Ayla
My eyes slowly opened. My vision was still hazy from sleep and I closed my eyes again. Turning to my side, I burrowed deeper under the soft covers.
“Hmm…” I groaned when my aching muscles protested.
I needed a break from working.
My bed moved, and knowing it was not from me, my eyes snapped open and I came face to face with Alessio.
He was sitting on the bed, but leaning forward until his face was close to mine.
“Good morning,” he said.
My eyes widened and I let out a scream. As I tried to scramble off the bed, the covers twisted around me in my haste and I ended up on the floor in a heap.
I stared up at him, my chest heaving. I was sure I looked frightened, while he seemed ready to pounce.
My head spun as the memories of the night before came crashing into my mind like never ending wild waves.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, trying to untangle myself from the covers. When I was finally free, I stood up and took several steps away, trying to keep a safe distance between us.
“How could you?” I asked.
Alessio stood up and made an act of fixing his suit. He took his time, as if he was doing it on purpose to get me riled up and extend the suspense.
When he was done, he leveled me with a blank stare. “What do you mean?”
“You…” I stuttered as I tried to find words.
He gave you an orgasm, a voice said in my mind.
Against my wishes, I screamed back, horrified by the thought.
“I what?” His voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see him moving toward me, his steps purposeful.
“You…” His body was so close to mine that his heat enveloped me.
“What is it?” Alessio asked as he bent down slightly so we were eye level.
I swallowed but didn’t answer.
“Say it,” he urged.
Shaking my head, I tried to take a step back but his arms shot out and were instantly wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. “I want you to say it. Tell me. What did I do last night?” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.
Placing both hands on his chest, I tried to shove him away from me but he didn’t even move an inch.
“Mr. Ivanshov, please let me go,” I begged, struggling in his arms, desperate to free myself.
His arms tightened around my waist. “Oh, kitten, I think we should leave the pleasantries behind now.” Leaning forward so that his lips were next to my ear, he continued, “After what I did to you last night, I think we should stick with Alessio.” He finished his sentence with a nip on my earlobe and I jumped at his sudden touch.
“Okay. Alessio, please let go of me.”
“I will when you tell me what I did to you last night. Say it,” he muttered in a husky tone.
He was trying to embarrass me. How heartless could he be? He was a monster.
Alessio leaned his face into my neck and when I felt his warm lips on my cold skin, I shivered and went limp against him. Only his arms were holding me upright.
He placed wet kisses on my neck. Biting and then sucking at the tortured skin.
His lips drew wet trails on the length on my neck.
Shaking my head, I brought my hands to his hair and pulled hard until his face was not buried in my neck anymore.
“Fuck,” Alessio swore loudly as I continued pulling.
His head snapped up and he slowly stood to his full height until he was towering over me. He went rigid, his arms like a band of steel around my waist. I let out a small hiss and struggled with slight discomfort and pain.
He brought one of his hands up and grasped my chin, his hold firm and hard as he tilted my head, forcing me to look into his hard, cold eyes. Anger flashed behind the blue irises and I cowered under his seething glare.
“I really don’t like repeating myself, but I will one last time,” he said, his tone flat and grating. “Tell me what I did to you last night and I’ll let you go. It’s simple.”
“You gave me an orgasm.” The words came out of my mouth before I could even think.
The anger in his eyes immediately vanished, but the hard look remained. I played with the wild lion and now I had to pay the consequences. “And did you enjoy it?”
“That was not part of the deal,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Alessio pulled my face closer as his lips stretched in a small smirk. “Oh, kitten. I make the rules. I make the deals, and I can change them whenever I want. You don’t get to make a choice. Understood?”
I nodded mutely and then tried to look down, wanting to escape his intense, cruel stare, but his unyielding hold on my chin stopped me from moving. “Answer me, kitten.”
“Umm, I…” I started, but couldn’t finish my sentence. How could I answer such a thing? Did I enjoy it when he gave me an orgasm? No? Yes? Even I was confused. I didn’t want to like it. I shouldn’t have liked it, but I did.
I closed my eyes tightly, unable to believe my own feelings. Something was seriously wrong with me, because this monster held me in his mansion against my will and then gave me an orgasm even though I didn’t want it—and I had liked it.
“Ayla, answer me!”
“Yes!” I shouted.
When I was near him, my body wasn’t my own. My brain became a chaotic jumble and I couldn’t think straight.
He masterfully played my body and my mind.
He held the strings, and I became a puppet.
***
Alessio
She went limp in my arms, the fight running out of her body.
Hearing her admit to her desires had been all I wanted, and it brought me satisfaction. For a little while. She was scared, and I would give her time.
However, my patience was running out because I had given her enough time already, as far as I was concerned. Having her that close to my body made the beast inside me begin to rage.
Her heat and her smell had taken over my senses. All I wanted to do was throw her on her back, spread those long creamy legs, and fuck her hard until she screamed with her orgasm milking my cock.
Even though I wanted her scared of me, I didn’t want her to regret what happened. I had never taken a woman against her will and I wouldn’t start with her.
Oh, she wanted me, but it was obvious she was terrified. Her confusion was clearly written all over her face.
I would seduce Ayla until she begged me to take her.
Releasing my hold on her chin, I gently moved her hair off her face. I let my fingers linger on her cheek for a few seconds and then slowly moved my thumb over her velvet skin. It warmed under my fingers and a small touch of pink tainted her pale flesh, showing the effect that I had on her.
“See. That wasn’t so hard to admit, right?” I stared at her blushing cheek, mesmerized by the color and the softness of her skin.
Ayla tried to step away and I let her go without resistance.
Let’s give the little kitten a break.
She took several steps away from me, then placed a shaky hand on her heaving chest. She was trembling, the fear evident.
But why the fuck was she so scared? The fear wasn’t just because of me. There was something else, and I hadn’t quite figured it out yet.
Ayla was a big mystery to me. She acted like she hated my touch, but she’d moaned in pleasure at the same time.
She fascinated me, captured my attention, and I had no desire to fight it.
She might have been the one to take the first action by hiding under my bed, but now I was in control. I wouldn’t let go until I had my fill.
Staring at her, my gaze unyielding, I said, “Now, Ayla. Don’t be scared. You have nothing to be scared of. Have I hurt you?”
She shook her head, watching my every movement and reaction. She truly did remind me of a kitten trying to find its way out of danger. Small, skittish, scared. And completely helpless.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, tugged it out, and saw Viktor’s number flashing on the screen.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“There’s something we gotta tell you. It’s fucked up,” he replied in a rush. He sounded panicked. Shit.
“Now what?”
“We should discuss this in person, Alessio.”
Looking at Ayla, who was now plastered against the wall, I felt anger building inside of me. Viktor had really bad timing.
“I’m busy right now,” I said harshly.
“It’s important.”
“Fine. Meet me in my office,” I ordered before hanging up.
I moved toward Ayla, and in three long strides, I was standing in front of her. She folded into herself, her shoulders bunching forward in a protective manner.
She whimpered, as if frightened I would hit her.
“Calm down,” I said, my voice surprisingly gentle.
I pulled her forward until she was flush against my body. My hold was light and I leaned down so that my lips were beside her ear.
“I’ll be back, kitten. We are not done yet,” I whispered harshly, then wrapped my hand in her hair, twisting it around my fingers and pulled her head backward.
Without warning, I crashed my lips to hers. The kiss was hard, fast, and bruising, meant to let her know that she belonged to me. Only me.
Ayla let out a gasp when I licked the seams of her lips. I bit, sucked, kissed, until I was satisfied that she understood.
Leaning away, I stared at her flushed face. She was red and out of breath. It made me want to laugh. I didn’t even kiss her properly and she was already reacting this way.
Ayla brought a hand to her swollen lips and touched it gently. I saw her wince as she stared at me with innocent eyes.
Ah, kitten. So innocent.
Giving her a final heated glance, I turned around and walked out of the bedroom, leaving her alone to her thoughts.
I closed the door behind me with a bang and walked straight to my office in the left wing. When I got there, the door was already open. Viktor, Nikolay, Phoenix, and Artur were already there.
Frustration was evident in their expressions. Walking straight in, I growled, “What is it?”
I sat down behind my desk, crossing my arms at my chest as I leaned back. Phoenix closed the door before facing me.
“We found out that someone is spying,” Viktor started, his voice rough with anger.
“What?” I yelled. Quickly getting up to my feet, I pushed the chair back.
“Yeah. For the fucking Abandonato. The bastards knew where we were going to open the next club. They got there first and Alberto said that we should have better control on who we trust.” Phoenix’s voice came out in a hiss as he tried hard to control his own irritation.
My body shook with fury and my hands tightened into fists until my knuckles hurt from the pressure.
Grabbing my chair, I threw it across the room. Nikolay had to jump out of the way so it didn’t crash into him.
“Who the fuck is it?” I roared.
My hands were itching. I wanted to spill blood, and my eyes twitched as I tried to regain control. Whoever betrayed me would have a slow torturous death. I wouldn’t spare him any mercy.
“Find out who he is!”
None of them moved.
I saw Viktor swallowing nervously and Nikolay staring at him.
When he didn’t say anything, Nikolay sent him a glare and then turned toward me, quickly schooling his features again.
“We think it’s Ayla,” he said.