CHAPTER 25

Dario's POV

               The first time I ever lost control of a situation was eleven years ago. I had pushed ten but felt like a lot older. Hell, I looked older. My appearance wasn't in conformity to my age. You'd never guess that shit right. So fucking tall and too skinny, I lacked necessary body nutrients. I got looks from people who doubted if I knew what the fuck, 'food' was. Hell, the neighbour's dog down the road looked a lot better than I did. At least, it didn't get protruding ribs or scrawny arms and feets that sembled a drumstick of a chicken like I did.

Forced to grow up faster than any kid my age should ever have. Forced to live so much horrors and nightmares that still haunts me till this very day, I wanted out. I wanted an escape from the brutal conditions I was imprisoned in but I couldn't leave alone. Mia madre wanted to stay. She said it was her cross and she wasn't gonna leave it on the floor for someone else to take over. She was hell-bent on carrying it alone and the fucked up part was the fact that she wasn't even strong enough. Time spent trying to get her to see reasons with me only left me frustrated and so angry.

A heated argument and a displacement of concord made me stomp out of our old, shabby house that always trembled like a leaf in winter and swayed as the rain attacked it. I camped behind a shitty dumpster filled with so much trash and crap than it could contain two alleys away, thinking that away from her at that moment was the best for me but I was wrong. So fucking wrong. The horror that met me two days later when I came back would forever remain ingrained in my memory till the very day I stop walking this earth. That day, I swore never to leave her side like that again.

The second time was eight years ago...on her birthday. That day, I had just turned fourteen. I met her for the first time. Fuck that, I saw her. Short and really small, she was too little for a girl I'd consider ten but there she was, happy and full of life, bouncing on her small, little feets and twirling her flair princess gown as she twirled round and round like a ballerina. In the company of her family, on the fucking streets, giving out chocolate, ring doughnuts to people she didn't know shit about or gave a flying fuck who the hell she was.

I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Beautiful isn't a word I would use to describe her. She was indescribable. Her features couldn't be put into mere words. She was a goddess. She was a vision. She was mio inizio and when she hopped over to me in her little red shoes and small frail arms, smiling so much while she held onto a small red box in her hands, I gazed into her enchanting brown eyes and I swear my entire world flipped but in that single moment, it came crashing down on me.

The third time was exactly eight hours ago - in my room with my head in between the thighs of a girl I loathe more than life itself. I wouldn't call it a loss of control. I'd rather tag it as a guard let down. My guard is a little bit too high but maybe, I still remember why it went up in the first place.

Was it a mistake?

I am built from every single one of those I have ever made.

Do I regret it?

A straight ass NO.

What?

A man needs to eat and fuck if I didn't have a damn good meal. If it's anything, this motherfucking plot just got twisted.

You see, I'm not a good guy. I never claimed to be. What do I gain from playing nice? My mouth is not a bakery. I'm not gonna sugarcoat anything to help you feel better about yourself. That's your fucking problem. I owe no loyalty to anyone and without a hint of hesitation, I'd fuck you over when a more promising opportunity comes my way and look you dead in the eyes and remind you that I told you so. I found myself here alone and I'm sure as hell going back on my own.

After a damn good fuck, why the fuck do you think you only dress yourself? Cause no one's gonna help you when you're fucked. You gotta look out for yourself anyway you can. You can choose to call it whatever. I choose to call it survival and I have been doing just that for damn long time. The difference between you and I is that I'm built for this shit. I've been broke, paid, lied to, taken advantage of, cheated on, ran over, brutally beaten, spat on, so damn hungry, you name it. My name has been dragged through the mud more than once and each time I pick it up and wash it off. I am self-made. I came a long way and still have a long way to go. Becoming a cold, heartless motherfucker wasn't really what I planned to do with my life but here I am. I may be the black sheep of your society but some of the white sheeps ain't as white as they appear.

Now do you know that there's always a wild side to an innocent face? Good girls are just bad girls who don't get caught. There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out. The only difference between a good girl and a bad girl is that good girls are very selective who they are bad with and this one just chose to be bad with me. She wants to play and I'm game but what she ain't aware of is that there ain't any rules.

I broke them.

I'm going in hardcore.

Now, the million-dollar question here is, how long is she gonna last?

I dived into her greedy cumming cunt like a mad man, making her moan shamelessly like the whore that she was as she spread her legs wider for me.

I hiked her leg up, pushing them forward above her head, the new angle in which I created had her screaming, howling, moaning and whimpering. She just couldn't decide which one could work best for her. I stroked out and hammered back in as she spread her legs wider, crossing them on my back. Her hands crept up my back, running along the sweaty skin before sliding down to my naked ass to push me in deeper.

Seconds later, her muscles began to clamp around my dick and I started thrusting harder into her. Her hands spread at her sides, nails dug hard into the bed. I reached down and pinched her clit, she screamed, tears of deep pleasure running down her mascara stained face. I rubbed hard on the little nub, teeth grinding, skin glistening, skin slapping as I plowed into her. It didn't take long before her pussy exploded around my cock. She shuddered beneath me, writhing vigourously, cumming endlessly.

I immediately pulled out and began pumping my cock hard and fast as long spurts of my release squirted on her stomach. I threw my head back, groaning, grinding my teeth but I wasn't done yet. She let out a long drawn out moan when I plunged into her again without warning. In and out, back and forth, I didn't let up on the pace. I grabbed her hips harshly, pumping in and out of her convulsing pussy.

              "Oh God. Oh God, right there....right there. Yeah...fuck me harder. Harder....harder...fuck...your cock is the biggest I have ever taken in my pussy...." I clasped my hand over her mouth, shoving her words back in. Her loud moans were enough.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I continously hit the spot that made her go wild. Our bodies slapped hard together as her cum ran down her legs, dripping from my balls. I pushed away and immediately got down on her, spreading her legs wide open to thrust my tongue into her wide opening. I ate her out like a mad man, deprived of food for days. Up and down, side to side, sucking the life out of her, drinking her cum and weakening her entire body system.

Her orgasm came fast and strong. I let her ride it out on my face, sucking even harder as my fingers continued to pump in and out of her soaking cunt. She bucked her hips against my face. I held her down, spreading her thighs wider to stuff my face in. She began to convulse, to scream, to beg, to thrash around but I didn't give in.

I felt her before I heard her. I felt her before I saw her. Her presence was fierce. It never went unnoticed by me. In a room packed with thousand of persons or more, I'd find her. I'd sought her out easily. I'd do it with my eyes closed even. In the pitch black  darkness where I reside, she'd never leave my sight. My eyes swept to the door and in that moment, it whoosed open and she fell in on her face.

She maundered, "He's a... cru...el, cruel... stuupidd boyy." She tried to stand and then, stumbled, almost losing her footing before catching herself on the knob. "He's soo sooo bad too meee and I'm...I am so sooo niiicee to him. He hates...me and he kisses me. He hatesss me but I like him." She giggled, mumbling to herself. "I likeee the rude boyyy and...and I want to be his friend but...but he won't let me." Her words were slurred. She was as steady as a weakly spun spinning top gyrating to and fro, drunk and incoherent.

              "Dario, who the hell is she?"

Immediately, her head flew up. Her attention stolen and our eyes locked. As if noticing us for the first time, only just realizing our presence. They fell on the girl whose legs were trapped in between my head. I would have never guessed her reaction. Fuck me, I wouldn't have predicted right this time.

Like a fire had just been ignited in her soul, she lurched forward, face red with unchained rage, claws out, charging at her prey. Instantly, I dashed out from the bed the same moment she landed on the sheet. There were no holes barred when she went in for the attack. She pulled out hair in handfuls, scratched, bit, kicked and head-butted. Then there was the rageful scream that paralyzed her victim's thinking, shutting them down into the fetal position to protect their vital organs and ride out the storm.

I dressed up quickly and made for the door, making sure to lock it behind me. I ambled down the stairs, ignoring the uproarious music and avoiding the drunks as sleek as I could, I walked into the kitchen. Just as I would have guessed, it was jampacked, thronged with unwanted asses, drinking, snorting coke, fucking and just being plain stupid. I left them to their mediocrity and pulled open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. I tossed in a straw.

My phone dinged in my pockets.

              "Rio, I've got something you'd never refuse. Man, can you believe it?" The fucker laughed.

I sighed, breathing deeply, impatient, "What do you want?"

              "I saw this coming man. Damn, I knew he'd wanna try you out."

              "What the fuck do you want? Look, I ain't have time for this shit. You got something serious to say, then spill it."

              "Rio, you're gonna be $25,000 richer tonight. Can you beat that?"

My attention instantly piqued,    "What's up?"

              "Ace wants a go with you. I knew it gon' be a matter of time before it hits him. The other fuckers placed their bet on your ass man. Hey, I fucking did too. A whooping $25,000. Damn, you...."

              "Be there in an hour."

               "An hour?" He yelled into the phone. "Rio, you gon' be..." I killed the line, shutting him up. I said an hour and I meant it. I didn't need them. They needed me. I dumped the water can and jogged the stairs back up.

The instant I unlocked the door, the girl rushed out, almost bumping into me, hazzled up and looking all black-blue.

              "She's crazy. That bitch's crazy. She's a bloody psycho." She screamed along the halls in bundles of hysterics, stomping away, catching the attention of others.

Anxious to meet the turn-out of things, I parted the door wider and sauntered. Immediately, something came flying past me. I ducked before it could hit me. 

The fuck?

My room was thrashed. The bed redesigned. My stuffs all scattered around like a heap of crap and the lights were on. The lights were fucking on. What the fuck is this shit?

I caught her immediately, holding her firmly around the waist, stopping her from causing more damage. She bucked and flailed, trying to fight me away. Her small hands curled into two little balls of fists, pounding into my chest as she fought me to get away.

             "What the fuck is your problem, huh? What the hell is wrong with you?"

             "Leave me..." She burped, slurring. "....alone. You...you lick me and...and you lick her too. You lick everyone. I don't...I don't like you anymore. I don't....you're not good to me..."

             "Fuck. What did you take?"

She squirmed in my grasp, twisting her body side to side, scratching and hitting me continuously, leaving bruises behind.

             "Leave me alone." She screamed, yelling her fucking lungs out in a vengeful, crass, asshole of fury, stomping her bare feets on mine in a desperate need to hurt and make me bleed and at the same time running her nails along my skin.

             "Stop this shit." I seethed.

I took her off the ground and dumped her on the bed. Immediately she landed on the sheets, I caught her hands, trapping them above her head. She glared at me, pressing her lips firmly against each other, respiring in short, frantic breaths. Every breath she took caused her chest to rise up and brush mine. For a split second, I got caught in the wonders of her eyes, losing myself in their intensity. Eyes like hers could burn a heart to ashes and turn an entire universe upside down.

She caught me off guard when she opened her mouth and spat in my face. Her saliva landed right on my lips. Warm, slimy liquid running down the seams. Her face caught on the expression of someone who had just set the record straight....someone who thought she had conquered a war.

I wiped it off, smearing it on the sleeves of my hood, staring at the little hint of victory in her eyes. She ain't have the slightest clue how short-lived they were.

I leaned into her, nuzzling the side of her neck with the tip of my nose. Her scent immediately rushed me. Vanilla. That vanilla scent again. I breathed it in, hanging my breath to drag it out.

               "What I'm I gonna do with you now, eh?" I drew back to look into her eyes, immediately catching sight of the goosebumps that was visibly attacking her skin. I smiled to see them, knowing I once again have her.

I taunted, dipping my head lower. "You got any ideas?" But jerked back when she raised her head to kiss me. She managed to catch my upper lip, trapping it underneath her front teeth. She nipped at the skin before letting go. They smacked back right into place and hell if my little friend didn't just say hello.

Her tongue flicked out and ran from the base of my lips to the top. Her drunken ass was testing me, teasing me, seducing me, itching to see if I'd take the bait and I did.

What?

My dick felt like a lead pipe between my legs.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

I slacked my jaw and her tongue delved into the interior of my mouth at an instant, tasting, searching, exploring. I sucked her like a vacuum, cupping the side of her face to sink deeper. She tasted fruity, almost like paint thinners and an exuberant amount of residue vodka. I held her face firmer, kissing her harder, taking everything and leaving behind, nothing, not even her own breath. She began to shake in my arms, to shiver as my tongue slipped in and out of her mouth. She moaned, widening her mouth to give me more access whilst swaddling her arms underneath my arms to pull me even closer.

I let my fingers trail down her delicate body, front and back, side to side touching, grasping, feeling. She was endowned, curvy in all the right places, feminine to the extreme. It got me wondering why she was always on the cover up. Her body was fire.

I dipped my middle finger into her soaking cunt. I could barely get in a finger the last time. I had no idea how I had slipped in two. She was so fucking tight. Like a vise, her pussy clenched around my fjngers, almost trapping them. I curled the digit upwards and started pumping in and out of her, twisting my fingers to stroke the insides of her walls. She wriggled in response, tipping her chin to the ceiling, moaning as I fingered her senseless.

I pressed my lips against her neck, dragging wet, hot, deliberate kisses all the way to tease her flushed ears. She trembled when the tip of my tongue flicked out, tasting her saltiness.

              "You like this, don't you?" I teased, my teeth nipping gently on her earlobe. She could barely reply. She couldn't even if she wanted to. I had her in my grasp. She was under my control, securely wrapped around my fingers.

              "Your pussy is so fucking tight." I accused. "Just the way I like them." I retrieved my fingers from underneath her underwear. They were dripping with her vaginal juices. I found her mouth and pushed them in. Her tongue instantly snuck out to swivel around my digits as she closed her eyes and washed them clean, savouring the way she tasted.

I grinned down at the pretty little thing, watching the wildness I knew she had trapped inside of her finally clawing its way out. I eased my way back into her waiting cunt, stuffing my sticky digits right where they had been, teasing and caressing, playing and stroking the swollen nub. I drove her right into the brink of insanity, with no mercy, plunging in and out of her, devouring her insides. Her body began to convulse and her inner thighs tremble. She was almost there. Almost there. A little more push was all she needed.

In a flash, I immediately sank down and got comfortable in between her legs. I pushed her thighs farther apart, quickly shifting the crotch of her panties to the side and dove right in, going straight for the prize. I closed my mouth over her swollen clit, tugging the sensitive flesh into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over it. Her breathing became desperate and frantic and suddenly her hips pushed up, abandoning the bed sheets.

Perfect timing.

                "Come." I ordered, feasting, unrelentless. "Come for me." I coerced. "Come for only me."

At my command, her muscles began to tense and her body convulse like an epileptic. I continued to eat her out, watching her face intently as she roared in climax. She began to grind her hips in a fast, circular motion against my face as I greedily consumed the syrupy fluids oozing out of her hairless, pink, slippery folds. The more I ravaged her senseless, the more her juices pushed out and dripped onto my the base of my tongue. I sucked her dry and gave her the freedom to ride out her series of orgasms however the fuck she wanted it.

You see, I'm not so much of a bad guy. I'd make you come so much till you're unable to feel your entire body in a long while and if I'm feeling too generous, I'll even let you come on my fucking face.

Judging by the look in her eyes, she wasn't done playing yet.

Good.

Because I ain't done either.

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