Page 21 of Stolen Christmas
I roll my eyes, wanting more clarification from the overbearing man. “Yes, I kind of got that, but why?”
“Because you can’t go around dressed like that.” I know that I’m not dressed modestly. That jerk had already told me when he dropped me off after my shift last night that I’d been too much for him to be seen with. Still, Tony had no problem trying to stake a claim on me earlier in front of Mr. D’Antonio.
“Where are we going?”
“For starters, my home, but tomorrow we’re having dinner with my parents, and you will not be dressed like a stripper.” There is no disguising his voice. He’s disgusted with me, and I want to tell him to fuck himself, but I picked a ridiculous outfit tonight to work up the courage.
The vehicle comes to a stop, and the driver lowers the divider. “Mr. D’Antonio, shall I escort him to the place?”
“For now, yes, but remember, he is only a guest. No one lays a finger on him unless I give the order. Understood?” He gives me a pointed look that implies my behavior determines how they treat my brother.
He looks at my brother and then at me. “Would you like to see your brother before we go in, my Angel?”
“Yes, please.”
The man named Sammy opens the door, and my brother is still cuffed, which breaks my heart. “Angel, I’m sorry. I just wanted to get you a present.” Why does he have to be so stupid and make these rash decisions? These are the things that got us to where we are in the first place. First with the accident, and now I don’t even know what happened.
“Don’t worry. It’s going to be fine. Just do what they say, and I’ll see you soon. I love you.” I hope they are good to him and that he behaves. He’s normally a good kid, but it seems likeI don’t know him anymore. Where has my sweet little brother gone, and who is this bad boy that took his place?
“Love you too.” He gives me a half-hearted smile, and then they lead him back into the vehicle.
“Come on, Angel,” the dangerous brute commands. He slides his arm around my waist and pulls me away from the vehicle and my brother. The driver closes the door, and I have a feeling I won’t see my brother for a long time.
“Don’t fucking cry, Angel. I’m not going to hurt him unless you give me a reason to do so. Trust me when I say I’d enjoy fucking his world up, but there are better things to do with my time.”
He leads me up to a large condo complex. “We’ll stay at the condo for now.”
“Good evening, Mr. D’Antonio.”
“Good evening, Fred.” We walk past several men in black suits, and they step aside, allowing us to enter an elevator. Once the doors close, he pins me to the wall, and despite feeling a rush of lust, heat, and a bit of fear, I hide it all. His eyes lock on mine, and his hands grip my wrists, hips flat on my stomach. “I need a taste.” His mouth comes down just slightly, brushing my lips. “Fuck. You’re going to be trouble.”
“I promise I won’t. I’ll behave.”
“Angel, you’re already a problem.” His lips press firmly, and a whimper comes from mine; the pleasure is unbearable, and I can’t fight the urge to share it aloud. “That’s it, good girl.” His hand slides under my short dress. “This is why you can’t wear this out. I’ll be fucking you every five damn feet.”
“I shouldn’t want this.” The words accidentally fall from my lips, and he attacks my body with greater fervor. I’m moaning against his strong cheek. Immediately, I regret therevelation because it’s giving him another advantage over me. Showing any weakness around this man isn’t a good thing. He’s more dangerous than Tony, and I understand that he is using my brother’s situation to get to me. It makes my stomach turn, but I need his help.
“Yes, you should. You’re mine,” he growls as the elevator doors slide open to a large condo entryway.
“Until my brother’s out of your custody,” I answer. Goodness, I could get used to this even though I shouldn’t. This man is vile, rude, demented. I don’t even know why he’s got the right to take my brother and yet, I’m nearly bending at his will. I’ll do anything to keep my family safe.
“We’ll see about that.”
Sliding off his coat, he drops it on the floor next to him and then he rolls up his sleeves. “Over here, Angel. We’re going to get started.”
“Started?”
“Yes. You’re going to give me what you were about to give a bunch of men tonight before your evening was cut short.” He takes a seat on the large chair. Hits the lights and then presses some buttons, andS & Mby Rihanna comes on. “Dance, now.” Shit. Before we lost our parents, I was on the dance team and a cheerleader. However, I’ve never done a strip tease. I’ve learned over the last week, but I’ve never danced in front of a man before. Especially a man like Mr. D’Antonio.
“What are you waiting for?” Moving closer, I strut my way, swaying my hips, giving a slight hair flip, sliding my peacoat down off my shoulders with lazy, methodical effort until I set it down on the sofa on the side. I step between his legs, teasing him with my heel at his crotch. A low growl rips from his chest. He reaches out to grab me, but I swat his hands.
“You don’t get to touch the dancers, Mr. D’Antonio.” I drop my foot and set it on the floor while I sway my body to the music.
“Well this is my own personal club, Angel. I touch whatever I want. Now finish dancing.” He clutches his crotch, giving it a full grip. The muscles in his thick forearms only add to the hot, sensual need building in me when he touches that massive girth between his legs, and it causes me to stumble just a moment.
“Yes, Mr. D’Antonio,” I tease, slipping a finger under each of the thin straps to my barely there dress. He bites his lip, eyes darkening like they did before he slammed me forcefully in the elevator. I turn my back to him and bend slightly. “A little help, sir?” I ask, twisting my head slightly.
“And it’s Luca, sweetheart. Although ‘sir’ does have a nice ring to it.” He leans forward, heated breath down my neck, fingers teasing over my spine as he grabs the zipper. “No bra?” he asks, voice unreadable.
