The Mafia King's Deadly Returned

Chapter 2

“What are you doing…?” she whispers, her breath uneven.

I lean closer, my voice low. “You tell me… why are you reacting like this?”

She takes a deep breath. “We are friends…”

I smirk slightly, my lips brushing near her ear. “No… we’re not just friends, Sarah. I need you… and you need me.”

“But...” she tries to speak.

“Ask your heart,” I interrupt softly. “Don’t you want me closer?”

There’s silence.

Then she finally whispers, “I… like you.”

That’s enough.

I pull her closer and press my lips against hers.

She gasps softly, then melts into the kiss.

“Mm…” she breathes against my lips.

“You feel that?” I murmur.

She nods faintly.

I move to her neck, kissing slowly.

She inhales sharply, “Ahh… wait…”

“Too much?” I tease.

“Be gentle…” she says, slightly annoyed, slightly breathless, “Girls are soft…”

I chuckle softly, “Okay… okay, I’m sorry.”

I slow down, my lips softer now.

“Better?” I whisper.

“Hmm…” she responds, her fingers gripping me tighter.

She digs her nails deep into my back, leaving stinging trails of fire across my skin. Her breath is ragged, coming in sharp, desperate hitches as she pleads, "Fuck me, Abraham! Please, just fuck me right now!"

I lean down, my voice dropping to a low, commanding growl near her ear. "Don't you dare call me Abraham. Call me Fucking Daddy."

"Okay... okay, please, Daddy," she whimpers, her body trembling under mine, "Please Daddy, fuck me hard! I can’t take it anymore, I’m dying for you. Just give it to me!"

A dark, satisfied smile spreads across my face as I feel how completely soaked she is for me. Without another word, I drive into her with one powerful, sudden thrust.

She arches her back, a piercing scream tearing from her throat, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Nooooo!!! It's too big! It's too much!"

I freeze, hovering over her, letting her body adjust to the invasion as her breath hitches in her throat.

Once her frantic gasps turn into low moans and she begins to settle, I start to move again slow, shallow thrusts at first, teasing her as I prepare to lose control.

Her eyes are squeezed shut, caught somewhere in that volatile space between pain and pure ecstasy. I lean down close to her ear, my hot breath fanning against her neck as I whisper, "This is only the beginning, baby. Giving up on me already?"

I grip her waist firmly with both hands, my fingers digging deep into her soft skin.

She whimpers, gasping out, "No... please... don't stop. It’s too much, Daddy. You’re so big, I feel like I’m going to break, but I want more. Please, make me yours... fill me up completely!"

Hearing her words, I instantly pick up the pace. With every thrust, a heavy, dull thud echoes through the room. She’s clawing at the bedsheets, bunching the fabric in her fists as she locks her legs tightly around my shoulders.

I nip at her lower lip with my teeth and growl with intense authority, "You belong to me. This pain, this pleasure, it all comes from me. Tonight, yours is the only name you’re going to scream."

Her screams are dissolving into a blur of intoxication. "Ahhh... yes! Yes, Daddy! Right there... hit that spot! Oh god, I’m coming... I can’t take it! Please, harder... break me!" Her entire body begins to shudder, I make every single thrust deeper and more powerful than the last.

I grip her waist firmly with both hands and, without stopping, lift her off the bed in one swift motion. She falters for a second, but quickly tightens her hold around my neck. I carry her straight toward the large wooden table sitting in the middle of the room.

"You haven't seen anything yet, baby," I whisper darkly into her ear.

She pants against me, her voice trembling, "Daddy, please... I can’t wait anymore. Just do whatever you want, do it now, I’m going out of my mind!"

I lay her face down on the table. The moment her hot skin hits the cold surface, she lets out a long, shuddering exhale. I grab her hips, arching her back to lift them high, and press myself flush against her from behind. I force her face around so I can look directly into her eyes.

"Tell me, what do you want? Say it clearly," I command.

She sobs out a breath, whispering, "I want... I want you. Please, from behind... I need to feel all of you. Give me the pain, give me the pleasure, just don't stop!"

"Oh yeah? Then handle this!" Without a single warning, I deliver a brutal, powerful thrust from behind.

"OOHHH MY GOOODDD!!!! DADDYYYYY!!!!" she screams at the top of her lungs, her fingers clawing desperately at the edge of the table.

"This... this is too deep! Ahhhh, I can’t breathe, it’s too much!" I wrap my hand into her hair, pulling her head back as I begin to hammer into her with relentless force, "Scream my name!"

Crying and laughing through the sheer intensity, she shrieks, "I’m only yours! Ahh... yes! Right there! Harder, Daddy! Please, break me! I want to be destroyed under you! YESSS! FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL, DADDY!"

The table slams against the wall with a rhythmic 'thud-thud' as her screams bounce off every corner of the room. She is completely under my control, her entire body jolting violently with every single thrust.

The whole night continues like this, intense and consuming, until she finally grows tired and falls asleep in my arms.

I look down at her, a soft smile forming on my face. She looks peaceful… innocent… beautiful in a way I didn’t expect.

I brush a strand of hair away from her face, watching her quietly.

“Why her…?” I murmur to myself, “Why do I feel this close to her tonight…?” There’s no clear answer but I know one thing, I’m happy.

Just then, my phone suddenly starts ringing.

The sound breaks the silence.

My expression immediately hardens.

I pick up the phone and look at the screen… my eyes are turning cold.

I answer the call, “Keep everything ready. I’m coming.”

I cut the call without another word.

I look at her one last time.

Carefully, I lay her down on the bed, making sure she doesn’t wake up.

Then I pick up my blazer, my face now completely emotionless.

Without looking back again, I walk out of the villa.

Outside, I get into the car.

“Drive,” I Orders.

The driver nods and starts the car, Within seconds, the car speeds off into the night.

The car comes to a stop on a wide, dark hill. I step out, my eyes scanning the area. My full team of bodyguards is already here, surrounding the place.

A man is tied to a chair below, struggling against his restraints. I walk closer, looking him over.

One of the bodyguards steps forward, “Sir, this is one of Peter’s men. We caught him outside the girls’ hostel. We tracked his phone and… we found pictures of Mrs. Sarah on it.”

My eyes harden instantly, My Sarah… in his phone?

I stay still, watching him from the other chair, my expression calm but deadly.

The bodyguard leans down to the man, striking him sharply, “Tell us where you get these pictures?”

The man shakes his head violently, “I… I won’t tell you.”

I take a deep breath, my voice booming, “Bring the setup.”

He scurries away immediately and returns with a suitcase, placing it carefully in front of me. I open it, and the man sitting there stares in shock.

A shiver of cruel satisfaction runs through me as I let out a sinister laugh. Inside the suitcase every piece of equipment for an electric shock setup. The man freezes, fear evident in his eyes.

I blink slowly. My bodyguards place metal wires on the man’s head and connect them to the machine.

The moment he realizes what’s about to happen, he screams, “No! Please, King… forgive me!”

I ask coldly, “What’s your name?”

He hesitates, “I… I won’t tell…”

Without another word, I press the button.

A powerful electric shock runs through his body.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” his scream echoes across the entire hill.

I turn it off and ask again, “What’s your name?”

He trembles violently, “L-L-Loren…”

I stare straight into his eyes, “What is my Sarah’s picture doing in your phone?”

He stays silent, terrified, “King… I can’t tell you…”

My patience snaps. I press the button again.

This time the shock is even stronger.

“AHHHH!!!” he writhes in pain.

I switch it off.

He’s breathing heavily now, completely broken.

“I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you everything…”

I narrow my eyes at him.

He speaks, “I was given a contract… to kill Ms. Sarah and her sister Annie…”

I sit up, shocked, “Sister?”

He nods weakly, “Yes… her sister… she lives in a hostel…”

My mind starts racing.

I ask in a cold voice, “Who gave you the contract?”

He goes silent again, “King… I can’t tell you everything…”

My anger explodes. I turn the machine on again without hesitation.

He convulses under the shock.

This time, I don’t stop there. I pull out my gun and fire straight at him.

The bullet tears through his shoulder. He screams in agony.

I walk up to him and say in a deadly calm voice,

“Tell me the name… or the next shot goes straight through your heart.”

He’s completely broken now. His breaths are uneven, fading.

With his last strength, he whispers,

“P-P-Peter…”

His eyes shut.

I stand up straight.

“Get rid of the body.”

I turn and walk back to the car, getting inside.

The car speeds away from the place.

But my mind is stuck on many thing, Sarah’s sister…? How does Peter know about her…? Does Sarah even know she has a sister…? And if she does… why hasn’t she ever told me?”

The soft redness of the rising sun begins to spread across the sky as I finally reach home. The night’s tension still lingers in my body, but I push it aside as I step inside. Without wasting a second, I head straight to my room.

As I enter, I see Sarah sitting on the bed, already dressed and looking fresh. She’s quietly having her breakfast, a bowl of strawberries in her hand.

The moment my eyes fall on her, something inside me softens. The pressure, the violence, the chaos from earlier—it all fades, even if just for a moment.

She looks up at me, and her expression immediately turns into anger. Taking a bite of a strawberry, she says sharply, “Where were you? I’ve been calling you for so long. You didn’t even tell me before leaving.”

I walk closer to her, trying to remain calm, “There was some emergency,” I reply simply.

Without giving her time to argue further, I lean down and place a soft kiss on her forehead. Then I sit beside her on the bed. For a brief second, I just look at her, gathering my thoughts.

“I need to talk to you about something,” I say, my tone turning serious.

Her expression changes instantly. The anger fades, replaced by concern.

“What happened? Is everything okay?” she asks, her voice softer now.

I shake my head lightly.

“Yes.. I just want to ask you something.”

She nods, waiting.

I look straight at her, studying every reaction carefully before speaking, “Do you… have a sister?”

The moment the question leaves my lips, everything changes.

Her hand, which was holding a strawberry near her mouth, freezes mid-air. Her expression stiffens, and for a second, she doesn’t say anything.

Her eyes slowly lift to meet mine, filled with shock and something deeper… fear.

“Why are you asking this?” she whispers.

I lean closer, my voice low. “Answer me, Sarah.”

She swallows hard, her fingers tightening around the strawberry.

TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!

Does Sarah know that her hidden past has already turned into a deadly game? Keep reading to find out what happens next…?