The Devil's Bargain

SARIAN 

I should have known this, when I felt uneasy I should have known that this would happen but I trust easily.

As soon as Marc moved aside and took his blood money, I realized that I was fucked. Not in the way I would have liked either.

“Marc?’ I asked disbelief laced my voice as my eyes widened in surprise.

He shrugged and pocketed the large envelope.

“Business, Sarian. It's just business.” He said casually like we were talking about when we were little. “ Do take care.”

And then he was gone. I felt like passing out. This was supposed to be the hotel where I and Marie would stay before we had to leave for the train station but something was off when we walked in and the receptionist looked grumpy. This wasn't a hotel, Marc had given me up to the enemy.

 Don Julio Rossini and I were alone when the heavy doors slammed behind Marc and I wanted to run after him and demand some explanation. The betrayal was hot and sharp and I wondered if Marie was safe too.

I stared at Don Julio, the man who apparently owned me now, he had a mischievous smile on his lips as one of his men passed him a lit-up cigarette.

As I looked away and then turned to look at him my breath came quickly and irregularly.

The smoke from the cigarette was almost blinding and I hated it. He saw my discomfort and smiled, he lifted both legs on the table 

He filled up a tumbler with vodka and swirled it. Tattoos with dark ink and unadulterated temptation pushed from underneath the cloth.

His piercing green eyes moved slowly and purposefully over me. 

He flicked his fingers and the men in the room filled out.

His eyes roamed every inch of me, undressing me with his eyes and his eyes lingered longer on my breasts.

Heat curled low in my belly as I swallowed.

“Why I'm I here ?” I muttered my voice barely audible above my heart's thumping. “ You set me up?”

 Don Julio smirked. ‘No, my love. You were set up by your father.”

He walked toward me after pushing himself off the desk.

“ I'm only here to tidy up his mess and I just did.”

I swallowed hard and took a step back but my spine struck the wall. He continued until he was directly in front of me and his scent—whiskey, cedar and sin—intruded my senses.

 One powerful hand extended grazing my cheek with its knuckles before moving downward over my collarbone and down my neck. 

My skin tingled beneath his touch and I wanted to run away from him but I stood there, rooted to the spot.

“You have performed for men in the past,” he whispered. His fingers found the strap of my dress slipping it off my shoulder slowly.

“But never for me.”

 I couldn't breathe and I looked away. His thumb brushed over my bare skin tracing the curve where my breasts peaked over the thin fabric. 

His eyes darkened as he saw my nipples harden pressing against the smooth substance. 

“What have you done to my father?” I managed to ask even though the heat was pooling around me.

 I bit my lip in an attempt to control myself.

With a laugh, Don Julio moved his hand down and over my waist then back up again playing and investigating.

 “I was joking.” He said and laughed, in a low, menacing tone. “ But I'll find him, don't worry Bonita.”

 His fingers traced a line down my cheeks and he leaned against me, pressing himself hard against so me that I could feel his cock.

 I felt my thighs clench uncontrollably. I shouldn’t want this. I should be pushing him away and begging him to forgive my father's debt but I wanted this.

I felt stupid and I hated myself for this, the way it responded to him, craving him and betraying me completely. 

“I'll forgive your father's debt” Don Julio whispered into my ears, his breath chilling me with its heat  

His fingers slid down caressing my dress slit and the delicate skin of my inner thigh, teasing me, making me want more of it.

 “You look appetizing.” He teased me.

Before I could stop it, I let out a little moan.

 Don Julio smirked, dragging his fingers up, pressing me firmly against my aching heat. 

“Don't tell me you are getting wet.” He teased again as his lips caressed the hollow of my neck.

When he made slow circles over my underwear, I bit my lip hard to keep the next sound from escaping but it was impossible

 I ought to have resisted. I should have declined. Rather I arched into his touch. 

Don Julio let out a groan and cupped my breast with his free hand. He rolled his thumb through the cloth over my hardened nipple causing me to whimper in desperation.

He went on with his voice heavy with authority.

“I want you to dance for me, to crawl for me, to beg.” He said as his thumb flicked more forcefully making my body tremble.

“ I want you to strip for me, to be my pet.”

 I shuddered gripping his forearms unsure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. 

“And in return…” Don Julio’s mouth finally met my skin trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

 “I will forgive your father's debt and I’ll make sure you never have to dance for anyone else ever again. ”His teeth scraped my pulse, making me gasp. 

He pressed himself harder between my thighs, his fingers rubbing slow, torturous circles that had me trembling. 

“Say yes” he whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut. 

“Don Julio…”

 “Say it. ”. His fingers slid beneath my panties brushing against my slick heat. I choked on a moan. 

“Don't be stubborn, sweetheart.”

He pressed a single finger inside me, curling just right and my body arched off the wall.

 “Yes,” I gasped, surrendering completely. Don Julio growle

d in approval sealing my fate with a kiss that left me breathless.

 I was his. And God help me—I wanted to be.