I rode his fingers, approaching my release with my man ringing through the room. I could taste the orgasm, but he withdrew his fingers and let me go, wet and wanting.
"What…why did you do that?"
"You only get to come when I allow it." His sadistic eyes remained on me.
"So you are doing all of this because you want my 'submission'? What if I don't want to be dominated by you?" I folded my arms under my chest, still reeling from not getting the release I desperately needed.
"I have verypersuasivemeans to convince you."
I spent weeks as a sitting duck at Arancini, looking for someone who could remotely give me a clue about his identity, stalking his empty profile on the dating site, trying to replicate the depravity he inflicted on me, and now, he was here, in front of me. I didn't quite know what to make of that.
The devil was right in front of me, offering me everything I had always wanted. All I had to do was take it.
"Okay,"
My voice was barely audible, but he heard me.
"Now let's go over the rules."
"Rules?" I arched a brow at him.
He nodded. "I'm the one who created this deal, which means I have the power to end it whenever I want, and you will, without any counter, accept my terms if I decide to walk away. Two, you will serve me, relinquish control to me, and let me use you however I see fit. Three, you must not, under any circumstances, fall in love with me."
The first two rules were disturbing, but I could conform to them. I also didn't have intentions to make the arrangement long-term. I was sexually attracted to him and his kinks. I was doing this to satisfy myself. However, something about the third rule kept me on edge. I couldn't discern the reason, no matter how much I tried.
"Do we have a deal, Sienna?"
I took a deep breath. “Deal.”
CHAPTER
FOUR
LUCA
"I’m afraid our agreement will be changing, Mr. Lombardi." The bastard slouching on the chair across from me flashed a victorious smirk. He was deluded into thinking that he had gained an upper hand over the situation.
After all, he did wait until the last minute before he brought it up.
"Mr. Lombardi won't be—" Geralt, my assistant, tried to interfere, but I flashed him a death stare that made him shut up instantly. I could handle myself. I didn't need anyone doing that for me.
"Why would it be changing?" My voice, cold yet calm, resounded through the conference room. "I thought this was a done deal."
"I did too," he mumbled, "but Gold Inc. has more to offer than your company. They are willing to pay twice what you are paying for the property. So I think I'll cast my stones elsewhere."
A muscle ticked in my jaw. Of course, RonaldofuckingRossi would be willing to do that. The bastard was up to some dirty tricks because we both knew that he was incapable of splurging that amount of money on a property he lacked vision for. Myguess was, he was doing this to spite me, and he probably had another plan in motion to screw Marco over.
But that wasn't going to happen. Not if I screwed him over first for thinking he could get away with dictating to me.
"Was this new change before or after we finalized the deal?" I arched a brow at him.
"Let's file that under thenot importantcategory." He shrugged, reaching for the rest of his water and knocking it back all at once. "Are you willing to pay, or should I take my business elsewhere?"
I smiled. My lips cracked into a cold, sadistic yet impressive smile. His gaze faltered, displaying a hint of confusion.
"Is that a threat, or are you trying to tell me what to do?"
He faked a smile. "I'm just trying to make sure I get the best deal for myself."
