Chapter 4

Nic stopped by his club for a few minutes, to greet the new guest DJ, some kid that all of the clubbers seemed to know. He saw Amber sitting in her usual VIP booth. It had been awhile since he had seen her, but he nodded in her direction. She pouted and turned her head away from him. Probably best, under the circumstances with his new project. A project he was more eager than he'd like to admit to get back to.

He drove his Aston Martin to his loft downtown, in anticipation of what the night would bring. Nothing turned him on more than having complete control.

"Have a good evening, Mr. Andretti," the old doorman, Sam, said as he held open the glass doors. "You too, Sam," Nic replied, as he entered the building. He pressed his personal code into the elevator keypad and it stopped off on the top floor. When he opened the door, he scanned the main room, but he didn't see her. Had she backed out on their deal? Fuck.

He sighed and placed his keys on the counter. His loft stayed amazingly clean. He had a housekeeper who came twice a week, but he was really paying her for nothing. He never used this condo. He preferred to stay here, since this was his getaway, but he usually never had time to actually 'get away'.

He tried to ignore the disappointment he felt, rationalizing that she was a nobody and he shouldn't be concerned with it. He removed his jacket and started unbuttoning his dark blue dress shirt. He walked to the back room, and as soon as he walked through his bedroom door, he felt something hard hit the side of his head. Motherfucker! It wasn't strong enough to knock him over, but it hurt like a son of a bitch. He figured someone was trying to rob him. This bastard was in for more than he expected.

He turned and grabbed the culprit, slamming him down on the floor.

"Oww!" the robber exclaimed, in a girlie voice. He got to his feet and picked the small figure up and turned on the light.

"Damn it, Victoria! What the hell were you doing?" he asked, gripping her hands and pinning her against the wall. He couldn't believe she had the audacity to attack him.

Victoria just stared at him, her neck hurting from looking up. She had planned to knock him out, but after that she wasn't quite sure what to do. She had sat there for hours, determined not to let this man get the best of her. She was a good person, and she wasn't going to let him take that from her.

Nic held onto her, staring down at her beautiful face. Both of them were breathing hard. He felt the throbbing in his head from the object she hit him with, which pissed him off. But that anger that was coursing through him, also made him want to fuck her senseless.

He released one of her hands and grabbed her throat. He lightly squeezed the soft flesh, wondering when he would start to see fear in her eyes. She put up a good front, but he figured she was scared of him. Most people were.

A shiver immediately went through Victoria's body and it erupted at the apex of her legs. The harder he squeezed, the wetter she got. What the fuck was wrong with her?! She had never experienced abuse like this. She didn't know why it was affecting her this way. She was supposed to be crying and screaming, not getting turned on.

Victoria knew it was now or never. She brought her right hand up to his throat, to reveal a tiny sharp blade.

Nic instantly felt the cold metal against his neck. He also felt a slight burning, so he knew she had cut him already. All she had to do was press harder, and he'd be bleeding all over the carpet. But he also still had his hand wrapped around her throat and his knee pressed in between her legs.

"Oh, I get it. Kill me now, and your debt will be wiped away, yeah?" he whispered to her, his eyes pinning her unsure chocolate eyes.

Victoria couldn't answer him. Only a small amount of air was getting through to her lungs. She would have to do it soon, or else she would pass out.