Chapter 13

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On the previous chapter...

I grabbed Leo's head and placed it directly in front of my breast and pushed him away.

His eyes were full with lust.

I spread his legs and danced in the space.

I traced his tattoos as I go lower with my hands. As I got up I closed his legs and began to straddle him.

I left some hot kisses on his neck all the way up to his jaw.

I started to bite on his ear and suck on it a little.

I started to grind on him while I trace his abs.

I feel his dick harden and just like that I leave him behind with a boner.

I got into a crawling position and crawled back to the stage.

As the music was slowly ending, I walked off the stage and I could hear the men cheering.

'Crystal someone wants a private dance'. A worker told me.

Madeline's POV

Before I went to the private rooms. I checked myself in the mirror, just fixing my make up and spraying on some parfum.

He was waiting for me in room number 8.

Little did he know that I have my knife hiding there underneath the bed. As I opened the door, I saw him, Leo Volkov, sitting on the bed like a fucking dog waiting to be fed.

'Enjoyed the show?' I asked him and closed the door behind me
'I did. I never really enjoyed shows very much but yours was something else'. He reply's and gets up.

He immediately kissed me on the lips, pushing me against the wall.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to kiss me on the neck.

I fake moaned.

He pushed me down on the bed and I switch us around so I was straddling him. I was kissing his neck as I pushed him down on the bed.

I began to grind on him, to the rhythm of the song. I began to kiss his collar bone until I find the soft spot.

He begins to moan. I keep on sucking on it till I can reach my knife that's underneath the bed. When I found it I stopped kissing him.

'What's wrong'. He asked me
'Nothing. I just can't make out with someone who is dead'. I replied and pouted my lips.

He looks confused and wanted to say something but before he could do that I stabbed him in the stomach.

I removed his pants and cut off his balls.

'Want to choke on your own balls?' I chuckled at him and sliced his throat open so I could place his balls in there.

I wanted to curve the letter M on his forehead, like I always do to my victims. But I heard a knock on the door.

'I'm busy'. I yelled
'It's me. Alessandro'. The person replied and I immediately recognized his deep raspy voice.

I got up and opened the door. As I opened the door he checked me out.

I mean his blood was all over me. It did kinda match my red bra and thong.

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