg rubbed up against Constance’s womanhood making her a little moist down there. She suppressed a groan but Ion watched her face intently. “Let me show you what a real man can do.”
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Next few parts will be posted next week.
I hope to be finished before June starts.
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