Chapitre 1: I
"You're mine. Don't forget about it again" he whispered near her ear, then moving on to take her fragile lobe between the teeth.
She was frozen there, behind a column, not knowing how to get out of that situation. It was not everyday a mafia boss shows concern towards you.
He was charming, with his black hair as night, his full lips, his well-defined muscles, his warm and strong arms. Her eyes fell on the tattoo of a snake on his neck.
A hand went up to reach his smooth cheek, to enjoy the warmth of his skin, but suddenly she remembered: he was her dad's murderer, her sworn enemy. She couldn't feel any affection toward such a despicable being.
"No" she uttered firmly, distancing herself from him. All of a sudden, she felt the shortage of his proximity.
Her body was claiming to return by his side, but she was still in her intention not to fall for him.
"No, baby? Remember you no longer have your father to protect you", every word was a step forward, "don't tell me you're still resentful about such a trivial matter. You know better than many others that this is how scores are settled in the mafia".
"And you know better than many others that I'm allowed, rather, I'm obliged to seek revenge on you. It would be a disgrace to give myself to you this way, like a vulgar slut".
Her face was turning red, yet she was trying to linger unperturbed and act as none of what he was spitting out could faze her.
A cold laugh filled the vast vault of the ballroom.
"You are a slut" he told, amused, moving closer to her just enough to make their bodies fit, "my slut".
That being said, he fiercely pushed her against the wall.
A sob mixed with pain and surprise escaped her lips. She opened her eyes wide, not understanding what was going on. However, the only thing she saw was the face of the guy getting dangerously close and whispering: "Tell me, little slut, what's a woman's honor? Business, fight, mafia. Everything is a man thing. You know, right? Then, tell me: what does stop you from entirely giving yourself to me?".
She was getting furious. When she noticed the slight smirk on his face, she put her hand on his chest and strongly pushed him away, managing to separate herself from the icy wall.
She was ready to try to fight for an escape route, but, surprisingly, he was not mad. He was laughing.
He looked at her with mockery and asked: "Are you playing hard to get, beauty? Weren't you the one to tease me in the office? Am I not now supposed to repay the favor? Do you know how many times you made me horny with your silly jokes?".
Now he was looking at her as she was a piece of meat.
"I didn't mean to tease you that way. I only wanted to make you feel uncomfortable".
"And you succeeded. But now, you have to bear the consequences".
And he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards himself and, holding her head, forced her to a deep and passionate kiss.
She tried to struggle, but she was too weak.
In a moment, she was again against the wall, inhaling as much air as possible due to the long kiss.
He overstepped her minute figure and said, with a malicious look: "I think I'm going to make you enjoy your time here tonight. Get ready to cry out my name, baby".
She was now scared, yet when she felt his big hand making its way under her skimpy dress, she suffocated the scream rising her throat. That warmth was reassuring and every worry left her mind.
She found herself craving. Craving to feel his hand touching her dew-flaps, making her come, to make her legs feel feeble as they were pudding.
Her look revealed how she was eager to feel him, so he told her: "Where is all your stubbornness now? Is it enough for you, my only hand to make you impatient as a longing virgin?".
She tried to reply to his sarcasm, but the touch of his hand on her clitoris made her words stuck in her throat. Instead, she threw a high scream that made a big echo in the vault.
He kept on with his treats until she came on his hand, in a concert of moans filling the empty hall.
Then, he took off his hand and she felt the lack of his touch. She was gasping, still craving for the remaining wave of pleasure. She tried to use the wall as support, but her legs were so weak she fell heavily on the floor.
The guy was meanwhile looking satisfied at his prey, proud of his own good job.
She looked up and saw the satisfaction filling his entire face and spouted at him: "Go away, damned bastard! When I'll manage to get up I'll peel you as an orange! Don't touch me!".
She tried to fight his attempt to pick her up, unsuccessfully.
He held her in his arms, while she was trying to wiggling out of his grasp, and took her to the car.
"Don't dare touch me!" She yelled again.
"Shut up, slut, or do you want everyone to know what we've done tonight?" He scolded her, now looking very annoyed.
"Aaaaaah!" She cried, frustrated, "You're going to regret what you've done!".
"Cut the act! Are you telling me you were not enjoying my service?".
"Well…" She started to pretend, but she was stopped by his thundering voice: "Shut. The fuck. Up. NOW! It's useless carrying on your threatening: this won't be the last time. Trust me".
"You…" She started again, yet he was faster and, grabbed an old t-shirt, forced it into her mouth. Soon after, while she was reaching for the tissue with her hand to take it out, he took her wrists and tied it with a belt. She was startled.
"Now, HUSH!" he shouted.
It was this way until they reached her house. Once there, he threw her out of the car and, without caring of her moaning to be freed, he left at full speed.
"Awwww" the girl cried, lying down on her bed, "They're such a cute couple! How can they be so… Perfect for each other and not even see it".
She started rolling over the bed cover, squeezing her book on her chest and throwing out some giggles.
"How I wish a love story like theirs. How lucky you are, Emily, to have Travis by your side. And you don't even notice how gorgeous he is. Aaaaaaah! How come such an ungrateful woman can have such a blessing from life and I, who could really cherish it, have nothing but a bunch of… Children playing with a stupid ball up and down on the grass. How gross!".
She was daydreaming, imagining being in Emily's place, to receive all Travis' caresses.
"What a beautiful life…" She whispered, dreamy.