Married into the mob (closed)

Rather amazed to have the place to themselves, he followed her in her little dash. His legs weren't quite what they use to be when he placed High School football, but he was able to catch up to her in the end, scaling the tower and looking out over the harbor with the setting sun casting brilliant displays of color that couldn't be matched in the States, there were bright yellows and reds in a sea of blue as the sun slowly reached the water's surface.

Placing a hand to her shoulder and pulling her close for warmth, the two stood there side by side watching the marvel. Not a word was spoken between them for quite some time.

When the sun was gone, it was time for leave and the temperature was dropping. "Let's go back to the hotel," the Blood King said taking up her bag in one hand and in the other he held his wife's hand.

The journey back was quiet. The street lights came on to light their path.
 
Zita smiled as she felt him hald her close,for a moment she forgot how they met and how her life end up upside down cause of the blood king. She was relax in his arms and glad share this moment. She thank him for carrying the stuff, followed at his side.

She looked around in awe of this land, she followed his lead as always. She gasp as she saw the street light : " it's so beautiful...I am so happy we came here....I never got travel at place like these..."
 
"Indeed". That was all he said of it, wrapping a hand around her waist and pulling her close. He was not a man to comment on beauty, he wanted to just stand there and take it all in while he pulled his wife in close to watch it with her.

It was just the two of them in the tower and the sky slowly bled red until the disc descending below the horizon casting a bright red sky that lasted for several more minutes before melting away into darkness revealing the thousands of stars of the galaxy.
 
She welcomed his touch as he was in a good mood. She. Rarely got to enjoy this side of husband. She leaned back against him smiling.

She looked up at the stars :" i love being here with you "

Their moment interrupted by a couple stumbling over, grop eachother as they apologize. The man suddently pulls out a gun and demand their cash . As the girl pull out a knife

" cash now or i might kill your woman "
 
The Blood King smirked. They couldn't be serious. Were they trying to rob him, the Blood King? They obviously didn't know who he was, that he was carrying. They weren't just some blind tourists, carrying tons of money and be fat fish for them to rob. No. As they aimed the tip of their blades at them, the Blood King slowly reached for his pocket, his smile grew wider.

"Okay. Here. You can take it," he said in a low voice.

The pistol was whipped out. Pistol beats knife.

His first shot dropped the woman with the knife to his wife. She just dropped to the ground without a sound. The pistol then cracked as the man stood there is utter shock. The second shot dropped him with a bullet right to the chest.

They lay at his blood, blood flowing across the concrete. There was no cries or pleas. Not even a siren. Two dead and no one seemed to care.
 
Zita stood there shocked and lost for words as she back away from the pool of blood that was growing. She look at her man in shock as she stuttered: " wh...wh..wha...what...ha..have you....done...?" *Look around in a panic and back at him and simply started back away from the scene without waiting for him. Her mind was chaotic as she started to head down the stairs and trip over her own feet. She manage to catch her balance as she lean on the wall and started head down towards the exit door and froze realizing people might see her and she wanted nothing to do with all this.

The idea of going to prison in a foreign country was not what she imagine for her vacation. She was frozen in place as she did not know how to leave such a scene without being notice. She was trembling like a leaf as she try sum the courage to leave the building. She was so caught in the panic, she could not hear the blood king foot step approach her from behind.
 
"I did what I had to do," he said coldly holstering his pistol. Looking around, there were no screams, no sirens. The bodies lay there on the ground cold. Grasping his hand, he said, "Let's go, back to the hotel."

He didn't care for their lives. Two petty criminals, this country would have given them a medal for getting rid of them, they wouldn't care for them. "Go back to the hotel and don't say a word," he instructed his wife.

When they reached the front desk, he sent her up then stayed at the front desk and had them call the police to report of the robbery.
 
Zita gasps feeling him grab her hand and pulled her to him as he led the way to their hotel. They appear to most like a couple eager get to the hotel for fun and not fleeing a murder scene. She complied knowing he was not happy about the situation and she did not want to upset him more. She rushed up to their bedroom , panicked fearing soemone had notice or worse come after them.

When she finally calmed a bit she decide to try forget about it knowing the blood king would take care of such matters. She end up throwing up in the toilet from her anxiety till she sat on the tile. She tried to recompose herself to not things worse and upset him. She washed her face, brushed her teeth before starting a bath. She slip into a boiling hot bath and relaxed knowing he would control the situation. She started think of the good times she had with him without the desaster which made her smile. She finally slip out of the bath and rince off before slipping into a short night gown as she step on the balcony and look out at the beautiful view.

She pushed back her hair as she lean on the rail as she thought of the nice moment she spend with her man and smiled. She soon was lost in her thoughts as she looked ou towards the sea....
 
For a poor police force, they were quite eager. When summoned to the hotel they took down the Blood King's testimony before being taken to the scene. There the two bodies were still laid out, untouched after all of this time. Of course they processed the scene, but when it came to confiscating his firearm for testing, they didn't see that taking it was necessary when several greenbacks were thrust into the pockets. 'Just a couple of petty thieves' the officers smiled tossing the bodies into the back of an ambulance before leaving the area, leaving the Blood King alone with just a blotch of dark stain on the ground where the blood from his latest victims flowed.

He took his time coming back to the hotel. Hands in his pockets he casually walked towards the front, looked up and saw his wife at the railing leaning forward to observe the horizon before whistling at her and waving to get her attention.
 
She turn to see him as he whistle to her, Zita walked over to him still shaken by the incident. She examined him as she approached to make sure he was not injured. She ran her hands over his chest and strangely found comfort by the contact: " What did they say? do we need to go to the police station? or will they return later?"

She slowly let go of his chest as she took a step back, she did not want her vacation to turn into a prison sentence in a foreign country, the very idea, terrified her . She back up a few step till her back was against the desk in the room: " I take it....you want to return home after such an event.." * A part of her had been pissed as the attacker ruin their moment of bonding as a couple that met under insane circumstance. She was not about to inquire about how could he kill easily, she wasn't about make everything worse*

She hesitated to speak and could not keep eye contact: " I take it that if we are expected to meet them at the station...we need to pack up our stuff and leave? " *She glance back to the keys on the nightstand beside their unused king size bed;" i can get my stuff in the luggage in few minutes...its not a problem" *Honestly the whole situation made her uncomfortable when it concern such matters. She did not know what to say and she did not want to upset him. She tried to control her shaking and failed miserably, she tried to relax and walk away from him casually to grab her stuff to back. One thing was for sure, he would not let her leave him , now that she witness him commit another murder in front of her eyes.*
 
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He didn't say anything at first to her. Instead he walked into the room, shut the door, and went to the mirror next to the bathroom and looked himself over in the reflection carefully taking off his clothes and letting them fall around his legs. When his wife spoke to him and paused to listen, he turned slowly and shook his head, "No. We're staying. We're not going to let a couple of hooligans destroy our fun," with a thin smirk on his lips.

He had expected his good wife to pick up his clothes while he checked himself over. "I'm going to go into the shower and then I'm going to sleep," speaking rather of factly.

He placed his gun on the counter and shut and locked the door. Starting up the shower he stepped in and relaxed for the first time since having to call the police. He didn't show it, but he tensed up seeing the uniformed officers out of fear that they wouldn't be so easily bought as they were back in the States. The police here were notorious for canning people and even beating people for interfering with a police investigation.
 
Zita watched him as he looked at himself over at his reflection, gulps as he began to undress before turning to her as he replied. She was unsure if this was such a good idea to stay but she was not about to argue with him as he was probably already in an annoyed mood. She quietly walked walked behind him and picked up his clothes to put them away as Scarlett would normally do. She nodded and watched him put the gun down on the desk and head to the shower.

She slip off her robe a place it aside before brushing her hair as she heard him fun the water as he step into the shower. She sighs as all was so perfect till those two moron destroyed their moment. She examine herself once more in the mirror before heading to their bed. She slip into their huge king size bed, it took a moment before she finally fell asleep. Later, she found herself dreaming of a nice setting at the beach with the sun setting as a male silhouette stood behind her. Soon she felt the hands roam over her hip and kisses up and down her neck, making her moan softly. She found herself shivering as she felt her nipple harden making her gasps as one of the hands tease her breast making her moan loudly...whispering: " he don't know..."
 
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Scrubbing himself down and feeling the relaxing hot water coarse over his body, he decided to turn off the shower and turn it into a bath. The tub was about half full when he eased into it, laying back with his head against the back wall, drawing a deep breath and letting it out slowly while the hot water did its work. The small room filled with steam clouding his vision. The hotel came with scented items to add to the bath in the form of small bottles, lavender, Epson salts, and the like. He threw them all in. Why not? He earned it, he thought. Dumping the contents and swirling them around, they were slow to take effect, but when they did, the thousands of small bubbles started tickling his skin and he sighed in deep relief, lowering his body until his chin touched the water's surface.

He drifted off into a light dream. Gone was the aftermath of what he had done, killed two people-but in his mind, they were robbers and he did it in self defense. For perhaps half an hour he lay there, stewing in his own juices until he finally snapped out of it. The steam had dissipated and he washed himself off before draining the tub, stepping out, and drying himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist and stepping out to find his wife in bed.
 
Zita dream began turn chance and turn into a night are. She suddently sat up in bed, gasping loudly. Looking around a bit dessoriented before Looking at the. Blood king.

She extended her hand out to him as she pulls back the blanket to invited him to bed.


She hesitated: " are you upset at me for waiting to free the scene? I just never seem someone die or been treaten bby a. Weapon... "

She tense up not sure He was upset or worried.

" i enjoyed most of our evening. "
She waited for his response in their bed, nervoussly
 
Looking down at her, a scorned look appeared across his face. For some reason he was upset at her. He couldn't explain why, but it appeared written all over her face. She was cheating on him, in that amount of time that he was taking a bath she had somehow taken in a lover and had pleasured herself in his bed before stealing away into the darkness.

"Who is he?" he demanded, first in a low growl, but when she hesitated for a moment, he roared, "WHO IS IT?!" grasping the sheets and throwing them off with her in them. She fell to the floor while he stomped over and picked up her clothes, looking them over intently for any signs of his being.

Not finding them, he threw them to the floor and looked around for any more sign of this mystery lover, but not finding him, he ordered her to sit down while he carefully interrogated her, his scared wife.

"I want to know who he is, what were you doing while I was in the bath. I want to know everything that you were doing, every position," he demanded. His words were coming out hot and fast, too fast for her to answer in time and no real answer seemed to satisfy his suspicion.
 
Zita was shocked at his accusation and screaming,my as she stumble on the floor. She quickly climb and sat back on the bed in disbelief. : " I swear, there was no other man in our bed...please be reasonable...I never cheat on you... "

She heard on his jealousy but never truly witness it in the past. She shook in tears : " I would never cheat on you...please ...believe me...please.. I never do that to you "

She was terrified of his mad moods and no one was around to distract him which was scarier. She was on her own in a foreign country with her angry husband. She tried reach out and touch his hand as she replied with a shaky voice : " please I never do that... I know ... I am your wife, please...please I never look at another man but you... "

She fear how the evening turn out as he was already upset of the attack and now insanely jealous of a Phantom man while he was taking a bath. She knew , she might end up paying the price for their attack to satisfy his rage over the situation.

She kneel before her husband in tears knowing she had to acknowledge he was right no matter if it was wrong. Shaking like a leaf, she began to slide her nightgown off before him and crawl towards him on her hands and needs : " I'm sorry daddy for being a dirty whore ...please punish my ass for being a whole. .."

She slowly reached out with shaky hands to remove his towel and take his cock in her mouth. Look up in tears as she sacked his cock a deep and fasts in tears as she Bob her head up and down his cock till he was hard . She patted his cock dry before turning on all four, raising her ass up in the air for him. Reaching back to stretch her out her butt cheek to submit for a brutal jealous punishment; " please rape my ass hole, daddy ....please remind my place and duty with a hard dry ass fucking.... please daddy, remind who this whole belong too..." * She held back her tears as she submitted to a severe analysis punishment as it finally sank in, his need came first even if it was illogical as it was her duty to make his days bareble *
 
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If she was going to convince him that she was not cheating, then she was going to have to earn it. And to earn it, it would come through her tears and her throat. When she raised her ass, swinging it slightly from left to right to try and please him, it wasn't enough. Folding his arms in front of his chest, the husband looked down at her with a searing scowl. He wasn't going to tell her what she was doing wrong, his loving and apologetic wife would have to figure it out for herself.

Her throat was tight, wrapping around his throbbing member with a firm grip, that thin figure swaying with the hourglass shape, perky backside and sunkissed flesh. She looked up with her teary eyes to see if what she was doing was correct, but he didn't say or do anything that would approve or disprove. She had to keep working for it.

After several minutes, he leaned over and slapped her ass hard, CRACK! Much harder than before that it sent a shock up her body and left a large red print on her ass. He went back to standing rigid, still looking down at her with a scowl, arms folded in front of his chest.
 
She let out a scream as he smack her ass had, she turned to him gulping hard. She crawled to him as she began to suck on his cock. Seeing his rage, she began to slowly deep throat, as she kept eye contact. She reach out to place his hand on her head as she began run his ball and deep throat him very slowly. She gagged a few times but did not dare pull back k owing he was enraged.

She whimpered as she eye contact while deep throating him
 
Her constant eye contact didn't appease him. If anything it only made him more enraged. She gobbled him up deep, all the way to the sac and out, wagging her tongue under his sac and even holding it until her eyes watered. It wasn't good enough.

"Get up on the bed" he demanded. Her moment's hesitation made him grasp her waist and toss her onto the bed. She flopped there onto her backside and then he ordered her to roll over onto her belly and stick up her rounded ass.

"Get ready" he said, "I'm going to fuck you raw until the answers come out of you."
 
Zita looked up at him scared as no matter how much of his cock she took in her mouth, he appeared even more enraged. She paled at his command as she withdrew his cock from her mouth. She lets out a frighten cry as he easily toss her on their bed, she whimpered as she complied. She lay on her stomach with her ass sticking up in the air as she parted her legs wide to expose herself as she did not dare defy his authority when he was in a foul mood.

She place the pillows under her chest and head, clutching them till her knuckles turn white as she knew he was gonna punish her. She tighten her ass knowing he like it that way if he used her asshole. A whimper escaped her mouth as she nodded as his statement. She tense up as she head the bed creak as he climb on the bed: " I swear....i didnt.... cheat... on you, daddy...I wouldn't dare...i swear....."
 
It wasn't going to work. He mounted the bed and thumped right into her ass without any warning any sort of lube. Her hole gave way instantly and the walls tightened firmly around his member. Pushing over her prone body, her face buried into the pillows.

Her ass the air, his hands held her there tightly fucking without mercy, the pillows fell off the bed, head board banging against the wall. The phone rang-it was the front desk saying there were complaints-but the husband wasn't going to stop until the answers were fucked out of her.

When that wasn't enough, he flipped her over, laid over her wet body, shoving his member right back into her anus and rolling his body into her, staring intently into her eyes and if she blinked he would slap her.

"Answer me!" he demanded over and over. Each time she stuttered he would slap harder.
 
Zita felt a shiver down her spine as he began to climb on the bed, whimpering as she felt him behind her. Throws back her head as she scream at the top of her lungs as he suddenly ram up her ass. She didn't even get to struggle as he pin her on their bed. She tense up as he grab her firmly and began pounding her ass raw.

She claws the mattress, crying under him as he punish her, the phone ringing help muffle her screams of agony. She cried as he showed her no mercy: " nooooo. ...please daddy, it hurts...mercy "

She pleaded with him to stop as he reposition her to face him, looking up helplessly, shaking her head : " please....don't. ...please, I didn't. .. "

Zita screams as he rams back in her ass, gasps as he slap her for closing her eyes.

" I. ..did...not....I swear..please...don't,... "
 
"Stupid fucking bitch," he yelled, "You dragged me half way around the world just so I could pay for it and have you bang your damn boyfriend!" slapping her ass. Her anus tightened up forcing him out, but it didn't matter as it went right back into her twat with his dry thumb going into her ass to loosen it back up.

"You're going to tell me everything. I want to know everything!" while grasping at the sheets around them on the off-chance that an article of clothing would appear. The phone stopped ringing. Good. Maybe they'll shut up or send someone up. That would give them a few minutes to extract the information. Her twat leaked fluid and the muscles were milking him. The excitement of her squirming also heightened his senses that his sac contracted.

Pulling out, he rolled his wife onto her back and mounted her straddling her chest and shoving his head into her mouth before ejaculating onto her face. It was humiliation he wanted. Perhaps with his seed on her face she would give up the information.
 
Zita shook her head in tears: " I didn't. ..I swear, plz stop. .. " * She screamed as he slap her ass hard enough to leave his hand print. She cried out as he ram his cock into her pussy, she threw back her head as she scream at the top of her lungs as he brutally deflower her pussy for the first time. She was crying as he loosen her raw ass as he pop her cherry*

" I never...I swear...I know...arrgghhhh...I'm only your to fuck " * crying as he pound her pussy as she tries pull herself off his cock. His cock now stain with her innocence as proof that he was her first time *

She struggles but end up chocking on his cock in her mouth till he came on her face. She look up in pain and humiliated . As his rage began to fade, he notice stain of her innocence on his cock and balls : " I never fuck No one but you, I swear...please no more ....please...no more...please... "

She look up frighten and still painfully sore from his jealous punishment, whimpers knowing he could keep fuck her for hour's if not day from his angry stamina.

" I would never cheat on you " her small body sore and trembling from pain
 
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Her face was glowing, the blood pumping through her veins, the sweat, and the cum bouncing off the light coming through the window. Even with his product all over her face, the whimpers, he wasn't pleased and cock-slapped her a couple more times before sliding off the bed and answering the door while wearing nothing.

The woman that answered the door was surprised to see the man in the nude and walked away saying nothing. Closing the door he came back and paused to look at his wife still on the bed now curled up. He didn't feel any shame for what he had done. Saying nothing he sat at the foot of the bed and slowly dressed himself and when he was done, stood up and calmly walked out of the room.

He didn't say where he was going or when he'll be back. He didn't know either. He wanted to go out and clear his head over what just happened and perhaps he would come back and catch her with her lover and he could dispatch him.
 
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