Page 8 of The Devil's Touch
I never had a thing for blonde women.Silvana was the first for me.I had a feeling it had more to do with her bratty, stubborn self than her hair color.Silvana was like a hurricane—volatile, deadly and captivating for an agent of chaos like me.I knew something in me cracked wide open when I laid eyes on her.
Those lush shiny blonde strands that I could remember fisting in my grip as I pounded into her from behind, olive green eyes that seemed to tread with caution, yet held a rebellious spark in them that only came out when triggered, that flawless porcelain skin that I wanted to claim with my marks, and her body ...sinful curves and contours that haunted me since that night.
She was an undoing personified.
But then, just like everyone else who had been pissing me off lately, she thought she could steal from me and get away with it.She didn’t just cart away with my money, she took my jewelry and my ancestral ring, then she had the nerve to sell them off.
Maybe it was the vindictive side of me that didn’t want to let it go and wanted to find her to teach her a lesson.What I didn’t understand was why I didn’t succumb to the urge to blow her brains out when I got the chance.Instead, I decided to keep her as my sex slave, with the twist that she had to work at the strip club to pay back every penny she owed.
I didn’t understand if it was my sick need for control or because deep down, I just couldn’t let her go.
Silvana had climbed up to the stage, her red lingerie leaving little to the imagination.My jaw clenched, my grip tightening around my tumbler, nearly crushing it into pieces.My blood boiled to its peak, rage blinding me until all I saw was red.
Her slim, curvaceous body swayed to the music, her lush hair swishing in its ponytail with each slow sensual whine.Silvana grinded against the pole, bending over swiftly to jiggle her ass in the face of the fuckwads who were about to die soon for even daring to look at what was mine.
Then I saw someone grab her ass, spanking it with a wad of cash.My vision blew hot, hot lava leaving a residue in my chest, igniting a burning rage and possessiveness.I didn’t know what demon possessed me, but I was on my feet in no time, grabbing my gun off the table.
“Where are you going?”Damien asked, his voice cutting through that red, heated haze.
“To go teach a son of a bitch a lesson not to mess with what’s mine.”
I didn’t look back.I stormed out of the study.
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My strides were longand sharp, everything else blurring into oblivion aside from my target whom I immediately noticed the minute I set foot in the main part of the lounge.
My jaw flexed, my teeth grinding against each other.I didn’t waste time before stretching my gun forward and landing a shot on his arm twice.
The lounge turned upside down.A guttural scream ripped from his throat almost louder than the screeches and screams of the people struggling to find their way out of the chaotic space.I was unremorseful, only intent on searching for her and watching his groaning figure writhe on the floor.
“Throw him out,” I ordered as I saw my men approaching his body.They dragged him out, leaving just me, anyone else who was still bold enough to hang around, and her.
She was immobilized, horror etched on her face like I was some villain from a dark fairytale.Her lips trembled, blood splatters were all over her thigh, arm, and particularly a side of her face.The closer I got, the more her eyes widened in fear, unsure whether she should run or stay rooted in the spot she was in.
“What did you do?”she whispered.
I didn’t flinch.I stopped in front of her, my bigger frame towering over her smaller one.“I took care of him.”
“You just shot a man unprovoked!”she screamed at me.
“Unprovoked?”I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at her.“He touched you,” I gritted, hating that I didn’t choose to finish him off.
“It comes with the job in case you’ve forgotten,” she shot at me sarcastically in response.
“I don’t care.You are done here.”I glared at her.
“What?”Surprise was etched on her face.“No, we are not.Why don’t you get out of here and let me get my work done.”
Her stubbornness ticked off my last nerves.It made me want to fuck her and choke her at the same time.
“Get off the stage,” I ordered, my gaze blazing hot.
“No,” she deadpanned.“Why don’t you make me?”
That threw me off.I closed the distance between us, throwing her over my shoulder.She yelped in surprise and I spanked her ass.
“That bratty attitude,” I said through clenched teeth, “it ends here and now.”Her tiny hands descended on my back in incessant fists.
