Taken By The Mafia Lord

46 Made Her The Bad Guy

Note: Dark scene ahead

“I guess he didn’t touch you like I’m doing to you,” Victor murmured into her ears before kissing down her neck while working her.

Macy moaned, feeling herself slowly reaching the edge. She didn’t dare to tell him that Marcel was good as well. If not better. But both cousins were good in their own different ways and she was tempted to keep them both.

Victor increased the pace and she whimpered, finally reaching that edge. However, Victor didn’t stop and planted two fingers inside of her this time, thrusting in and out until she came undone for the second and third time.

Macy was panting, still reeling from their hot session when she heard the sound of his belt. A smirk crossed her face, if there was anything she was good at, it was giving a blow job.

So she turned around, helping him do his belt, and intended to pull him free when Victor suddenly turned her around and bent her over the dresser, his hand pressing her head hard against the surface.

He whispered into her ears, “Don’t you dare touch him, you’re not worthy,”

“Fine, I’m not worthy. So just punish me already and get it over with,” She breathed seductively, jutting out her behind in the air for him. Macy didn’t think much of his words, believing it was all part of the game.

Victor’s hands went over her ass and then he went right into her warning drawing a scream from her throat. Macy was out of breath and she grabbed the dresser for anchor as he began to move inside of her.

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He didn’t go easy on her. Victor rammed into her with great animalistic strength; she cried and whimpered and moaned altogether. It was a delicious pain.

Her hands went around his neck from behind as she was now standing while he pounded into her. However, it seems that was not enough for Victor because he pushed her down once again, her head pressed against the surface as he slammed into her over and over again even when she reached her climax.

Victor dominated her in every way possible and pounded into her till her fourth climax. Macy couldn’t take it anymore and her legs were unable to carry her, yet he didn’t stop. It wasn’t until she began to cry flesh tears and plead with him to stop that he ended with her fifth climax, exploding everything inside of her.

Nonetheless, it was blissful but Macy collapsed on the dresser. This was the most intense sex she and Victor ever had and it was wonderful. She heard the sound of ruffling and knew he was still getting ready to leave.

Macy bit on her lips, she can’t let him go yet. Victor was precious to her as much as Marcel was important to her, she can’t let either go.

So she turned around with the hope of finding a way to appease his anger only to see him fishing some notes from his wallet.

Macy couldn’t believe her eyes when Victor dropped the huge sum of money on top of her dresser.

Her face changed at once, “What is the meaning of this?” Her fists were shaking by her side.

“What do you think?” Victor pretended to be oblivious to her question, “Or is it still not enough?”

Macy reached out and landed a heavy slap on his face, tears pricking her eyes. How dare he treat her like a prostitute?

Victor touched the spot where she slapped him and touched it, blinking twice. She hit him. Then he reached out without warning and grabbed her by the throat, causing her eyes to widen as he sneered, “Who do you even think you are?”

Macy tried to fight him but he knew her moves quite well and countered them, tightening his grip on her throat till she was choking.

“You offered your body as a whore does and we had a good time. I paid you for your services and you dared to hit me?” He smirked sardonically at her, “Do you even know the power I wield in this family?”

Macy was full of fear. It was almost as if Victor had become a different person and he had never touched her until today. He was always careful and gentle with her.

“Now, listen carefully to me,” Victor called for her attention and she gave it to him. Not that she had a choice anyway.

“From today onwards, we aren’t friends nor acquaintances. You won’t talk to me unless necessary and for work purposes, otherwise I’ll summon the demons inside of me for your sake. Is that clear?” he asked her.

Since Macy couldn’t talk, she only nodded. Tears filled her eyes now and some dropped on Victor’s hands who let go of her throat only to grab her chin.

“From now on, Macy is dead to me and you’re nothing but the girl my cousin and I fucked,” was the last word he said before letting go of her, picking up his things.

She began to cough hard, Victor almost crushed her windpipe and her throat was hurting badly. Macy didn’t even know she wasn’t breathing until Victor left her apartment.

Macy sat on the floor, leaning against the dresser with her knees raised to her chest, and wrapped her arm around it. She didn’t even realize she was shaking.

When Victor paid attention to her, she just thought it was fun. Not to mention the fact he wanted them to keep it a secret. The next they were having sex and like every girl out there was thrilled with the attention he showered her.

However, her eyes have always been on Marcel who didn’t even pay her attention until an opportunity came and she proved her worth to him, becoming his assistant. Then one day, it just happened between them.

She and Victor had been for fun, yet why does he make her the bad one here?