He moaned, and before I could react, his tongue was already in my mouth, pushing itself frantically, deep, in a desperate search for my own. His grip on my hands slackened and I could free my right arm. Engrossed by the kiss, he didn’t notice when I removed my hands, getting ready to stand up.“You promised not to do anything without my consent, and dark lord, you certainly don't have my consent?” I said. “Mentally at least!”Matteo froze, and when he turned his head back to me, his eyes were calm and expressionless. "You used my words against me, smart girl." He withdrew, sitting on the edge of the bed.For a while he just stared at me, and then suddenly he burst out in loud, clear, and completely sincere laughter. At that moment, he looked like a young boy. For all I knew he might have been one—I had no idea as to his real age, but in that instant, he looked like he had emotions.“I picked the right one," he said. “Someone to push me off the edge.”“How many girls have you bought?”

It was just breakfast, but they made it seem like I was dining with Queen Elizabeth, in heaven maybe. As Maria escorted me from my bedroom, I saw a line up of guards, all like skyscrapers, tall and intimidating.They wore black which reflects their boss's inner soul—the dark lord.The passage looked like a very modern cave, in a rich Italian theme. I suddenly felt underdressed for breakfast.At the cellar door, breakfast was a combination of whatever monstrosity Antonio felt like we needed. We got a balanced diet, only because Antonio thinks we need to look pretty and be in shape in order to attract our clients. But breakfast was rushed between hair and makeup sessions.Walking into the grandeur of the dining room sunlight streamed through the rich silk curtains. The air was filled with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries. I've always loved Italian pastries and croissants—something Antonio called "a kitchen delight" because we only have pastries when a job

I opened my eyes to the bright morning sunlight. I was lying in white sheets, wearing a T-shirt and briefs. I can't remember how I ended up on the bed but I could remember what had happened the previous night and how everything suddenly became blurry and then, darkness. Which means that I could recall being in a white lace dress. Who helped me change my dress? The dark lord? In order to do that, he’d have to first remove the lace dress. And that meant he saw me naked again in a vulnerable state. That thought wasn’t exactly pleasant, even though he had it over and over again that he would wait for my consent, but I wasn't comfortable with Matteo doing it all by himself, all alone."It wasn’t me who changed your clothes,” I heard Matteo's familiar deep voice coming behind me. I slowly turned my head to the left and there he was sitting on a grand armchair by the bed. This time, he was wearing a more casual outfit—black joggers and a black tank top, it seemed as if he only owned black

"Maria said you need clothes and some other things." He stated and I knew the conversation would lead to shopping, I had never gone shopping before, everything we used was bought by Savannah, our housemother, so I was excited, and then I refused to show my excitement, instead I looked at him with a stoic expression, one I'm sure he's more than used to by now."You’ll need a few more things bought before we leave, I can't have you dressing like that in front of the five.” Leave where? And who are the five? “Leave? Am I leaving all of a sudden? I just got here and I don't want to leave” I asked, crossing my arms. He was crazy, I had already gotten used to the mansion and all its luxury, already used to Maria's talkativeness and a little bit of Viktor's quietness.“You and me, I can't go anywhere without you, especially if it's long-term, defeats the purpose of our arrangement doesn't it?" He finished with a smirk which made me want to spank him. "I have a couple of things to do back

Staying in the cramped changing room, thoughts were flying around. I was never an impulsive person, but right now the only thoughts running through my mind is to escape.I know that the dark lord's mansion is a fortress and I can never ever get a chance of escaping there. I wondered if the store has a backdoor that I could use. Luckily for me the helpful store attendant came back."Are you ok, miss?" She asked but I was already on factory reset mode, my instincts had taken full control and I wasn't sure if I was thinking straight."Is there a backdoor? I forgot something in the car and I wouldn't want Matteo to feel worried." I didn't know if it was due to the fact that Matteo and I had spent a small fortune on their store or not, but she gave me a million dollar smile, showing she was happy to help.Luckily for me, there was a backdoor, all I had to do was to go and hopefully pray Matteo will not enter the dressing room again for like five minutes. The lady escorted me out, and soon a