All Chapters of Fatal Attraction : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AuracioWe all turn at the same time upon hearing hurried footsteps. At the entrance of the kitchen, Marco and Marianne stare at us, frozen as if they had just witnessed a murder.— Auracio… shouldn’t you be somewhere else, rather than here? Marco asks uncertainly.— This… airhead interrupted us, I retort coldly.I feel my irritation rising. They are bothering me while I am dealing with a much more urgent issue than their damn schedule. But Marco bursts into laughter, which earns him a dark look from me.— This isn’t funny, damn it! I spit.— Where are you taking her like that? he asks, more curious than worried.I clench my jaw, tightening my grip on Ariane's wrist.— To the basement. She’s going to learn to respect me.She tries to break free, but I drag her like a sack of dirty laundry. Behind us, Marianne attempts to intervene:— Stop, we have work waiting for us. Please, don’t play into her game…I shoot her a glare.— Just because she woke up in a bed doesn’t mean she can act li

Marco— What's wrong with him? Hernandez asks Marco, casting an annoyed glance at Auracio.Marco smirks, hands in his pockets.— He's been like this since he laid eyes on that girl.— Well, he should get her into his bed quickly so we can finally breathe! We can't even talk to him anymore, grumbles Hernandez. She must have really affected him for him to be so grumpy. What does this enchantress look like?Marco raises an eyebrow, amused.— Come on, I'll introduce you. You're going to love her. She doesn't hold back her words.Fernando and Philippe exchange a curious look. They follow Marco down to the basement, eager to meet the famous Arianne.---ArianneThe sound of a key in the lock startles me. The cell door slowly opens, revealing the usual guard, but this time he is not alone. Three men follow him. I recognize Marco, accompanied by two other strangers.— Hello Arianne, Marco says with a sugary smile. I present to you my colleagues and friends: Fernando and Philippe.— Hello gent

ArianeIt has now been forty-eight hours since I have been locked up here. Two whole days without seeing the shadow of that brute. Not a word, not a glance, not a visit. Silence as my only companion… except for Marianne. She comes to see me morning and evening, always with her little benevolent smile and arms loaded with treats stolen from the kitchen. Last time, she even brought me food in secret. We chatted a bit, and she confided in me that Marco doesn't leave her indifferent. She even feels it’s mutual. I said nothing, but I saw her blush like a schoolgirl.Suddenly, footsteps echo in the hallway. The clear and determined sound of leather shoes striking the floor. I sit up on my bed, and like in a movie, I first see the shoes, then the legs, muscular thighs, a perfectly sculpted torso under an open white shirt… and finally, the face of the idiot.He smiles. He dares to smile.He swings the door wide open and says in a sweet, feigned voice:— Ciao, mio caro. Come, I’ll take you to

Ariane— I don't plan to stay here for more than a year.— You have a very high opinion of yourself. I don't think you'll last more than three months.— Oh really? Do you want to bet on it?— Very well. If you manage to keep my attention even after I've slept with you, you can ask me for whatever you want.— Whatever I want?— Absolutely anything.— And what proves to me that you can keep your word?He gives me a mocking look. Then, without a word, he walks over to a painting hanging on the wall. He removes it, revealing a safe. He places his thumb on a biometric sensor, and a click sounds. The safe opens. I hold my breath.Stacks, piles, mountains of money. Hundreds of bills. Compressed bundles, stacked like luxury bars.— Here are your 100,000,000 dollars. Just tell me which bank you want the deposit in.I step closer. I'm having trouble breathing. It’s… unreal. I reach out. I touch the bills. Their texture. Their weight. Their promise. I bring them to my nose. My heart races. The s

ArianeHis hands leave me no respite. He squeezes, caresses, nibbles at my breasts with delightful fervor. Every movement makes my body vibrate. My nipples, already erect, respond to the slightest touch. He gently rubs them, pinches them, teases them, and my entire body tenses. I have become a true fountain between my thighs, soaked, eager, consumed with desire.— Are we going to bed? I say, in a desperate attempt to create some distance.— I don’t want to detach from you, he murmurs against my skin.— We have to... otherwise, how are we going to get to the bedroom?He immediately lifts me up, my legs wrapping around him like a vine. He carries me to the elevator, pressed against him, and each step sends vibrations through my intimacy. I feel like my heart is going to explode.— You know you’ve completely torn my dress? What if someone sees us?— I’ll rip their eyes out.He says it with a disconcerting calm, his gaze filled with possessive threat. His nose burrows into my neck, his to