Chapter 64. Lonely City

Mathias

I took a sip of the dark liquid from my crystal glass, savoring the taste on my tongue before swallowing it and gulping down the rest. I leaned down to set the glass on the table beside me, spying the female I had ruined not 20 min ago slumped over my couch passed out, tears still streaked her face from the beating she had taken from my cock. Her small and tight pussy had torn and bled when I fucked her hard and rough chasing my own release. Over and over again. Never feeling satisfied.

When her screams of pleasure had turned to painful moans and sobbing and she could take no more of me, passing out while I relentlessly fucked her from behind, I tossed her down, still not finding satisfaction. A better man would have taken pity on her, but not me.

Here I stood, in all my glory, looking out of the floor to ceiling windows that adorned my penthouse apartment at the top of the casino I owned and mostly lived. The lights from the city far below glistened like t