Page 63 of Punished
“Julian Torelli, my boss would like a word with you,” Akane said with an evil grin before dealing him a powerful roundhouse kick to his face, which knocked him out cold. His body fell back against his desk, then to the floor.
“We’re not killing him?” Maverick asked as he looked down at the unconscious man.
“My boss wants to watch him die,” Akane said. “Bring him.” With that, she picked up both hers and Maverick’s masks and handed him his. They both put their masks back on to walk through the gas-filled building.
Maverick gave her another lust-filled look that was hidden behind his mask before he bent down and scooped up the man. He tossed the man over his shoulder, then followed her out of the building. Along the way, they passed their crew gathering whatever money was found, as well as drugs they could save.
“Burn it to the ground,” Akane said to one of the Castiello men before walking outside. He handed her a set of keys, nodded, and walked away.
Maverick followed her to the car where he dumped the man inside the trunk. Akane removed their knives from Julian’s arm, bandaging the wounds so he wouldn’t bleed too much. Both Maverick and Akane tied him up so he wouldn’t be able to move, then Maverick closed the trunk. They removed their masks and Maverick looked at her. Her bosom was heaving, his cock was throbbing, and both of them looked at each other like they wanted to rip their clothes off.
Before he could speak, Akane grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face to hers for a hot and heavy kiss, tongue and all. She pulled back abruptly and pushed Maverick away, causing him to stumble a bit before catching his footing.
“Drive,” she commanded, and tossed him the car keys, then climbed into the passenger side.
“Holy shit,” Maverick panted as he ran his fingers through his hair, his mind reeling. He looked at the car where the sexiest woman alive was waiting for him to join her and he smiled. He climbed in behind the wheel and took off. In the rearview mirror, he saw the building burst into flames and knew it was done to burn away a lot, if not all, of the evidence and only leave bodies behind. Fire was always their friend in these sorts of matters.
“Pull over,” Akane ordered after they’d been driving for three minutes. They were just far enough away from the fire and public view thanks to the desolate area of Port Morris.
Maverick pulled the car over. All around them were more abandoned factories and an old railroad yard and rusty, broken-down gantry cranes from a long-lost time. She climbed out of the car first, then he followed, joining her around the rear of the car. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
She turned around fast, kicking Maverick in the chest, which sent him crashing onto the trunk. He grunted from the impact, but beforehe could rise, she climbed on top of him, her lips crushing against his. She captured his face between her hands, caressing his stubbled chin as their lips devoured each other. She reached down between them, her hands roaming over Maverick’s body as they kissed.
Maverick didn’t care that they were covered in blood that just made this moment even sweeter. He reached behind her and grabbed her ass just like he’d been wanting to do. It was as firm and plump as it looked and his fingers gripped her hard, making her moan into his mouth. She undid his pants and pulled his hard cock free, then climbed down to suck his cock between her blood-red lips.
“Ahhhh fuucck!” Maverick gasped as he let his head fall back on the trunk. It didn’t matter that they had their victim locked inside and that he was now awake and making muffled noises. All that mattered was what Akane was doing to him. He thought he was going to cum, he was so aroused. He looked down at her, then shoved her off. He didn’t want to cum in her mouth, at least not yet. He climbed off the trunk and grabbed her by the neck. “My actions speak loud enough for you, baby?”
Akane’s eyes were glazed over with animalistic desire. Never had he had a woman look at him like she wanted to bathe in his blood as they fucked and that blew his mind. He released her neck long enough to turn her around, then he slammed her against the trunk hard enough to make her cry out. A sound that made his dick sing.
He watched as she undid her pants, and he helped her pull them down. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and his eye widened when he saw her beautiful pussy exposed.
“Fuck,” he growled, then dropped to his knees. He wrapped his lips around her pussy, licking and sucking as Akane moaned in pleasure. His own cock was so hard, he thought it would burst if he didn’t get satisfaction. He made sure he wet his future pleasure zone with hissaliva before taking his position behind her. He aimed, then slammed forward. Something told him that Akane liked it rough, which was exactly how he wanted to give it to her. “Take it!” he snarled.
He gripped her hips strong enough to leave nail imprints and finger bruises as he pounded into Akane. She reached back, raking her nails along his ass cheeks and thighs, leaving bloody scratches that heightened his libido like a rocket taking off for space. The car rocked with their movement and he swirled and pumped his hips, making sure to fuck her better than he ever fucked any woman before. For some reason, he wanted to impress her since this was their first time.
Akane didn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure and her nails scratched the slick paint job of the expensive car as she came, screaming like a banshee.
“Ahh, ahhh, ahhh fuck,” Maverick roared as his orgasm damn near gave him an out-of-body experience, it was that powerful. He quaked hard, his body twitching as his hips pumped with sporadic movements until the last drop of cum was milked from his balls. Blood from his clothing smeared on Akane’s ass and his hands, but it was such a gorgeous site to him. All the red decorating her creamy skin. He wanted to lick it away, but then again, it wasn’t her blood. It was the blood of dozens of men they had killed. Which was also sexy.
Maverick pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. Akane straightened and pulled her pants back up. She then finger-combed her long, silky black locks as she gazed at Maverick. The banging and muffled yells continued to come from the trunk and she rolled her eyes.
“Pop the trunk,” she said.
Maverick walked around to the driver’s side and pressed the button to open the trunk. He then watched as Akane stomped the man in the face three times until he passed out again. The level of violence in thatwoman called to the savage fiend that lived inside of him. He wanted to fuck her again but now wasn’t the time. He’d certainly have his way before returning home. Seeing that the problem had been dealt with, he climbed back behind the wheel. Once Akane joined him, he took off.
***
The ride back home had been a quiet one, but Maverick didn’t mind it. Sometimes, after a mission like that, not having to think about anything was a blessing. He just wanted to bask in the glory of it all. Once they arrived back at the hideout where Rico was resting up, he carried a still-unconscious Julian Torelli back to Rico’s room where the mob boss was now awake.
He dumped the man on the floor in the middle of the plastic that had been prepared, then stepped back. He looked around the room and noticed Akari and Akane exchanging glances at each other as if they were communicating telepathically. Akari shook his head and Akane giggled.
Alessia was the one to walk over to Julian and motion for one of their men to wake the asshole up. Which they did and not in a pleasant way. After several kicks to his gut and crotch, the man came to with a groan and whimper. Maverick watched everything, even Rico’s smile as the man was tortured.
“You’re done and the rest of the families are next,” Alessia said.
The man was breathing hard, his face contorted in agony. He shook his head. “I... I didn’t shoot Rico,” he said.
“Oh, we know. That honor goes to the Jade Dragon Triad. None of you have any men in your families who were able to pull off that feat,” Alessia said. “You’re going to die today because you dared to defy myhusband.” She stepped behind the man now, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. She looked at her husband and Rico nodded. Smiling, Alessia pulled a jagged-bladed knife from the garter of her stocking and with slow precision, ran the blade across the man’s neck. He gurgled as he choked on his own blood that gushed from his body in a torrent.
