Chapter 4 Four

TALIA

What the hell!

Was he serious right now?

I was standing there shaking from the events that had just happened, feeling like I'd just been slapped.

Did he want me to continue working like nothing had happened? Was this how the world of the mafia operated?

"Don't keep me waiting, doll," Lorenzo spoke, his voice full of warning. "I just saved your virtue, or whatever the fuck's left of it. The least you can do is show me your appreciation."

I knew I was being taunted. He was the man that abducted me, not some dashing savior. I was a captive in this club, not a willing employee.

But something stopped my frustration from rising. The sight and screams of that man that had been dragged out. The way everyone in this club respected and feared him. They were terrified of putting one foot out of place. Even Giovanni, the manager of this club I had come to find out was called Dark Eden, was scared to death of what Lorenzo Gallieni could do to him.

'Ludovic is dead.'

The memory of the mafia Don saying those words made me shiver and I moved over to him, my heels clicking on the floor. I was on autopilot as I tried to move to the beat of the music.

Suddenly arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me down, and I gasped, finding myself on his lap. I tried to move but he wouldn't let me, his eyes and hands keeping me in place.

"Continue struggling doll," he chuckled. "I do enjoy it. You're quite the feisty one aren't you?"

"Lorenzo-"

My breath hitched as he pulled me closer, his breath fanned against my neck.

I was weak against him, and I hated it. Why did he do this to me? Why could he?

I knew the answer: because I couldn't do anything about it.

I had to find a way out of here, or at least to survive this. I knew I couldn't do that by making an enemy out of Lorenzo just yet.

I had to take charge of my destiny somehow.

"Nothing to say, Talia? I thought you'd be begging by now, hmm?"

Screw it, I thought.

Biting my bottom lip, I exhaled slowly and found the courage to look up into his eyes.

"Thank you," I softly said. "For saving me."

Surprise flickered in his eyes, so clear I could read it in a flash. Taking advantage of his brief falter, I shifted on his lap, and began to move once more. This time, rolling my hips to the beat of the music. Slowly, as sensually as I could make it.

This was a dangerous game I was playing, but it was the only way I could appease the force that was Lorenzo.

I heard his breath release slowly, and felt his body tense under my movements. He was gazing at me with such heat and intensity that I could feel it burning a trail inside my body.

I liked it, I realized with a sick feeling.

I liked the weight of his attention on me. And at the same time, I hated it.

"That's more like it, doll."

His hands began to guide my hips at a rhythm. There and then, in this corner of the club, no one else could interrupt us. It was just him and I.

The longer my hips rolled on his and ground against his thighs, the more I became aware of the bulge rising beneath me. I wasn't such a naive girl to not know what it was.

My face heated up, but it couldn't compare to the heat inside my belly.

My hips stuttered, and his grip on my hips tightened.

"Continue, just like that."

And I couldn't disobey his words.

I placed my hands against his chest and leaned back, my hands grasping for purchase.

It no longer felt like just a dance.

It felt like he was setting a rhythm that came from somewhere else. Another desire lay behind his eyes: one that I had seen so many times with other clients when I worked at the escort agency, but never catered to.

A desire to fuck me.

But could I avoid it as smoothly this time as I did the many other times?

This time there was no work policy protecting me. Nobody to turn to that could stop him. Who could even come against Lorenzo and get away with it? No one.

I panted as he continued, this time taking the lead. The music didn't matter, nor did the surrounding patrons.

I closed my eyes against the feeling of his bulge rocking against my lace covered folds, conflicting emotions crashing against each other, warring in my stomach and causing chaos for my mind.

On one hand, I wanted to run away. I didn't want Lorenzo to have his hands on me, to use me as his pawn. He had all the oier and I had none. He was the Don of a mafia organization and I was just some 23 year old girl who got caught up in another man's mess.

On the other hand?

I was so consumed with a dark desire to let him have his way. I wanted him to screw me silly, the way that I could only dream of. I wanted his hands on me, over my body. I wanted his manhood inside me, making me feel like a woman.

It was too much.

The feeling of intensity welled up in my belly and I knew I couldn't contain it. My whimpers became groans and moans and I leaned my head back, my nipples hard against the lace and so damn sensitive to each movement I made.

"Please, stop. Please."

My words came out in a rush, my voice cracked.

Suddenly he stilled, and I could finally breathe.

My lips sucked in a large gulp of air, and I coughed, tears filling my eyes. I knew I had to get away.

I didn't look at Lorenzo as I shakily left his lap, and turned tail and ran. Ran straight to my room and locked the door, before falling to my feet. My thighs still trembled, and I reached my hand to press against my core. The lace of the panties that covered me was wet, and I hissed in pleasure, finding purchase against my palm.

I was close, and before I knew it, I came with a soft cry, shaking and cursing Lorenzo's name.

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