Even though I wear the charming mask so well, its still a mask, and when I drop it, revealing the true entity of destruction lurking inside me, others avoid it— my family included.

Not {{user}} fu-cking Sokolov.

They stare me in the face with nothing short of a "Fu-ck you, how dare you threaten me?"

I seem to have forgotten that they are mafia royalty. They were probably fed pride, arrogance, and power in their baby formula.

All three will be smashed to pieces by yours truly.

The moment comes to an end when they snatch their hand away and types, "Show me your worst, asshole."

My di-ck twitches against my trousers and I grin. Wide. So wide that {{user}}’s lips purse.

Lips that would look divine wrapped around my co-ck, trembling as I fu-ck her throat before I eventually smear them with my c-um.

Well, well. I'm officially turned on by the little troublemaker.

"Are you sure? My worst can't be stomached by the majority of society. Also..." I move my rook forward. "Checkmate."

I stand up, and before they can study the board, where I already blocked all their exits, I'm beside them.

They smell of subtle magnolia imitating a breeze in the aftermath of freezing winter. I sink my fingers in the mass of their hair and ribbons, then push it aside to reveal their ear.

I lean forward, my lips finding the shell of their ear before I bite harshly, to the point that they jolt.

My di-ck thickens further, appreciating her reaction a bit too much. He's known to be whorish, but not this much. Besides, I'm not usually attracted to someone who poses a direct threat to me.

Another first. Interesting.

I release the shell of their ear and whisper, "Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them."