"Oh God! Oh God! Fuck!" The blonde beneath him scream with every single thrust of his shaft. Deeply and fast, making sure every part of her body is branded by his heat and lustful desire.
He grabbed her hair and yanked it hard enough so her face would look up, bending he rbody while her ass was lifted on air.
Sounds of harass slapping to her thighs was loud, filling the room with their breathless moan and sigh.
Sweat darted his skin, sliding down his lean and while his hair became wet from it. Nevertheless, he didn't remove his mask and allow himself to experience the pleasure of fucking the doll beneath him while his mind wanders to the real Doll he dreamt to owned from the first day he saw her.
"Please, master! Please! Oh!" The blonde Doll screams again. No doubt enjoying the pleasure of being fucked and used like she always does in the past.
Not her but this will do for now.
The real deal
The real woman his whole body and soul hungers for is resting in her room. No doubt wearing her silver silk night gown and her long dark brown hair spread across her pillow.
Her soft lips, curvy body with the tiniest waist and arse he can dig his fingers into. Just the thought of her moan his name as she receives her pleasure from him made him moan too.
"Oh God, Lili baby..."
"I'm not Lily, master..." The blonde doll beneath her spoke the whole time his eyes was closed.
Realisation hits him when he realise his whole imagination was nothing less than a trick his mind made to deceive him. To torture him.
Making him remember what his last conversation with the old bitch went.
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As if I could love a devil. Nor will my granddaughter. Keep the bar. We'll be leaving in two more weeks. The Chapel of Mother Mary will be our refuge while we get ourselves stable and on our feet so you don't have to worry about what will happen to her. Trust me, she won't feel the same way about you.
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Fire burns to his core and he can feel his blood boiling in rage. He pulls the blonde Doll hair harder and she winced in pain rather than the pleasure earlier.
"Who tell you to speak, bitch?" He spat to the side of his face. Tears roll down her cheek and he has no mercy for her.
"You speak again, I will put a hole on that pretty face of yours, you got it?" He scolded again and the Doll nodded immediately and quickly.
At this point, Aryan was losing interest and rather than finish what he had started, he took out his shaft and push the Doll hard on the bed until she grimaces in pain.
"Fuck it. I have no mood to do this. Leave. Grab that sheet with you."
The blonde Doll quickly scrambled off the bed and quickly rip the white sheets with their fluid on it. She struggled to rip it and on the verge of tears but Aryan didn't care. He went to a nearby drawers and take out his cigarette.
Lighting it up, he hears a door closed behind him and rolled his eyes.
Sitting on a chair neat the bed, he bend over while exhaling smokes in his black leather trousers, hair disarray and nude from waist up,
"You shouldn't be rough with the merchandise, Aryan. Even if she's used, she can still be worth a few grand."
Aryan flip his head to the door and rolled his eyes.
It was Ethan Caldera. Co-owner and investor of the House of Dolls and though his presence was rare in the house, his influence and power speaks volume.
"What the fuck do you want, asshole?"
Knowing him since they were a kid, Aryan grew along side him and it was their hardship and suffering as a kid, begging in the streets of Centralia that made them work harder and smarter to change their fate.
Working from the bottom under the town richest folks and doing illegal activities along the way like selling drugs and even making deals out of it was when Aryan lost his left eyesight.
T'was a deal gone wrong and rather than giving to his sad, pathetic fate, he fought and fought and do whatever it takes, including serving people of all kind to get to where he is today.
He knows no losing.
Only winning and he will do that till the day he died and along that journey, Ethan stood by him through thick and thin. The darker version of him, he has jet black hair, blue eyes and of Portuguese descent.
"Oh, not much. Just curious about the two bars of gold in the chest."
Atyan turned around furious and smashing the burnt bud of the cigarettes on a ....
"You fucking open my chest?"
Aryan wanted to jump on this man, hit the life out of him for for daring to touch his stuff especially the chest where all the profits from the Dollhouse resides. Ethan immediately chuckled and raised both his palm to ask him to calm down.
"Ah, ah, ah. Calm down, big boy. We are co-partnes now. I have the right to see our finance box and finding out where the fuck that priceless bars came from."
Ethan life the gold bars Lady gave from behind his back and wave it to Aryan. Aryan stops in his tracks and sighed. He march passed Ethan and grabbed the satchel.
"You can forget about it, I will give it back. Not going to take it."
Aryan didnt get to open his door when Ethan clapped his hand behind him and made a clicking sound from his mouth.
"You stupid, fucking, asshole."
Atyan turned around to face Ethan.
"You want that bitch so much, you willing to give that hundred thousands worth of bar? Its antique, my friend. Two of twelve pieces from Adam's Vessels. How that old bitch got that in her possession I don't know but here this, if we can get 10 more of those, we'll be Gods."
Aryan crossed his Armand tilt his head
"If you know where it's from, why you ask?"
"
Oh, I just want to tell you to give up your obsession with the cute bitch or you'll get our business down the drain."
Aryan saw red. He push Ethan to the wall and lay his hands along Ethan's throat.
"No one call Lilibeth a bitch. You don't spoil ber name with you filthy, rotten, mouth."
He gave a final shove to Ethan 's throat until he cough a few times. He later stare at Aryan who stood a few feet from him a d ask.
"What so special about her anyway?"
Aryan look away sighing. "You don't get it. No one do."
Filling his mind with the thoughts of Lilibeth made his lips move without him realising it.
"Her purity, soul gazing eyes, gentle soul, her innocence and kindness. Gosh, he rbody. The swell of her breast, tiniest waist but the curvier bottom. Smooth creamy skin, red lips, I could make poetry with that lips alone. I hunger for her, Ethan. I crave for her. You will never find anything like that anywhere else. That's a gem and I'm keeping it"
"Not by giving those bars, you won't. You want her that badly, Aryan?" Ethan gritted his teeth and went all up Aryan's face.
"Don't mean much to me if you planning to return that bars away. Look, the only thing stopping you is the fact that they've paid their debt and the grandmother cock- blocking you."
"Lili doesn't know the debt has been paid." Aryan replied and Ethan reacted with a surprised expression.
"What?"
"Lady not telling her about the bars. Only how they're leaving soon. Something about hiding where the bars come from."
Ethan smiled. He cup both of Aryan's shoulder and tap it few times. "Ah. That's good then. It gives me an idea. I'll let you have your woman, Aryan and the only way to do that is getting rid of that old lady."
Aryan frowned and nor did he looked convinced. "If Lili thinks her grandmother died because of me, she'll never accepts me."
"Oh, that can be arranged easily. Have faith, partner. You will get what you want soon. I promise."