The Deal

Gianna's POV

“Yes, a deal.” He answered as I rose from the bed again and sat at one edge. He had moved back to his initial position, watching me like a creep.

“I still want the dress off, so take it off.”

I rolled my eyes. The dress was a bit uncomfortable anyway, so why not? I wasn't listening to him, I was only chasing my own comfort.

“Get me something else to wear then, fucking loser.” I clicked my teeth tastelessly and he immediately shot me a disapproving glare.

He began to approach me again. This time, I didn't move. I decided not to run away.

He ran his hands through my face softly as he spoke, looking down at my figure sitting up on the bed.

“I'm not the one kidnapped and being held against my will. I'm not the loser, Gianna.”

As I glared at him, I realized I had never wished for a death this badly.

“I wish you'd just drop dead.” I slapped his hands away from my face and he chuckled and stepped back again. We were both playing a dangerous game.

“I hope your wish comes true, because that's the only thing that will stop me from corrupting you.”

I swallowed, the air suddenly getting hotter. He knew his words and how to use them to get me confused and flustered. Was he actually flirting with me or not?

“Cut to the chase. What's the deal about?”

“I love that you're curious. Take the dress off first.”

“I told you to get me something to change into.”

He simply walked into the bathroom and when he came out, he threw a robe at me in the most disrespectful manner.

“There. Change. I need to set that dress on fire.”

I rolled my eyes, but they panicked when I tried to get out of the dress and he wasn't looking away or excusing himself. He was watching me, and it was heightening my senses and making me unnecessarily aware of things I could barely give a fuck about.

“Aren't you leaving?”

“No, why should I? It's my room.”

I saw red. “Then turn around!” He obeyed and turned around and hastily, I got rid of the dress, threw it at him and wore the stupid robe he gave me.

“What's the deal about?” He picked up the dress that fell and faced me.

“It's very simple. It's a win for you because I'm the best Don ever.” He was trying to be funny, but nothing was fucking funny.

“What the hell are you saying, Don Roman Moretti?”

“Oh Cignetto, stop.” He warned sternly while I tried to steady my breathing. I mean, the man was so hot and mysterious, and so close to me, and I had nothing underneath the robe except my panties. He was flirting shamelessly with me after ruining my life. I just wanted to puke.

“Roman-”

“Do that lawyer stuff that you do. Try to send me to jail.”

“What?” I blinked. Jail? He didn't bother answering my question and just kept talking.

“I'm giving you a year, but in my territory. I'm not sending you back to the U.S, so better get used to Italy like you once lived.”

“Excuse-”

“But you'll have everything. Every resource. Impress me, show me why you're a top lawyer and get me locked up.”

I was taken aback. What was he playing at? He sounded and looked dead serious.

I just couldn't understand it.

“Are you kidding? No, are you done? Since you're such a stalker, you should've known that I gave up everything. I'm not interested, so send me back. I'm not interested in your games.”

He laughed for the first time, a beautiful, throaty laugh that tugged at my stupid heartstrings. If I wasn't so pissed, I would've faltered for such a beautiful man.

“It seems you don't want to escape me. Fine then. I'm trying to give you the easy way out of this.”

“You're definitely not. I don't trust you.” I shook my head, completely disagreeing with him because he was sly.

He scoffed and eyed me like I was naive and stupid.

“Don't ever trust me. Don't be stupid like that. Just play the game.”

So this is how it is then. I'll supposedly live under his roof for a whole year, working towards sending him to jail with all the resources I needed? Was I crazy enough to want to take him on his offer?

Still, something didn't feel right. What was he getting out of this deal?

I was officially sold after a brief deliberation.

Now it was my time to approach him with a sly smile warming my lips.

“You have no idea the monster you've just set free. I'll send you to jail, even if it's the last thing I do. You're trying to ruin my life again, putting it on hold just like that, but this time I won't let you. Roman, you're finished.”

“Good luck, opponent.”

“Now, the condition.” The smile immediately left my face as I stood right in front of him. Of course he had a condition he didn't mention before making me agree to ruin his life.

“If you don't succeed, you won't ever have an opinion. You'll be my plaything, my pet, my personal slave, my cum bucket. You'll be whatever I want you to be, do you understand?” As he spoke he kept coming forward while I kept taking steps back, the words coming out of his mouth killing me.

“I promise, it's a fair game.” He added, and at the end of it all, I couldn't believe my ears.

“So that's what you want? To control me after killing my parents?”

“Yes, that's right. Exactly that. This is the easy way, so better send me to jail.” He said ruthlessly and without remorse.

Now I was even more determined to make sure I send him to jail. No matter how much I desired him, he would never touch a hair on my head sexually. Never.

“I want to humiliate you so badly, so better impress me and send me to jail, Gianna. Better do it.” His voice was thick with warning.

I was so done with this conversation. It was sickening. Cum bucket? He wanted to fuck me and at the same time, let me send him to jail? What kind of a deal was that?

“Get the hell out.” I demanded.

“It's my room, you get out.” He barked back at me.

“Fine.” I let the robe fall at my feet in front of him and headed out. The corner of my lips lifted in a smile full of mischief. I had absolutely no shame left. He had totally bared me.

I barely made it to the door when I was dragged back in violently and thrown on the bed again like I was weightless. He didn't want anyone else seeing me naked.

“You fucking little-” He cussed and grabbed onto his hair, frustrated. Good.

My naked breasts bounced as I picked up myself from the bed again for the literal hundredth time.

He could see but couldn't touch. Even better. His eyes fixated on them for a second before he looked away.

Something passed between us in the air, screaming dark and primal. He looked like he was physically fighting himself, trying to restrain himself.

“Cazzo!” He yelled before he banged the door and left. I heard the flower vase I saw for a split second when I came out come crashing down outside and a growl came out of him.

At least I won this time, whatever just happened. I pulled the sheets over me and got under, resuming my sleep. His room sure smelled like him. So dreamy, sexy, hot, fiery–fuck! shut up Gianna.

I should probably get to work.