Torn hearts and Treacherous love

The sound of people groaning, screaming, and cheering filled up the entire casino building in the middle of Monte Carlo. In the parking lot, almost every visitor could smell the sickening smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Regular guests were already adapted to the smell after spending almost every one of their nights sitting in one spot, betting for their luck while their eyes were bucking out of the sockets with visible black eye bags.

On the fifth floor of the casino, where the quiet hallways to each guest's bedrooms were, the moan of a woman could be heard lowly from one room at the end of the hall. A faint sound of music was played by casino staff with the hope of masking out the noises as well as any inappropriate sounds that may be heard by others.

Behind the door stood a man with dark, thick hair that was combed neatly in place, revealing his clean undercuts and smooth forehead. He towered in the room, casting a shadow on a smaller being across from him. Andy pushed a brunette woman against the wall as he shut the door with a kick. The woman leaned her head closer to him, wanting to press her glossy lips against his, but Andy took a step back instantly. His intention was to just have sex with her, not to make love. There was no love left for him to find. Love was something that didn't exist in his dictionary. and it would be the last thing that he would want to learn. He would rather just have sex with her in her mouth, but he would never kiss the lips of a woman who had other men's sexual organs in her mouth.

Andy tossed his blazer onto the carpet. Soon, his hands moved to unbuckle his belt and unzip his bulging pants. He didn't utter a word as he watched her get down on her knees.

With one hand, he grasped the woman's hair and forced her head towards his hip. Andy did not give her a chance to open her mouth wide enough as he shoved his big, hard cock against her lips and slipped in between them into her mouth, deep-throating her. He made a deeper thrust into the brunette woman's mouth the second the unpleasant memories of his father's words resurfaced inside his head, bringing boiling temper to his veins. He wished that fucking some random woman would help solve his problems, but that did not seem to help him feel any better. He slammed another hand against the wall loudly while jerking his head backward, feeling unsatisfied with the mouth service that the woman in front of him provided. He wanted something new, something that he had never experienced before. Obviously enough, he would not want to engage with anyone deep in their hearts. Nobody. And that made him sick of fucking these random women. Sometimes he wondered if he too had become just like his father, the lowest inhuman species alive. Just the thought of him sharing the bloodline of a cruel and ruthless predator like his father makes him want to cut his veins and arteries just to bleed out that unwanted blood.