The Forbidden Daffodil

the idea of killing Carlos is a grave mistake or rather a near impossible task. She was hissing in rage from time to time while cursin

ent in his eyes. That clearly explained his victory but not the portion of the win. She raised her hand to unbutton his shirt when he gripped her hand in his calloused one. Turning her body he pushed her to the nearby wall and started inhaling the scent. It was not

n her seductive voice, bri

He slapped her right ass cheek

unbothered, ruthless and selfish yet quite a nice pair in the world of Mafia. Carlos had never thought of love as for him the body came first. Somewhere Greta knew such things and also knew

s back to enjoy the only silence between them. For her he came back after a certain time. For him she behaved the same way as he wanted. His one type of stress buster was lying in front of him. Opening his eyes he looked at her half buried figure. The soap foam was covering her nudity up to her bre

idened her eyes and looked at him with surprise. This was the first time he wa

of s

mole in my own team." He rasped,

e this time?" She drew patte

his neck to show her. Greta started riding him sl

xcept me." She trailed her fingers on his n

while she was riding him with more i

the person into half who would dare to come that cl

ng a new level of satisfaction. The moment he realized his release he

Greta." He panted heavily after re

now

t the washroom. He was wrapped in a towel and she

s already feeling exhausted and sore down there. Carlos was not the first man. Definitely he was her second

eaving the day after tomorrow to stay with her dad. Until they are getting

out the mole in the team. She brou

We know Sylvester was the

his side and placed his arm on his eyes. Greta slid beside him

constant unrest that was telling him to take some steps in advance. But nowhere he was ge

hair, he lit a cigarette and closed his eyes. He repeated the entire scene from the club of Detroit. From the mo

s trained eyes were roaming inside the club. Strippers, waitresses, and prostitutes were packed t

y got a girl. The man was supposed to be married as soon as Carlos got to know. But till now he hadn't got a chance to meet David's girl or whore. David was enjoying dropping his head back when Carlos noticed the wait

as partially visible in the same place who seemed to speak some words. He didn't get the idea of the conversation but saw the girl nodding her head in affirmative gesture. She walked from there to pass t

She blinked her eyes several times until he grabbed the drink. The dim light was not doing enough justice to look very clearly but

a traitor would stutter or fear like that. He examined her muscles which were flexed due to the sudden ch

athing and stiffness showed the budding pressure inside her. He wanted to fuck her hard pulling such stuff before

the time she crossed the crowd. Someone from the crowd could also spike his drink when she was passing by them. Altogether the entire plan

the drink was not spiked then she would have survived. The gainer would always be him. To make things soothing he gave h

fied and so did Carlos. He wanted more blood. On his way back Carlos fucked one more

blood war he was maintaining himself. He knew how madly he could be drawn to blood. He was just keeping the beast in sleep mode before lashing out his brutality. He played th

mething else too. Greta was surely a nice f