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I took intimidating steps into the room, knowing every man in there couldn’t ignore my presence and ordered them all to leave. She stopped dancing and stood still, glaring into my eyes from behind her lace mask. She hadn’t once looked away from me and it was turning me on so fucking much that it took every ounce of my self-control to sit my ass down on the sofa and not dive at her, burying my dick deep inside her and have her screaming as I fucked her against that pole.
Instead, I husked, “Continue.”
She smirked again as she started to move her body to every provocative beat of the music. The low lighting illuminating her golden skin and moving up her legs, across her toned stomach, her wide hips, her tits, highlighting her pink nipples against the shine of the jewels in her bra. She was a fucking goddess. I had never seen anything more beautiful than her.
When she clarified that I didn’t like to share, it took everything in me not to laugh. I thought I was hiding my possessiveness well. Clearly, I needed more practice.
She swayed her way towards me and my heart rate increased, my grip on the leather was the only thing keeping me rooted in my position. Don’t touch her. Touch her and it’s over. You break your rule. You fuck an employee. Then what? Maybe that’s what I needed. Fuck her and get it out of my system. That’s the way it usually works. I hardly ever see a girl more than twice. They can’t hold my attention.
“And what is it you want from me, Panther?” her voice was so seductive… so alluring. And she called me Panther. I didn’t think I could get any harder but apparently… that will do it. I stared into her stunning eyes. Eyes so deep and rich in different shades of brown that at that moment I decided… I had to know who she was. Who was the girl behind the mask and the wig? I asked as much as she glided her hands up my thighs, her touch igniting even more need inside me than I thought possible but then she stopped. Froze. Something shifted in her eyes. Surprise. Fear. Vulnerability.
She spun around, sitting her full ass on my dick to distract me from my question which worked for a couple of seconds as she started rotating her hips and brushed her ass against my erection. Something inside me snapped and I gave in. I had to touch her. To feel her skin. Know if it was as pure and soft as it looked. Running my rough hand up the side of her body, I bit into my bottom lip as I imagined licking every inch of her. She was softer than silk. Smoother than marble. I felt the last of my control shred as I gripped her throat and smashed her back against my chest, her body covering me like a blanket. She gasped as I loosened my grip and started to caress her neck with my fingers, while commanding in her ear to answer my question. I growled and bit at her throat as she moved her body up and down, rocking her ass against my dick. My hand caressed her tits and I pinched and flicked her nipple, causing her to gasp, moan and arch her back against me.
“Because it feels so good.”
Oh fucking hell. That was it. The moment my promise to myself to never fuck a worker went so far out the fucking window and over the hills that it was a speck in the horizon. I made a new promise. To make her feel so fucking good. I reached down between her thighs, teasing her over her underwear as she moaned, her head dropping back against my shoulder while I worked her clit softly then harder, rubbing and teasing to steal every moan of her pleasure. Suddenly, she ripped my hand away and moved so quickly I had no time to comprehend what was happening as she straddled my hips, and grabbed one of my wrists, yanking it up above my head and into the leather handcuffs fixed to the mirrored wall.
I was so consumed by her; I would have let her do anything to me. I had lost my mind to complete lust. I had never let a woman tie me up. That was me handing over complete control to another which was not something I was comfortable with, yet here I was. Completely at her mercy and loving it.
“I thought you’d be angry with me?” I teased, giving her my most cheeky smile as she fastened my other wrist up too. She fluttered her dark lashes and bit into those full red lips. Lips that I hoped would soon be wrapped around my cock by the way things were going. She may have been nervous last night but tonight she was a vixen. Fully in control of her own pleasure and mine.
I barely heard her answer as she started rocking her hips up and down my length, massaging my erection with the heat of her pussy. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to bury myself deep inside her, feel her walls strangling my dick.
“Cazzo,” I growled as she started to move faster, her hands gliding over her perky tits, playing with her nipples between the diamond ropes. Oh fucking hell, this woman knew what she was doing. She could have any man on his knees.
“Did you think I would be angry because I let you see me come but you denied me the same?” My eyes widened at her dirty talk and I felt my breathing increasing to hard pants as I tried to focus on not shooting my load in my fucking pants like a teenager.
Suddenly, I realised what was happening. She was playing with me. The way I had been playing with her. I pulled on the restraints, knowing if I didn’t take back control in a minute, this would all be over before it even started. She smirked, working her hips harder and faster. She grabbed my jaw in her petite hand, her nails digging into my cheeks and licked my lips with a sensual swipe of her tongue. I groaned loudly, diving to devour her with an overdue kiss, but she pushed me back firmly.
“Did you think I would be angry because you asked for another man to taste my pussy when I wanted it to be you?”
Fuck, more filth from her mouth. I was struggling to hold on as she rubbed her pussy rapidly up and down my dick and all I could do was clench my fists and growl for her to release me so I could taste her sweet pussy for myself. At that moment, there was nothing more I wanted in this world. But she ignored me. Instead, she gripped my neck, digging her nails into my skin as she stifled a moan by biting her lips but I felt it. I felt the wetness of her pussy. The shake in her muscles as she came. And it was my undoing. I was too lost in her to stop it. I came with a fucking groan so deep and primal, it sounded animalistic. And then everything stopped. I opened my eyes to stare into her chocolate brown irises that danced with victory. She stood up, pushing my chest as she steadied herself in her heels and stared at me, breathing hard.
“No. I’m not angry now,” she shook her head. “But I do quit. So, you can tell the Boss, this was my final notice. Ciao, asshole.”
What the fuck! She turned and started to make her way out of the room and I roared at her to stop. Panic consumed me completely. I was trapped. She had planned this. She was about to walk the fuck out on me? Alessio Barbieri? Heir of the most ruthless mafia empire in Italy?
“FLORA!” I bellowed, tugging with all my strength on the metal fixing. I ducked my head out from under the handcuffs and craned my neck to look up at it. Of course, there was no fucking cameras in here and the music was so loud, no one would hear me shouting. And yet all I could think about was the fact she was getting away from me. She quit. A part of me was relieved. Glad she wouldn’t be working here but another part of me was livid. She fucked with me and then left me here like this while she took off into the night? She had no idea who she had just messed with. No one gets to walk away from me unless I let them.
I had enough anger raging through me now to use all my body strength to keep ripping at the fixing on the wall. Slowly, the metal started to bend and the screws were loosening. After a couple of minutes and one final, massive tug that I threw my whole body into, the fixing broke off the wall, the handcuffs and my hands were free. I stood up, storming out into the main bar like a mad man, my blue eyes darting around the room for her, but I already knew she would be gone.
“Boss?”
I turned to see my cousin regarding me with pure confusion, his eyes drifting down to the handcuffs around my wrists and the fixing attached.
“Where is she?”
“Who?” he asked, a flicker of amusement playing at the corner of his lips.
I growled, barging past him and out the back door for the staff. I kicked open every dressing room door, women screaming at the intrusions, but I couldn’t find her.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Fabi raced up behind me as I turned, breathing hard.
“She happened,” I hissed, lifting my cuffed hands in the air. “Get these the fuck off me!”
“What’s the magic word?” he chuckled and my eyes narrowed on him. He reached over and untied the buckles around the leather cuffs, dropping them to the floor. I sprinted out of the club onto the main street, my eyes frantically searching the deserted, dark road for any sign of her. She was gone. I realised I was still wearing my panther mask and whipped it off my face, throwing it onto the floor as I ran my hands over my shaved brown hair.
“Fuck!” I shouted, turning back inside. Fabi was leaning against the wall looking thoroughly entertained. “Don’t!” I lifted my finger to him before he uttered a word that would end with my fist in his face. “I want all the information we can get on that girl. Her CV. Her real name. Her number. Everything.”
