5. Foreplay or Warning?

★JANIE★

The Lucifer king himself walked up to me with each stride delineating great dominance and pride. His gaze bore into mine and I could feel my whole body heating up as he finally stood in front of me.

I swallowed hard, dreading his next course of action. His lips curled up in disdain and his nose flared in pure seething rage. "You!" He bellowed between gritted teeth and covered the distance between us.

Almost at once, I took a couple of steps backward. My heart was thumping hard and fast against my chest. At this rate, it might as well jump right out.

These people don't have a heart. He could order his men to kill me at once and bury my corpse in a shallow grave. Oh! Janie, what have you gotten yourself into? I thought to myself.

"Follow me!"

His deep voice resonated across the whole building as he ordered me. Casting a glare at me, he walked away and I had no choice but to do his bidding.

With my heart in my hands, I turned to look at his men as if they could help apologize on my behalf. But my gaze was met with their cold icy blank eyes.

Sick bastards! I cussed them under my breath.

Bracing myself, I followed right behind him with panic surging through my veins. Where is he taking me to? What is he going to do to me? Am I going to die?

Various thoughts ran across my mind wildly as I clutched my shoes to my chest and kept on walking.

Shortly after, we got to a room. He opened the door and walked in then I entered too- thereafter, he closed the door softly behind me. With one swift maneuver, he whisked me into his arm and hurled me on the bed. Surprisingly, he wasn't as rough as I expected.

My chest rose and fell in trepidation. What does he intend on doing to me?

Before I knew what was happening, he climbed on top of me and yanked both of my hands above my head.

My breath hitched.

"I do not like hurting women, Janie." He commented with his warm breath fanning my face. "Do not let me make you an exception."

Trying to struggle to free myself from his grip, he tilted my chin with his fingers and made me look deep into his beautiful brown eyes. His face was expressionless and his eyes flickered with emptiness.

"Stay still!" He bellowed and I flinched.

"What if I don't want to?" I fired back at him.

His strong hand pulled my right leg over his waist. "Then I might have to make you pay for disobeying me."

I inhaled deeply and exhaled afterward. Then I cast him an angry dirty look. "Can you get off me?"

A small smirk crept to the corner of his lips and his fingers trailed on my face with soft tenderness. Riling with anger and disgust, I held my breath and watch his every move.

Out of the blue, he leaned toward my face and our lips were only a few inches apart. I do not know why, but I could feel in between my thighs heating up in the desire for this horrible man.

Immediately, I shoved that dirty thought from the forefront of my brain. "What the fuck are you doing?" I blurted out loud and he chuckled instead.

My gaze narrowed into mere slits.

Was this man playing with me right now?

With every ounce of strength, I had left in me, I pushed him off me but he would not budge. My brows laced with awe and I tried again. Still, I couldn't.

Biting my lower lip, I made no effort to do anything else. Instead, I waited patiently until he was ready to get the hell out of my sight.

He smirked, making me feel more irritated and offended. "It seems as though you can kill me with any slightest opportunity given to you."

Well! You're right about that though!

I cleared my throat but I said nothing.

"Janie...." He breathed, trailing his fingers down to the nape of my neck. His light feathery touch was setting my skin on fire. I have never had a man caress me before. Perhaps, could this be the reason why I wanted more of his touch.

"I am not your plaything!" I declared out of the blue. "Get your filthy self off me!"

His pupils dilated in shock and he seemed taken aback by my statement. If he was angry, he did not attempt to show it. Instead, his face darkened with a smirk.

"Of course you are." He said calmly, his breath still fanning my face and his fingers moving away from my neck down to cup one of my breasts through the clothing fabric.

I let out an inaudible gasp.

He pushed his face forward once more and his lip lingered a teeny tiny inch away from mine. At first, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he remained like that for a couple of seconds. Silence fell between us for a moment or two.

However, I ran my tongue over my lower lip, preparing to give him a verbal lashing when his strong hand found their ways in between my thighs.

I took in a sharp breath.

All of a sudden, he tore himself away from me and change to a sitting position. "Now, I'm warning you, Janie. Stay in this room provided for you. Do not get on my nerves....do not pull that stupid stunt you did earlier ever again. Do n-"

"And if I don't?" I fired back, cutting him off.

Chuckling, he stood to his feet and began to pace back and forth, whilst I watched his every move. After a couple of seconds, he stopped and his daunting brown eyes held mine. The amusement in his face vanished into thin air and a scowl replaced it. "I hope you never have to find out what happens when you disobey me." He said with a calm but daring tone.

Having said that, he cast a glare at me and walked out of the room. My chest was heaving tremendously and my lungs stretched out for air.

Suddenly feeling parched, I realized that I have been holding my breath for a while now.

Breathe woman, exhale! I schooled myself. In, out, in, out, in.

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★LUCIANO★

Damn! This girl might be the death of me. I have never seen anyone bold enough to look into my eyes as she did. No one has ever dared to interrupt me when I'm speaking or even more; talk back to me. Yet, here she was doing all of that and I found myself so damn weak to retaliate.

"Boss, they've taken out Pablo and Carmelo's corpses," Romano said as soon as I walked into the lounge.

"Very good." I plopped on the couch and placed one of my legs over the other. "I have got a job for you, Romano."

"Okay, Boss."

Romano walked over to where I was sitting, then he folded his hands neatly behind his back, waiting for further instructions from me.

"Go and bring Pablo's mother here."

His gaze narrowed into mere slits. "Boss?"

"What?" I retorted. "You think I want to kill her too?"

Heaving a sigh, he asked. "Isn't that the main reason why?"

Normally, no one was allowed to return my question with another question. Well, except Romano of course. Apart from being my second in command, he was also my best friend. More like a brother to me. We joke, laugh, play, and while away time doing fun stuff if need be. But once it involved business, we were more serious than ever.

Smirking, I dismissed his statement with a wave of my hand. I somehow felt disappointed that he thought I wanted to kill her too. The woman did nothing to me and I wasn't that heartless to kill a mother after she just lost her son. "No...no, I need her here for pure service. I want her to take care of this house and Janie."

"What if she asks after her son?"

Pressing my lips into a grim line as if in thought, I cleared my throat. "He went on a trip.....you are smart enough to know what to do about that. I just need someone matured like her to oversee this house and Janie in case I am not around."

Responding with a nod, Romano walked out of the front door to carry out my order. While I, on the other hand, was preparing to go and deal with my next victim, Marcelo.

He was working for my nemesis, Ramos and they tried to destroy my shipment coming from Italy. Unfortunately for him, I was forewarned by the spy I planted in their midst and went on a full-blown attack. All of them met their doom that day except him.

Initially, I planned to keep him a little longer, hoping to find out some reasonable information I could use against Ramos. But now, his time is up and death awaits him.

Jolting to my feet, I clenched my fist and made to walk away when Janie sauntered into the lounge, only to stand right in front of me; "Well, if you're going to keep me in your house like a prisoner, you might as well provide something for me to eat!" She yelled, narrowing those beautiful black eyes of hers at me.

Hardening my jaw, I stared intently at her. It was obvious, this girl meant trouble with the capital letter T.