Chapter 5. The French Kiss

Vittorio drinks his drink quickly, then pours himself another and downs it in one go. He looks towards the stage as the girls set up their show for the night. However, watching them dance naked does nothing to quell the anger he feels inside.

"Sir," Fabian's voice snapped him out of his stupor.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I heard that Mr. Garibaldi liked the young lady. He must be very pleased with that."

"I think he likes me too much."

"What do you mean?"

"That he took the damn blonde away."

Fabian is surprised because that had never happened at the club, especially not with Garibaldi. He was a man who was known to have few women, didn't like prostitutes, and wasn't very sociable with people.

He was ruthless and had very little patience. Why would he take a woman from the club?

"But he doesn't like whores," Vittorio looks at him sideways.

"That's why he liked her, because she wasn't a damn prostitute."

Vittorio picks up the bottle from the table to throw it against the wall. He's pissed off because they took one of his girls. And it had to be her, of all people. She wasn't his type, but she had that damn face...

"Do you want me to do something? I'll get more girls like that."

"Call Isabella."

Fabian nods and leaves the VIP room...

A few seconds later, Isabella enters the room, completely terrified of how her boss is going to treat her.

"Come here," he says, and she quickly obeys, standing next to him. "I'm very angry, and you know that.

"It wasn't my fault that girl didn't get ready.

He purses his lips at her response and reaches out to grab her by the mini skirt she was wearing that night. He drags her body to the chair and sits her astride his lap.

"I know, I know..." He holds her neck in a caressing manner, but gradually begins to squeeze until she opens her eyes a little wider.

"I can't breathe..." she says with difficulty.

Vittorio releases her and she begins to cough. After that, he looks down at her blouse and tears it in two with both hands, freeing her breasts. He immediately grabs one to smell it first, then takes it in his mouth and begins to suck on the nipple.

He massages the other breast with his free hand and continues sucking on the nipple in his mouth, using his teeth to bite the skin.

"Ah!" Of course, she moans and arches her back, but he places a hand on her back to hold her where he wants her.

He continues to pull on her nipple incessantly until he releases it and moves on to the other one, first licking all around the breast and finally putting the nipple in his mouth, followed by sinking his teeth into it.

"No, please," Isabella moans, and that's when Vittorio pulls away from her to grab her chin brutally.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to piss me off even more than I already am?

"No, no..." she replies fearfully.

Vittorio returns to licking Isabella's nipple, then moves his hand down the middle of her body until he reaches the waistband of her skirt. He violently lifts her skirt up to her waist and pulls aside the panties she is wearing.

He slides his hand between her thighs until he reaches her vagina, using two fingers to rub the top of it for a while.

"Your pussy is so soft," he murmurs as he continues to suck her nipple.

Then he uses his middle finger to slide it down the center of her labia to find her damn dry and rough pussy.

"Damn it, girl, when will you start lubricating?" He takes her by the chin. "The ones who fuck you won't be nice to you, and they'll stick their dicks in you even when your vagina isn't lubricated, do you understand?"

Isabella tries to hold back the tears, but it's useless.

"Oh! Are you going to cry?" He shakes his head quickly without saying a word.

Full of rage and quite angry, Vittorio quickly pulls his cock out of his pants, grabs it by the base, lifts the brunette's body slightly, and positions the head of his cock against her vagina.

With a single thrust, he penetrates the young woman's pussy, but so violently that she screams in pain.

"See? If you don't lubricate, it will hurt. Imagine if five penises fucked you a day and you didn't lubricate at all," he says as he roughly enters her vagina, bringing tears to her eyes. "If you got wet, you wouldn't feel this kind of burning sensation."

"Stop, it hurts," she tries to get up, but he prevents her.

"You won't leave here until I fuck you until my anger disappears."

He grabs her with both hands and starts lifting her up and down, but when he lowers her, he does so roughly.

"Oh, yes! This is so good, I can feel you getting wet."

He notices how she bites her lips and frowns. She was having a hard time, and that turned him on. When the woman suffered during sex, he found it pleasurable.

"Come on, I want you to move your hips for my cock."

He grabs one of her breasts and squeezes it, then lifts her up and lays her on the table, spreads her legs wide, and ends up pulling the string of her panties until it breaks. He watches as his cock enters the small hole of her vagina and savors the moment.

"Your pussy is the best I've ever tasted."

He spits on the junction of their sexes and begins to penetrate her roughly until the table starts to move from side to side.

He grabs one of her tits while his other hand rests on her waist, leans forward, and continues to thrust hard. Her tits move in time with his thrusts, while her cheeks turn pink.

"Come on, damn it, moan, I want you to moan with pleasure. Tell me you're enjoying it, you stupid fucking whore."

He looks down again, noticing that his penis is splattered with blood and her whitish fluid.

"At least you're starting to lubricate."

He continues to enter her, creating a morbid sound as their sexes unite. Vittorio spreads her thighs wider, managing to see the inside of her pussy. It was already swollen and reddened.

"Fuck, your pussy is so good."

He continues to devote all his attention to Isabella's pussy as his cock slides in and out of her. As soon as he feels he is about to ejaculate, he speeds up his thrusts, and after a few seconds, he ends up cumming inside her.

"Fuck..." he gasps, tilting his head back. "I really got my revenge."

He gasps as he withdraws his penis from inside her body. Isabella immediately closes her thighs and ends up sitting down.

"I don't want to have to see you scream like a little girl. If you do it again, I swear I won't leave a single inch of your body untouched, understand?"

"Yes."

"Get out and go clean yourself up."

Once he is alone, he takes another bottle to pour himself a drink and drinks it immediately. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand and pours himself another.

"Damn Antonio."

[...]

Antonio stops the car in the parking lot of his mansion. As he gets out, he can still hear the screams of the woman who had driven him crazy.

"Damn it, why the hell did I bring her here?" He walks quickly to the back of the car, opens the trunk, and the blonde quickly escapes.

He turns violently to grab her almost in midair, hugging her body so that his face is very close to hers. They look into each other's eyes and don't say a word.

"If you keep screaming, I'll put a bullet in your head."

Bianca calms down, thinking of her grandparents and how no one would take care of them if she died. However, she was trapped in the hands of this man with no way to escape.

"That's better, nice and quiet."

Antonio hoists her onto his shoulder to carry her into his house. Meanwhile, Bianca looks around and realizes that it is a huge house. Well, at least the entrance is what she can see.

Upon entering the mansion, they begin to climb some stairs. She looks around and confirms her suspicions: it was a huge house.

After a few seconds, they enter a room and the man throws her onto a bed where she bounces. He stares at her and she just frowns and starts to back away on the bed.

"What's your name?" But Bianca remains silent, never taking her eyes off him. "Aren't you going to say anything?" He crosses his arms as his patience wears thin. "Outside, you made a complete scene, and now you're not saying anything.

"Let me go."

"No."

Bianca begins to shed tears. She continues to look at the man and thinks she must find a way to convince him to let her go.

"I need to go."

"You're not leaving here," Antonio puts his hands in his pockets. "Tell me your name." He waits for an answer, but suspects she won't respond. "You'd better tell me willingly and not by force. I'm not a patient man."

"Bianca."

Antonio nods, then looks her up and down. He approaches the bed and begins to crawl on it.

When Bianca sees him approaching, she begins to back away quickly from this stranger who clearly has no good intentions toward her. He bought her. What the hell was she thinking? But her attempts to escape evaporate when he grabs her ankle to pull her toward him.

"Where are you going?" Antonio positions himself on top of her, holds her wrists above her head, and brings his lips as close as he can to hers. "There's no escape, Bianca."

"Please don't do this." He positioned himself between her thighs until he managed to open them completely for him.

"How old are you?" Her eyes begin to fill with tears, preventing the CEO from moving forward. "Tell me..."

"20... I'm 20 years old."

She climaxes, shedding more tears as she closes her eyes. She couldn't take it anymore; she could do nothing but surrender.

The CEO watches her cry rivers of tears, which is like a barrier for him. She is the first woman he has found difficult to fuck. Why? He swallows hard as he looks at those full, pink lips, licking his own lips as he slowly moves closer to them.

Until he managed to brush his lips against hers, and at that moment Bianca opened her eyes, but he didn't move away from her mouth.

Her lips were sweet, but salty from her tears. However, he found them delicious. He deepens the kiss, holding her wrists with one hand and her chin with the other.

He barely manages to open Bianca's mouth so he can slip his tongue inside. When his tongue touches hers, Antonio feels himself go completely weak. He continues kissing Bianca, feeling her awkwardness.

Well, in fact, she wasn't kissing him. Nevertheless, that doesn't stop him, and he continues to play with her tongue... but when they separate, the CEO looks into the girl's blue eyes. Honestly, she was very naive.

"Have you never been kissed with tongue before?" Bianca blinks several times and wonders, What the hell was all that?

She felt that man's tongue inside her mouth. It was warm and soft and made strange movements inside her. Was that a French kiss?