His Temptation

Dare

I am walking across the room when I hear muffled sounds from her room, I could tell exactly what those sounds were and it pissed me off. 

How dare you jerk off herself when I didn't give her the permission, I push open the door to found her squimmering under the sheets, she is breathless and shaking, her eyes are closed.

Is she dreaming? What is she dreaming of? 

"Please" I hear her whisper, the same way she did the other night. It's soft and soothing to the ear, I would never let her go if she begged me with such tone.

She pushed herself down, her legs crossed together and tightly.

I sit by the bed watching her, I could hear moans escaping her lips, my two fingers caressed her lips when she opened them wide. For a minute I thought she was awake and responding to me but she was still fast asleep, I dipped my fingers into her open mouth and she sucks on them immediately. 

Whatever she was dreaming off has her horny as shit. I pulled my fingers out of her lips and ran them down her body, the gown she was wearing got in the way of me feeling her. I wanted her to feel my touch, to know something else was happening in reality.

I ripped the gown off her body throwing it to the ground, exposing her round and hard boobs. She is still whimpering as we speak, no idea of what was going on.

Planting soft kisses on her body, my hands trailed to her pussy,

"Fucking wet" I cursed out, they were already dripping. Slipping my middle finger in, I added the forth finger, she worked her hips into my fingers, her body becoming calmer than before. It was like she could feel my presence or perhaps she was just too horny and needed something to calm her down. I slid them into her anyways beginning my movements, her moans were getting louder at each thrust, her walls closing in on my hands.

'Knock knock'

My eyes diverts to the door and my movement are faster, like I had no time to spare. I kept quiet to see if he would go away but he knocked again.

I rolled my eyes at the door and then turned back to her. She slowly opened her eyes, they are searching mine, she glanced at herself and the position my hands were and humiliation flushes on her face.

I posed a stern look at her before exiting the room.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe. Theo stood straight, arms clasped behind his back like the soldier he used to be. He'd been working for me for three years now, ever since he left the military.

"We have a situation," he said, his voice steady but laced with caution. "There are about twenty men outside. They're demanding to see you."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what do they want?"

"I'm not sure, Boss. They wouldn't say."

I sighed, my mind flashing back to the last time this many men showed up at my doorstep. That day ended in bloodshed, and I wasn't in the mood for a repeat. "Lead the way."

Theo nodded and turned, his boots clicking softly against the floor as he led me out of the house. I followed him into the garden, the crisp air biting against my skin. Ahead of me stood twenty men, lined up like soldiers. Five of them I recognized-old faces from my former gang-but the others were strangers, unfamiliar and untested.

"What's the meaning of this?" I asked, my voice sharp.

One of them stepped forward. "We want to work for you, sir."

"Why?" I asked, cutting to the chase.

"We trust you."

I almost laughed. Trust. That was a dangerous word in my world. I scanned their faces, noting their youth and vigor. These men were old enough to settle down, to build lives, not throw them away chasing power and loyalty to someone like me.

"I don't just let anyone join my family," I said, my tone cold. "If you want to be part of this, you'll have to cut all ties with your old lives. That means your families, your friends-everything you've ever known. Once you're in, there's no going back. If you can't handle that, then leave. Now."

My words hung heavy in the air, the weight of the ultimatum pressing down on them. I waited, watching their reactions closely.

The first man hesitated, glancing back at the others before stepping away. He walked off without a word. Slowly, five more followed, their footsteps fading into the distance. That left fourteen, standing firm, their faces set with determination.

I studied them, my gaze hard. "You've made your choice," I said. "But understand this: loyalty isn't just a promise. It's a sacrifice. If you betray me, I won't hesitate to end you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," they said in unison.

I crossed my arms and tilted my head, studying the ones who remained. They stood firm, their faces a mixture of defiance and determination.

Theo shifted slightly beside me, his hands clasped behind his back, ready for whatever might happen next.

"Interesting," I muttered, loud enough for them to hear. I took a slow step forward, letting the weight of my presence hang heavy in the air. "You've cut ties with your families already, have you? Or is this just bravado?"

The man who had spoken earlier straightened his posture. "We're ready to do whatever it takes. We've got nothing left to go back to."

Nothing left. I'd heard that line before, too many times to count. Most of them were telling the truth. Others were just desperate, looking for an anchor in a storm they couldn't weather on their own.

"Nothing left," I repeated, my tone flat. "That's convenient. But loyalty doesn't come cheap. If you think standing here means you're ready, then you're already mistaken."

Their eyes flickered, doubt creeping in. I took another step closer, pacing slowly in front of them like a predator sizing up prey.

"I don't need men who hesitate," I said, my voice sharper now. "I don't need men who think loyalty is a word they can throw around to gain favor. I need men who will bleed, fight, and kill without a second thought. Men who understand that this-" I gestured broadly around me, "-isn't just a job. It's a life sentence."

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut. One of the newer faces flinched slightly, and I honed in on him, stopping just inches away.

"You," I said, my eyes boring into his. "Are you ready to bleed for me?"

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Y-yes, sir."

"Prove it." I tossed a blade from my pocket, the sharp edge glinting in the sunlight as it landed at his feet.

His hesitation was all the answer I needed.

"That's what I thought," I said coldly. "Get out."

He didn't argue, didn't even look back at the others as he turned and walked away.

The remaining men stood a little straighter, their resolve hardening. Good. That was a start.

"The rest of you," I said, my tone dropping lower. "You want to be part of my family? Fine. But understand this-there's no turning back. From this moment on, you belong to me. Your lives, your loyalty, your blood. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," they echoed in unison.

I let the silence stretch for a moment longer, letting my words sink in.

"Congratulations to each and every one of you still standing. Welcome to the family," I announced, my voice carrying through the garden. A wave of cheers and chanting erupted from the group.

"This calls for a celebration," I added, scanning their faces before locking eyes with the young man who had spoken for the group earlier. "What's your name, lad?"

"Brad," he replied, confidence swelling in his tone.

I nodded, turned on my heel, and strolled back toward the house. The men followed, excitement bubbling in their footsteps. The living room bar, stocked to the brim with bottles of every kind, waited for us inside. 

The TV flickered on. I frowned at the sudden interruption but held my tongue.

"This is breaking news," the reporter's voice echoed through the room. "The daughter of Mayor Fredrick has been missing for over a week. The mayor is offering a reward of one million dollars to anyone who finds her and brings her home."

My eyes shot to the screen, and my breath hitched. The girl in the image-the mayor's daughter-was her. The same girl currently hiding upstairs in one of my rooms. A million dollars. The pieces clicked into place, a dangerous realization settling over me like a storm cloud.

The door to the kitchen creaked open, pulling me back to the present. My eyes snapped toward it. She stepped out, cautious as a thief in the night, wearing a black hoodie and jeans with cake all over her hoodie. She tiptoes.

She must have felt the weight of the room's attention because she froze mid-step. The tension thickened as she turned to face us, and the hoodie snagged on the door. It slipped off her head, revealing her face.

Every man in the room recognized her instantly. The room shifted, an unspoken chaos sparking to life.

I didn't hesitate. My hand darted to my back pocket, drawing my loaded gun. One of the men stepped toward her, greed plastered across his face.

"Boom!" The gunshot echoed, and his body hit the ground, blood pooling beneath him.

"Nobody fucking touches her," I snarled, the warning sharp and venomous.

But greed is a powerful drug, and a million dollars was too much temptation. Weapons appeared in their hands, hunger in their eyes.

"So much for loyalty," I muttered under my breath.

Before they could act, I dropped four of them with precise shots, the room ringing with gunfire. My gun clicked-empty. No time to reload.

I rolled up my sleeves, stepping forward into the fray. "Fine," I growled, fists clenching. "Let's settle this the old-fashioned way."

Sky

I stood frozen behind him, blood sprayed across my face, my feet glued to the floor. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him, a knife glinting in his hand, facing seven men armed to the teeth.

The first man lunged at him, screaming, a hammer raised high. He moved swiftly, catching the man's wrist and forcing the hammer to the ground. With a brutal kick, the man collapsed, his body crumpling to the floor. Without hesitation, he stomped on the man's neck, a sickening crack echoing through the room. He then grabbed the hammer and smashed it into the man's head over and over. Blood sprayed like a crimson fountain, splattering his body.

Before he could lift his head, two more men charged at him from opposite sides, hoping to catch him off guard. But he was faster. Grabbing both by their waists, he slammed them to the ground with sheer brute force. One screamed as he stabbed his hand to the floor, pinning him with a knife, leaving the other free to attack.

The second man lashed out with a kick that sent him stumbling back a step. He glared, the annoyance in his eyes flashing like fire. His opponent smirked, emboldened, tossing his knife from one hand to the other before charging.

The man swung a punch, but he caught the arm mid-air, twisting it violently until the bone snapped with a stomach-turning crunch. Without giving the man a chance to react, he shoved him under his legs, raising both elbows high and crashing them down onto the man's back. The sound of a spine breaking rang out, followed by a strangled scream.

With calculated coldness, he grabbed the man's head in both hands, twisted it sharply, and let the lifeless body slump to the floor.

The man pinned with the knife howled as he finally ripped it free, clutching his bleeding hand. He staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from his nose, his face twisted in fury. Turning to the four remaining men, he barked a signal, motioning for them to attack as one.

They came at him all at once, a blur of rage and weapons. The first man swung an axe high over his head, but with a swift kick, he sent him crashing into the wall. Before the next could react, he grabbed the man by his side and shoved him forward, using him as a human shield. A third man lunged, stabbing the shielded man in the chest with both hands. He tossed the dying man aside like a rag doll, watching him slide across the tiles in a smear of blood.

Now armed with two knives, he crouched low, slicing through the ankles of two attackers. One of them screamed, clutching his leg, but his pain was short-lived-a knife was buried in his skull.

The remaining two men hesitated, one limping from the cut on his leg, the other clutching his injured hand. He smirked and gestured for them to come.

The limping man surged forward, hoping to catch him off guard. Instead, he was hoisted into the air and thrown against the wall with bone-shattering force. His body crumpled, his spine clearly broken.

The last man made his move, throwing a punch in desperation. It was too slow. He caught the man's arm mid-air and delivered a brutal blow to his jaw, then another to his eye. The man staggered, barely standing, until a knife plunged deep into his forehead. His body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

A faint grunt echoed from the man thrown against the wall. Still alive. He turned, walking calmly toward the sound. Grabbing the man by his collar, he dragged him upright. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to breathe.

Without hesitation, he picked up the discarded axe, raising it high. The blade sliced clean through the man's throat, blood spurting in every direction. The body fell limp, the crimson pool beneath it spreading across the tiles.

The room was silent now, save for the sound of my own shaky breath. I stood motionless, my heart racing as he dropped the axe.

He turned back to me, his body drenched in blood, his chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. He didn't say anything at first, just stared, his gaze cold and unflinching. I stood frozen, trembling. This was the second time I'd seen him like this, surrounded by carnage, and I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd be stronger this time. But my stomach churned, bile rising in my throat. All I wanted to do was puke and scrub every trace of blood from my skin.

"Go shower," he finally ordered, his voice low and firm.

My legs moved on instinct, but my body was too unsteady. I stumbled, my knees giving out, and I crashed to the floor. He didn't move, didn't reach for me. He just stood there, watching, as if gauging whether I was worth his effort.

It was better to have him far away than anywhere near me. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the sharp pain in my palms from catching myself. My heart pounded as I turned and bolted up the stairs, my feet barely touching the steps.

When I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, gasping for air. My hands were shaking as I fumbled for the lock. The thought of him standing there, covered in blood, his calmness after all that violence-it was burned into my mind.

I couldn't afford to cry. Not here, not now. Instead, I rushed to the bathroom, ripped off my clothes, and turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it. The water stung my skin, but I scrubbed harder, desperate to feel clean.