Warning: Strong language, Sexually explicit, use of weapons and knives, murders and sexual aggravations, please read with discretion, only should be read by people above the age of 18. Stanley Rodriguez was on a mission to take over another mafian empire, which happened to be a threat to his business, when he met a femme fatale named Martina, aka Midnight. He lost every bit of control to this assassin seductress before he could even realise it, but Midnight was also lost in his arms, so together, they were strong enough to conquer the Rodriguez mafia gang. "Every time I look at you, I get weak in the knees, like my legs lose their bones at the sight of you. You are the perfect description of divinity in persona; kiss between my thighs and fondle my breasts, for I am yours eternally."
"Midnight," Stanley breathes as he studies the black and white image of himself, clutched in his right hand. A moment ago when he walked into his office with his team behind him; he noticed a picture and a note pinned by a dagger to the oakwood desk. She didn't have to sign the note for him to know it was Midnight. Her infamous M/O was enough to send shivers of fear down anyone's spine. No matter how fearless you think you are or how untouchable you are, no matter how much you think you can run from her; you can't.
Once you're marked by Midnight you'll be dead within the next twenty-four hours.
"You've been marked," Mario, Stanley's explosives expert, gasps in shock.
"Yes," He confirms. "Although, for some reason, I don't feel as if she wants to kill me." Seeing their looks he adds. "Not now, at least."
"What do you mean?" Alessio, his head of security asks. "You know how it works with Midnight. Once you're marked you'll be dead come next evening."
"The note," He says sliding the note across the smooth desk towards his team. "They say you know when you're about to die. You have a feeling. No matter how much you crave death, no matter if you wish it upon yourself; you know. For me, I'm not afraid of dying. I've felt the presence of death far too many times. I don't feel like I did when I was shot in Bangkok. I don't feel like I did when my father attempted to assassinate me. I don't feel anything."
"Perhaps you feel nothing because you've accepted death," Devina, his weapons specialist remarks. "You have welcomed death far too many times. You don't fear dying. You've embraced it."
"No," Says Marvin, his right hand and the most intelligent person Stanley has ever met besides her. "The quote Midnight used talks about life going on. She is either mocking the fact that she will be killing you in the near future or she is saving your life. The quote could mean someone is after you and beseeched of her assistance to take care of the job and she left this as a warning to watch your back."
"Marvin, have you lost your mind?" Devina asks her brother seriously. He quirks his right brow at her question. "Midnight is ruthless. She kills with no mercy, she'll kill anyone no questions asked. The woman is a legend for a reason. She has and will never leave a target breathing."
"No, Devina I have not lost my mind." Marvin huffs. "It's just a theory. I've never seen her mark in person, but I've also never heard of her leaving anything other than the picture. This is a message of some sort."
"I completely agree," Anderson, Stanleys' hacker says.
"As do I," Mario and Alessio say in unison.
"Robert Frost," Stanley muses. "The world's deadliest woman enjoys poetry."
"Indeed I do," A voice says to the left of him. All seven heads, including his sharply turn towards the balcony where a woman dressed in a black trench coat and a fedora leans against his open balcony door. Her head is angled down so the only thing visible is her tan sharp angular cheekbones, her blood-red lips, and her thick black hair. Hair so black the black hole would be jealous.
"You'll look at me when you speak," Stanley commands in a deadly calm tone. She throws her head back and laughs. He glimpses a black lace mask covering half her face. Her eyes shine bright with amusement, overshadowing the pain and emptiness her eyes are rumored to hold.
"I'm sorry," She speaks once she recovers from her fit of laughter. "I just find it amusing you think I'll give in to your commands." She pauses to put her hands in her coat pocket. "The only time I'll look at you when I speak is when the life is draining out of your eyes by my hand."
The room is silent. Not a single sound is heard.
"Fortunately, for you, that won't be for a long time." The corner of her mouth tilts slightly, not enough to be qualified as a smile. "Scruffy is right the note I left is a message and I will continue to leave you a message every day until I decide to kill you." She slowly walks backward to the ledge of the balcony. "Now all you have to do is figure out that message." She gracefully hops onto the ledge of the balcony. "Have a nice rest of your evening, ladies and gentlemen." And with those parting words, she falls backward off the ledge.
Alessio, Mario, and Devina run to the ledge, looking down trying to find where she went while Anderson, Marvin, and Stanley stand dumbfounded, trying to wrap their heads around what just happened.
"Scruffy," Marvin hisses. "She called me scruffy."
Devina, Alessio, and Mario come back from the balcony just as Raymond and Mia walk through the office doors. Mia frowns when she notices the expressions of her friends.
"What the hell did we miss?" She questions.
"Oh you know, just your everyday death threat." Anderson shrugs as if it's no big deal.
"Was it the Columbians?" Raymond asks.
"We don't know," Stanley holds up the picture for them to see. Raymond and Mia gasp in unison. "Midnight just paid us-me a little visit. Marvin will explain everything I need to kill some people." He sighs before starting towards my office door.
"Wait!" Mia shouts. Stanley stops in his tracks with his hand on the doorknob. He doesn't bother to turn around as she continues. "Don't you want to know whether you're having a niece or nephew?" Stanley turns around. Raymond and Mia now have the room's undivided attention.
"We're having a girl!" She says excitedly as tears stream down her cheeks. Devina and Mario engulf her in a hug as Anderson punches Raymond in the jaw. Alessio rushes to check on him as Marvin and Stanley stand still not knowing what to do.
"First you knock my sister up!" Anderson seethes. "And with a girl imagine the amount of people we are going to have to kill for looking at her inappropriately." His eyes widen in realization before a smile graces his features. "Imagine all the little dicks I'll get to cut off. Oh, I love you, Zozo! Thank you for knocking my sister up!" He gushes going in for a hug. Raymond pushes him away in disgust as they all laugh at Anderson's antics.
Anderson goes in for another hug, this time successfully succeeding. "Get off of me you fat fuck!"
"Mia!" Anderson whines. "Tell your baby daddy to stop being mean to me."
Mia gives Anderson a deadpan look. "Did you not just punch my baby daddy in the face?"
Anderson smiles innocently. "That's ancient history just like your baby daddy." Anderson lowers his voice to a whisper. "You had to pick the old man?"
"I'm only thirty-two," Raymond protests.
"Like I said old," Anderson replies. "Once you hit thirty you're old."
"You do realize you will be 'old' soon, right?" Raymond deadpans.
"I got six years," Anderson dismisses.
"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," she whimpers, her voice more desperate as I bite into her skin. I stop and smirk against her neck, savoring her submission. I pull back, admiring her. She's a beautiful, needy mess, just for me. "Was that so hard, Sia?" I tease, enjoying the control I have over her. They were forced into a marriage, but fate had other plans. What started with resentment turned into something deeper. She wanted to hate him, but he replaced all her anger with tenderness. "It's hard to explain," I sigh. "I'll listen, baby," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "Just talk to me, please."
If it were up to him, he would have broken her into pieces and never put her back together. Instead, he let her build herself up, watching her fall and rise, die and live, float and drown, all while controlling her body like putty in his hands. Dominic was never gentle; his methods were unique. He understood her completely and used her own strengths against her. Sheila knew what she was getting into, but nothing could have prepared her for Dominic who made everyone obey him, including her. How would she survive his ways, or could she even survive at all?
Warning: Reader's discretion is advised, gun violence, assault, sexually explicit, violence and use of strong and abusive words "No matter how gloomy he seemed, I could spot a tiny angelic spark in his eyes. "Stop, we cant be doing this!" I shouted, but my words were cut short as he forcefully pressed me against the wall. I almost choked on my breath, feeling the intensity of his action. His adorable blue eyes stared into mine, making every bone in my body go weak. He smirked, fully aware of the effect he had on me. "You got too comfortable with me, doll, but I haven't revealed Huncho's true capabilities to you," he muttered. Breaking our eye contact, he leaned in close to my neck. My heart raced in sync with his, and every breath he took sent tingles across my body. Fearful of my own words, I bit my tongue. "And I don't think you want to know," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine as his words tickled my ear. I took a deep breath, attempting to gather my thoughts. Returning to meet my gaze, he sought to gauge his impact on me. However, I resisted, smirking as I lowered my chin and looked up at him. "You're all talk, Huncho," I whispered, not even blinking. I noticed a gulp rising in his throat, strengthening my smirk. "Even when I'm in your grasp, you're still under my control."
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(!8+, sexual content and strong language) "The taste of you is divine, feels like i'm fucking an angel. Ivy, take my soul, i'm all yours" Murphy said Billionaire technology visionary Ivy Vanderwalt embarked on a mission to improve the world alongside the six men she holds dear to her heart. Yet, her pursuit of success exacted a profound toll. Now, faced with an unrelenting and formidable menace born from the very technology she pioneered, she must muster every ounce of her strength to safeguard not only those she loves but also herself from this relentless adversary. Murphy has always been a beast in bed. He knew the exact place to stroke, how hard and how quickly to make me lose my mind. I straddled him, riding his cock with my eyes trained on Will's as the bastard grinned scandalously. Moaning lowly, I clinched down as tightly as possible. "So. Fucking. Beautiful." Murphy groaned beneath me. I held his hands as they settled on my breasts, squeezing and pinching my erect nipples. "I could watch this view all day for the rest of my life." "Some of us want to taste the view too. You can't hog all the cookies. There's always been plenty to go around." Bradley commented, sidling up next to the bed, nude. "Are you still on your period, Murf? A little tense?" He ran his eyes down my bouncing frame. "Because just a few minutes inside her should cure whatever the fuck it was that crawled up your ass and died." ***This is a reverse harem story. It features a single woman with six men.***
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