Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Angel
I’m trying to catch my breath and process the words that come out of that deliciously sinister mouth of his. I don’t even know this man, and he’s made demands, commanded me, coerced, and even, shall I say, charmed me into submission.
I sit back in the expensive leather seats, warm and unfazed by the brutally cold night, and ponder what we could possibly give his mother for Christmas.
What does this brute of a man want with me?
Okay, I know what he wants from me, with the way his gray eyes peer into mine with a lust so intense that I feel it through every pore in my body. There’s no denying he wants me naked.
First, I’ve been a well-developed young woman for long enough to understand the opposite sex.
Besides, I’ve worked at the club for a week, and I already understand every look a man has when they look at me, from desire to anger, and this man has had them all in a matter of minutes.
The most potent one is the blatant hunger.
But what happens when he’s had his fill?
“How long will you have my brother in your custody?” I ask, wanting to get a feel for how long I need to be of service because I have a gut feeling that’s all this guy has. People are of use and nothing more. Women who come and go because anything else is too much trouble.
“Don’t worry about that.” I stare at him, impressed by the firmness of his jaw and the way his lips hold a tight line.
“I have to be concerned about it. I’m his legal guardian and his sister.” It is true, even if there is a lie embedded inside.
In a flash he’s on me, fisting my hair and tilting my head back with his face inches from mine, breaths mingling.
I can see the desire in his eyes as they move to my mouth, lingering there like he’s dying to kiss me, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he whispers, “Didn’t I say don’t worry about it?
” Damn, why does that controlled, domineering tone turn me on?
“Just relax, and everything will be just fine.” He releases me and sits back as if he didn’t just awaken me sexually without actually putting his mouth on my body.
I take a panting breath and steal a glance at my captor of sorts and notice I’m not alone in the suffering; I can see him adjusting his length as he sits in the darkness. His body is just as fucked as mine, but that’s what he gets because he started this mess. I’m the innocent one here.
“What are your measurements?” he grunts. I rub my lips. My actual measurements are a mystery to me. I haven’t had them done in forever, and that was for a dance performance during my junior year.
“I don’t know,” I answer, shrugging my shoulders. I forget what size this old thing is. Everything I wear is old. Maybe it is too old because it ran a little small.
“Fine, make it difficult.” He tucks his phone into the door handle and then quickly lifts me onto his lap, laying me onto his knees so he has access to my back and slides the zipper of my dress down.
I’m about to fight him when he reads off the tag, goes for my panty tag as well, and then zips me back up.
He reads my shoe next before ending the call.
“What was that for?”
“Obviously, I was ordering you some clothes.” Yes, because this happens to me every freaking day.
I roll my eyes, wanting more clarification from the overbearing man. “Yes, I kind of got that, but why?”
“Because you can’t go around dressed like that.
” I know that I’m not dressed modestly. That jerk had already told me when he dropped me off after my shift last night that I’d been too much for him to be seen with.
Still, Tony had no problem trying to stake a claim on me earlier in front of Mr. D’Antonio.
“Where are we going?”
“For starters, my home, but tomorrow we’re having dinner with my parents, and you will not be dressed like a stripper.” There is no disguising his voice. He’s disgusted with me, and I want to tell him to fuck himself, but I picked a ridiculous outfit tonight to work up the courage.
The vehicle comes to a stop, and the driver lowers the divider. “Mr. D’Antonio, shall I escort him to the place?”
“For now, yes, but remember, he is only a guest. No one lays a finger on him unless I give the order. Understood?” He gives me a pointed look that implies my behavior determines how they treat my brother.
He looks at my brother and then at me. “Would you like to see your brother before we go in, my Angel?”
“Yes, please.”
The man named Sammy opens the door, and my brother is still cuffed, which breaks my heart.
“Angel, I’m sorry. I just wanted to get you a present.
” Why does he have to be so stupid and make these rash decisions?
These are the things that got us to where we are in the first place.
First with the accident, and now I don’t even know what happened.
“Don’t worry. It’s going to be fine. Just do what they say, and I’ll see you soon. I love you.” I hope they are good to him and that he behaves. He’s normally a good kid, but it seems like I don’t know him anymore. Where has my sweet little brother gone, and who is this bad boy that took his place?
“Love you too.” He gives me a half-hearted smile, and then they lead him back into the vehicle.
“Come on, Angel,” the dangerous brute commands. He slides his arm around my waist and pulls me away from the vehicle and my brother. The driver closes the door, and I have a feeling I won’t see my brother for a long time.
“Don’t fucking cry, Angel. I’m not going to hurt him unless you give me a reason to do so. Trust me when I say I’d enjoy fucking his world up, but there are better things to do with my time.”
He leads me up to a large condo complex. “We’ll stay at the condo for now.”
“Good evening, Mr. D’Antonio.”
“Good evening, Fred.” We walk past several men in black suits, and they step aside, allowing us to enter an elevator.
Once the doors close, he pins me to the wall, and despite feeling a rush of lust, heat, and a bit of fear, I hide it all.
His eyes lock on mine, and his hands grip my wrists, hips flat on my stomach.
“I need a taste.” His mouth comes down just slightly, brushing my lips. “Fuck. You’re going to be trouble.”
“I promise I won’t. I’ll behave.”
“Angel, you’re already a problem.” His lips press firmly, and a whimper comes from mine; the pleasure is unbearable, and I can’t fight the urge to share it aloud.
“That’s it, good girl.” His hand slides under my short dress.
“This is why you can’t wear this out. I’ll be fucking you every five damn feet. ”
“I shouldn’t want this.” The words accidentally fall from my lips, and he attacks my body with greater fervor.
I’m moaning against his strong cheek. Immediately, I regret the revelation because it’s giving him another advantage over me.
Showing any weakness around this man isn’t a good thing.
He’s more dangerous than Tony, and I understand that he is using my brother’s situation to get to me.
It makes my stomach turn, but I need his help.
“Yes, you should. You’re mine,” he growls as the elevator doors slide open to a large condo entryway.
“Until my brother’s out of your custody,” I answer. Goodness, I could get used to this even though I shouldn’t. This man is vile, rude, demented. I don’t even know why he’s got the right to take my brother and yet, I’m nearly bending at his will. I’ll do anything to keep my family safe.
“We’ll see about that.”
Sliding off his coat, he drops it on the floor next to him and then he rolls up his sleeves. “Over here, Angel. We’re going to get started.”
“Started?”
“Yes. You’re going to give me what you were about to give a bunch of men tonight before your evening was cut short.
” He takes a seat on the large chair. Hits the lights and then presses some buttons, and S & M by Rihanna comes on.
“Dance, now.” Shit. Before we lost our parents, I was on the dance team and a cheerleader.
However, I’ve never done a strip tease. I’ve learned over the last week, but I’ve never danced in front of a man before. Especially a man like Mr. D’Antonio.
“What are you waiting for?” Moving closer, I strut my way, swaying my hips, giving a slight hair flip, sliding my peacoat down off my shoulders with lazy, methodical effort until I set it down on the sofa on the side.
I step between his legs, teasing him with my heel at his crotch.
A low growl rips from his chest. He reaches out to grab me, but I swat his hands.
“You don’t get to touch the dancers, Mr. D’Antonio.” I drop my foot and set it on the floor while I sway my body to the music.
“Well this is my own personal club, Angel. I touch whatever I want. Now finish dancing.” He clutches his crotch, giving it a full grip.
The muscles in his thick forearms only add to the hot, sensual need building in me when he touches that massive girth between his legs, and it causes me to stumble just a moment.
“Yes, Mr. D’Antonio,” I tease, slipping a finger under each of the thin straps to my barely there dress. He bites his lip, eyes darkening like they did before he slammed me forcefully in the elevator. I turn my back to him and bend slightly. “A little help, sir?” I ask, twisting my head slightly.
“And it’s Luca, sweetheart. Although ‘sir’ does have a nice ring to it.” He leans forward, heated breath down my neck, fingers teasing over my spine as he grabs the zipper. “No bra?” he asks, voice unreadable.
“I didn’t have one that went with the dress.”
“It would make stripping difficult.”
“This wasn’t the outfit I was going to wear for the show. I just have to show up to the club looking pretty.”
“Sexy is the key word. Turn around and show me the rest, slowly.” I continue to dance as the song changes, rocking my hips while slipping out of my dress ever so deliberately. Low grunts come from him with every move, and his eyes never leave me even as his phone rings.
“Shouldn’t you get that?”
“No. Nothing matters except for getting you naked and riding me. Now come here.” I move toward the devil who I’ve made a Faustian deal with.
“Fuck, I’m going to devour your ass.” He quickly pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling his thick thighs. With two hands, he palms my bare asscheeks. “Fuck, they’re so good. I’m going to find all the damn footage and tear the eyes out of every piece of shit who saw you dancing like this.”
“Tonight was supposed to be my first night.”
“That’s good, because you just saved a lot of fucking lives tonight.
” He pinches my chin between his finger and thumb, staring me dead in the face.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of, little girl, but you will learn.
” Drawing my face to his, our mouths meet and I lose my breath.
He steals my kiss and my soul, effortlessly bending me to his will.
The sensuous pull is irresistible when I should fight. He drags his lips away, gliding them along my jaw to my throat. His teeth scrape against my shoulder. Unable to fight, my body rocks against his while his hands tighten against my back, holding me closer. Lifting me up, he carries me away.
“Wait.”
“What is it?”
“Umm…”
“Nothing’s going to stop me from fucking you tonight unless you want your brother to be offed.” He drops me onto the bed.
“Look, is that supposed to get me all hot and bothered? Don’t be an asshole. I find you attractive, which I shouldn’t since I have a boyfriend.” I say the words, and I hate that I’m still so horny.
He’s on me in a second, his hand on my throat, giving it a good squeeze. Still, I’m not afraid of him, pussy throbbing between my legs. “Don’t you fucking say that shit again. That fucker is nothing to you. Besides, you fucking a married man isn’t something to be proud of.”
“You’re married.” There’s where my body turns ice cold, and I shove his large frame away.
He smirks like a prick, but then shakes his head. “No, sweet girl. The little fucking desk jockey.”
I shake my head, and tears well up in my eyes. How could I have been so dumb? I’m happy I didn’t give him my v-card. “Fucking idiot. Where’s your bathroom? I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Please tell me you’re not pregnant by that bastard. His death will definitely be slower.”
“No, of course not. Bathroom.”
“Over there.” I run and wash my face, feeling like a fool.
Thank goodness I only let the bastard kiss me because I couldn’t bring myself to go further yet.
With my brother and I struggling, I didn’t feel right even dating, let alone getting intimate with a man I just met.
Besides, Anthony made me uncomfortable all the time.
I only let him get that close because I was using him to make my life easier, but after his insult yesterday, I thought it was going to be over between us until he called about Noah.
While I wash my face, I hear Luca on the phone with someone, and he’s speaking fast in Italian. I have no idea what he’s saying, but his tone isn’t a pleasant one. Drying my face, I realize I’ve smeared my makeup on his expensive plush towel. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry.”
“Bambolina, don’t worry about that. Come here.”
“I was wrong about tonight. It seems something was going to stop me from taking you tonight. You’re too upset that your lover betrayed you.”
“He wasn’t my lover. That’s what I was trying to tell you. We didn’t do more than kiss.” His mouth falls open, and I press his chin to close it and he bites my finger.
“Dio mio. Again, I will wait until tomorrow. I have matters to attend to this evening. You will take your little bottom to bed. Don’t think of leaving because my words are no less valid than they were before.
Your brother destroyed something my mother wanted for Christmas, so we’re going to give her another gift. ”
“What gift?”
“A grandchild.” He kisses my forehead and walks out of the bathroom like he didn’t just drop that bombshell of fucking his baby into me.