Page 8 of Danica's Revenge

“Remember…Every.Last.Drop.”

Oh god, how does it feel this good?

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Chapter five

Controlled

Itrymybestto walk like there isn’t a vibrating butt plug stuffed up my ass.Danica loves public play stuff, but it always makes my life so difficult.How can I keep up the facade of being the brutal head of the Fera family if all I can think about is my growing erection?The mere thought of Danica roaming around with that powerful remote, ready to press it at any time, makes me instantly hard.It is the anticipation of it more than anything.She is still on her way to the banquet hall though, so maybe I am safe for now.

The lavish foyer is filling up quickly with thecreme de la cremeof the underworld.The annual Fera charity auction is renowned in all circles.Large amounts of money exchange hands in the name of tax-deductible charity.Old debts are settled and new contraband is acquired at an event that looks just like any other charity gala.But everybody knows the millions of dollars that flow through the proceedings are not meant for the average-looking artifacts displayed on the stage under heavy protection.No, the real auction is online through a very secure connection and exclusive access.It is set up long before the actual event, the bounties agreed upon before anyone forces themselves into their expensive suits or uncomfortable high-heels.

$1,2 million for the painting on the left for Mister Marino, the paperwork reads.But online, the truth: “$1,2 million for semi-automatic weapons for the Marino family.”Power, weapons, drugs—everything is for sale at the annual Fera charity auction.The family’s influence knows no bounds, and everyone makes sure to take advantage of theircharityto stock up.It is the only way to keep the peace between the families, or some semblance of peace, at least.

I make my way over to the door to greet the new guests as they enter.More than a hundred people are expected tonight at this grand venue, excluding the security.No weapons at the auction though: there is a metal detector at the door that everyone is forced to pass through before entering the elegant hotel.Dramatic chandeliers, elaborate artwork on the wall, the marble floor shining without flaw—a certain luxury is expected at these events.

I don’t care much for the dated decor myself, but I know the families are old school like that—modern architecture fails to impress them.

Not that I have anything to do with choosing the venue.Alicia, my PA, organizes it all, buzzing around with a clipboard to make sure things are running as they should.

The metal detector beeps by the door and I look up to see Emilio taking a knife off a guard escorting the Antonios.

“Don Antonio.Buonasera.Welcome.”I nod respectfully, reaching out my hand to his as the Don and his men approach.

“Buonasera, Don Fera.”The old man shakes my hand firmly, a forced smile forming around his wrinkly mouth.“Good turnout this year,” he remarks, looking around the room.I’m not sure if it’s a question or a statement.

I can’t stop imagining the plug in my ass.I know I’m clenching but I’m so overly aware of it, I can’t help it.Imagine what people would think if they knew?What would Don Antonio say if he knew the head of the Fera family was roaming around with a toy up his rear, completely at the mercy of a 5’3" tall 25-year-old with a sadistic streak?

“Indeed.We have some really desirable items on the auction list this year.”I hold onto his hand a bit longer, forcing myself to keep my expression firm but neutral.

He just nods, waving his men over as they head to the bar.

I snap my fingers at one of the waiters and they bring me a whiskey on the rocks.I like how it burns as it goes down, the feeling as it settles in my stomach.It’s a welcome distraction.

I know she has arrived even before I see her.The effect Danica has on a room is instant.I can feel the shift in the energy.Maybe it is just me who is so overly aware of her presence.My body aches for her every second she isn’t near.It drives me wild!It's been less than half a year and she has me completely wrapped around her finger—and I don’t want it any other way.Some days she is the only reason I don’t burn the whole world to the ground.

I look up to catch the elegant frame of my Queen passing through the entrance slowly, almost floating in the long black dress that reaches all the way to the floor.I can’t look away: the neckline that is way too low, her deep cleavage hugged tightly in the perfectly fitted dress with the corset-like bodice.

The gown is a symphony of black silk and satin, embracing her like a second skin.It cascades into a voluminous skirt that pools around her feet in opulent folds, billowing with every movement.Layers of tulle and silk create a dramatic silhouette, echoing the glamour of a bygone era.The fabric seems to shimmer with a subtle sheen, catching and reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers above.

It is the most beautiful I have ever seen her look.I can’t stop staring, waiting for her to get closer.Matching diamond earrings and necklace round off the look, complete with dark eyeshadow and sultry red lips that highlight her naturally stunning features.

“You can close your mouth now,” Danica grins when she finally reaches me, clearly proud of the effect she has on me.I like watching her grin, learning the little things that amuse her.

“You look incredible,” I whisper, wrapping her in my arms.She’s taller than usual.Must be the heels hidden beneath the dress.

“You can kiss me.The lipstick is non-smear,” she says with a smile, and I kiss her quickly, overly aware of the company in the room.I wish we were alone, that everyone was gone already.I want her all to myself.

“You look so beautiful in black.”I hold onto her a bit longer, enjoying the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

She grins.“You think I look beautiful when I’m literally wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.”

“That’s true.You always look beautiful.But tonight you look breathtaking.”

“Do you want me?”she asks as she does so often.

“More than I want anything in the world,” I tell her truthfully, my hands resting on the curve of her hips.

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