C5 Owned by the Mafia Don

Proserpina

On her hands and knees, the woman was now begging but the man pushed her away and bellowed, in rage,

“Evans! Das! Where in the bl*ody f*ck are you?”

Two men rushed in, not looking towards the woman on the floor who was stark naked now and keening, as he roared,

“GET THIS F*CKING PIECE OF DRUNK SH*T OUT OF MY OFFICE!” And as the woman was unceremoniously hauled to her feet by the men who looked as carefully blank as ever, he shouted,

“IF ANYONE OF YOU SENDS HER IN AGAIN THIS EVENING, YOU ARE…”

The guards were outside the room, looking as though they were being hounded by devils and the door slammed shut after them. The man, his shoulders heaving, the strong muscles rippling under the shirt, strode to the door and kicked it shut, the lock clicking automatically.

I felt the fear rise up in me. But accompanying the fear was something like…? I did not know what it was. Was it…attraction?

Straightening my shoulders, I quickly put THAT thought out of my head.

*

I was a die-hard romantic, despite all that had happened to me. I believed in love, in holding hands and soft kisses. I wanted marriage and babies, lots of them, and a gentle lover.

Chocolates, flowers, long drives and dates, holding hands, the works.

I told myself firmly that no, I was NOT attracted to this beast; this man who had me shrinking in fear.

But then, asked another part of my mind coolly, why were my panties soaking wet, just looking at the man before me?

For one, the man must be at least fifteen years older than me. And besides, the caveman tactics he employed should make me repulsed, right, I told myself.

Screwing up my courage, I asked, stiffly, addressing his broad back for he had turned away, shutting me out.

“ I…I’m sorry Sir. But…”

The man swerved, his narrow-eyed gaze on me and I licked my lips nervously.

The tension was growing and I felt scared and…excited?

Screwing up my courage, I said, faltering,

“Ca…Can I go? I …I … I am sorry.’

He seemed to have forgotten about me and at the sound of my voice, which was little more than a shaky whisper, he turned around slowly.

He had unbuttoned his shirt down to his waist as he drank from a crystal tumbler, throwing his head back as he quaffed it down. To my distress, I found that I could not take my eyes off his chest. Flat board abs, strong muscles, a hirsute chest, and… I swallowed and met his eyes.

My face heated up as I saw the slow speculation in his grey gaze. I stepped back. The predatory glint in his narrowed eyes was doing things to me. I felt an unfamiliar wetness between my legs and I shifted uneasily.

“Please…” I whispered and he made a low sound. A growl.

“Please what, little girl?” he said and his voice was a silky rumble. He moved forward slowly, like a panther stalking his prey and my eyes widened in alarm. I backed away.

“Ca…can I go ho…home…?” I whispered but my voice betrayed my nervousness and my palms were sweaty despite the blast of cold air.

He stopped a few feet away from me, his hands clenching and unclenching, eyes roving over my face.

“How old are you, little girl?” he said suddenly and I blinked.

Running the tip of my tongue across my lower lip nervously, I froze as I saw his eyes arrested by my movement. His gaze shifted to the pulse at the base of my throat which was hammering away. He seemed hypnotized by my action and I cleared my throat, thinking quickly.

Maybe he was mulling action against me for entering the club being underage? I was not sure about the age limits but …Thinking quickly, I stammered, squaring my shoulders,

“Eight...I mean Twenty,” I said, trying not to look away.

*

Aunt Beth had always said that I was bad at telling lies.

The man moved closer and I saw that his nose had been broken at some point in time and had healed but not too well. It gave him a frightening look, the thin, well-defined lips that were set in a firm line, those grey eyes that looked as though he could see into my soul. The scarred and pitted face. Ugly but commanding.

His presence was unsettling; I wanted to keep my distance but like a moth, I felt drawn to him. Breathing shakily, I stepped back again and came up against the wall as he prowled closer, crowding me in. He was not very tall, but definitely bigger than me. But it was the breadth of his shoulders, the bulky body with his shoulders straining under the shirt and the way he was built like a bull, that made me hold my breath.

He smiled, a sinister, humourless twist of that beautiful mouth. And then he slammed his hands, palms first, on the wall beside my face and I jumped as I gasped, turning away, squeezing my eyes shut.

His breath, whiskey-laden and hot, was on my face as he moved closer and snarled,

“I do not like liars, little girl.”

I was shaking in fear…and an excitement that made my nipples stand out like hard diamonds.

Hoping, praying that he would not see them, I babbled, turning to look at him,

“I …I’m so…sorry… I am eighteen years but I shall be…”

He flung himself away with a slew of oaths and vulgar words that made me tremble in shock.

Hail Mary, I thought to myself feverishly, what would happen to me…?

He was back, standing before me, his shoulders heaving with fury as he snarled again, his hand gripping my throat,

“An underaged little wh*re. Answer me, girl. Who sent you here, you little bi*ch?”

My eyes filled with tears at his abusive words and my mouth trembled as I looked at him in terror and said, shaking my head, the fight going out of me,

“Please Sir. I …it was a mistake. And I am not a ...not a…”

My face flamed as I saw the dawning realization on his face. He dropped his hand but the way he had gripped me made me tremble.

“So why did you come here, little girl?” he asked gruffly, his expression stony, the thick hands clenching and unclenching..

I looked at him and said, “With …uh…friends…”

They are not your friends, said my heart, and my voice must have lacked conviction.

I yelped as he placed a hand on my throat, forcing me to meet his eyes, terrified. He was close enough for me to inhale the man, the musk of his body, the expensive cologne he was using, and I trembled, with a longing I did not recognize. His lower body was barely touching me but I shifted and my nipples brushed his hard chest for I could make out the outline of the huge bulge under his trousers.

“ Sir, puh…please…” I began. I shifted from one foot to the other slowly, my hands reaching out for the wall behind me to support me.

“Please, Sir,” I said softly, my eyes scanning his granite features anxiously, “I…I made a mistake. I...I would like to leave...”

His eyes glowed and when he spoke through gritted teeth, it felt as though he was making a superhuman effort to control himself,

” Stop saying that girl.”

I stared at him, wide-eyed, aware of the heat from his body, rolling off in waves. Awareness swept through me, my stomach clenched and wetness flooded my core as I felt his nearness; and I sighed in submission.