One Night Only

Dante

She will finally be mine. At last. I just don’t understand why I’m not excited like I thought I would be. The purpose was always that, to make her mine, to have her for one night, to satisfy my wildest instincts, to possess that lush body and make her scream while I fuck her hard. But what has made me change?

I’m upset, but mostly with me, since I’m starting to have feelings for that little girl. That’s not me. I want to do that, to take her and make her mine by force, but deep down something tells me not to do it.

These days I got to thinking about what it would feel like to have someone by your side, a relationship, something stable, a girlfriend or maybe a wife, a woman to pamper, and share things with her instead of having sex, making love to her, sleeping cuddled and maybe starting a family.

And why not? It will be because I am a fucking murderer, a mafioso who is full of enemies and who will be able to meet the same fate as his parents. Instead of them hurting me, they will hurt them. I’m completely fucked, even my parents told me that. Maybe I’m a vile wretch, as my father formed me. He created me to kill and only do evil to the opponents.

My home was not a normal one, like that of a healthy child, without complications. There were always armed and dangerous people coming in and out to do business with my father. We lived on luxuries and were always surrounded by people who were also dedicated to the same things as us. For that reason, it was not good for me to think about starting a family. During all these years I led the life that he chose me, and I really didn’t want my son to grow up in a world like this.

I get to my feet all at once. I need to block these thoughts and send them back to the part of my brain where bad memories go. I pour myself some whiskey while looking out the hotel window. I decided to stay longer after I got your call. In the same way, I have to return the same Friday to meet with some Arab mafiosi who are about to ally with my mafia. We will do business and also join forces to destroy Lionel Bachman. That bastard messed with the wrong mobster. I’ll show him that the Devil is not to be trifled with.

Lately I find myself frustrated and in a bad mood all the time. I need a good fuck. However, since that blonde with emerald eyes crossed into my life everything changed. Other women don’t satisfy me, I get turned on by none of them, and that’s not normal anymore. I used to turn on just by seeing some tits or an ass, but not now. I only want those of a woman. Maybe I have to make her mine to take away that desire and for the real Devil to return. I’m about to meet my goal. There are only a few days left until it’s Friday. I don’t even have the courage to do it with others. In my head there is only the innocent and fierce Esmeralda, the girl I will unceremoniously take, rather, the one I bought just for one night.

On Thursday afternoon one of the guards who take care of her calls me. She tells me that something bad has happened and that she is at home alone. I’m asking you to find out more. After less than an hour, she informs me that her mother was admitted back to the hospital and that her sister will take care of her.

What happened to him? I have that doubt, and I can’t stay like this. The idiots didn’t know how to give me more information, so I have no choice but to go to their house and find out for myself what’s going on.

Hours later, I knock on her door. The bodyguards told me he’s still inside, so he has to open up at any moment. Finally the sound of the lock opening is heard. It took almost ten minutes for me to open it.

“You,” she sounds confused, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you.” I answer him without thinking.

“The Devil thinking about someone other than him?” he’s half-joking, but it’s more of a question.

I know I’m confusing you, because I’m also confused.

“I paid for you. Did you forget that? That shows little interest.” I’m trying to be disinterested.

“Well, since you already saw with your own eyes that I’m fine, you can go the way you came.” His mood is terrible.

Maybe I deserve to be treated like this. I’ve been miserable with her since I met her.

She tries to close the door, but since I’m faster I put my foot to stop her. She insists on wanting to close it in my face, but since I have more strength I push her, without letting her fall to the floor. I take her in my arms, as I like to do, and with one foot I close the door. She sees me with her eyes wide open, she’s surprised, but she doesn’t do anything to push me away. His breathing begins to change, it is choppy and panting. Meanwhile, I bring my face closer to hers, but I don’t kiss her. My lips are just a few centimeters from his, just a small brush.

“I know you want it too” I whisper on her lips. Stop refusing. Your body responds to what you want. I like how you react every time I touch and kiss you. That day I was about to touch your privacy. I know I left you wet and excited. “I remark the last sentence with a hoarse voice. Meanwhile, I caress her lips with mine.

A groan escapes him. Satisfied, I smile. I know I turn her on. I know that she also feels the same way that I feel for her, and that makes me even more excited. I stick to her so she can notice how she makes me. He starts shaking. Without stopping panting, his eyes open wider, but after a few seconds he reacts. As he can, he pushes me to get out of the way. I walk away and just raise my hands, pretending to be surrendered, with a mocking smile.

She is very angry, and seems to get sparks out of her eyes. On the other hand, I keep smiling.

“Asshole!” hiss between your teeth.

I smile even more.

“I love it when you get like that. “I put my hands in my pants pockets and lean a little towards her, who is still in front of me”. That makes my phallus catch fire more.” With a half smile, I wink at him.

She gasps. When he processes everything I said, he scoffs and turns completely, walking away. I’m laughing at his reaction.

“Get out!” He turns to look at me. You’re not welcome here!This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Your family didn’t think the same a few days ago.

“Cynical, shameless, conceited. I hate you!” He throws his fists at my chest, which he beats, while insulting me with all those nicknames he has given me.

My smile disappears the moment I see her about to cry. Is it because of his mom who is crying? Or did I provoke him? I’m a fucking asshole, I deserve to be hated for life. I grab her wrists and pull her into my arms to hug her. She starts sobbing. I caress his back and his head. I hope I can calm her down, but I think I was wrong, because she lets go more and cries without being able to contain herself anymore. I don’t say anything, I just hold her in my arms. Actually, I don’t know what it is that has her like that. Maybe it’s because of her mother’s health.