Servant to the Mafia Lord

Ariana Moreno

"What?!"

I was far beyond shocked. Strip naked? I had never even worn something like this before in all my twenty-one years. Now... completely naked?

From the moment my eyes landed on him, I knew he was dangerous. The kind of man I should run away from immediately. But how?

Stupidly, I found myself strangely attracted to him. His face was sharp and well defined, every feature fitting together in perfect balance. His chest was wide and strong, tattoos staining his porcelain skin.

I knew right then that I was doomed-because who the fuck feels attraction toward someone they're supposed to be afraid of?

I was still standing there in shock, trying to figure out what to do or say, when my gaze drifted downward.

That was when I realized something terrifying.

I had been standing in a top room the entire time.

And what the fuck was happening underground?

Was that... live sex?

Women walked around completely naked. A threesome. A foursome. Girls fucking themselves openly. Men watching, touching, taking turns.

This was hell.

I had never seen anything like this before-not even in movies.

He walked closer to me again, and I couldn't move anymore. My back hit the wall.

"Little thing is distracted by the underground club," he murmured dangerously close to my ear. "Would you like to join them too? Or maybe try those acts yourself?"

"No..." I muttered immediately.

"You're not taking off your clothes and dancing?" he reminded, his fingers already reaching for the tiny piece of fabric holding my breasts.

One thing I had noticed about him-he was impatient.

"I'll do it... myself," I said quickly, grabbing his hand.

But it was too late.

My breasts bounced free, fully exposed.

I gasped and covered myself immediately.

"You should stop this!" I yelled.

"You do not raise your voice at me!" he yelled back, pinning my hands against the wall.

My breasts were completely naked to his gaze now, with no way to hide them.

"You can't hide anything from me, little thing," he said slowly. "I own it now."

He lowered his head and kissed my nipples softly.

As much as I hated to admit it, I enjoyed every touch. A spark shot through my body, my skin reacting to him against my will.

He fondled my breasts, his hands roaming freely, setting my body on fire.

This was wrong.

It had to stop.

But how?

He suddenly lifted me into his arms in a bridal style and laid me flat on the table.

"It needs to stop when your body reacts like this?" he asked, taking one of my breasts into his mouth.

I moaned despite myself.

"Oh... Elijah," I whispered, my fingers sliding into his hair.

He continued touching me everywhere until his hand reached my panties. He teased me slowly, deliberately, before finally touching me.

My body flinched and I grabbed his wrist.

"Oh..." I moaned again.

"This is the first time someone is doing this to you?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

I nodded.

"Wait..." He paused and pulled back slightly. "You're a virgin?"

He moved away from me completely.

Strangely, disappointment settled in my chest.

He stood there watching me for a moment before helping me off the table. He picked up a jacket from the chair and slipped it over my body. It was long enough to reach my knees.

"Listen, little thing," he said calmly. "I'm not a good man. Fuck that-I'm not even close to being one."

He met my eyes.

"So I'm letting you go now. My guards will escort you home safely. And listen to me carefully-do not come here again."

His tone hardened.

"Bad people fill this place. People who would do things to you you've never experienced before. Including me. And if our paths cross again... I won't resist."

He bent down and kissed me gently.

I couldn't say a word. I just stared at him, my eyes wide and innocent.

To be honest... it wasn't just him.

I wanted it too.

He summoned his guards.

"She must not get hurt," he ordered coldly.

They bowed.

I waved at him slightly, and he smirked.

I followed the bodyguards out of the room.

I should have been relieved. I should have been happy he let me go.

So why did I feel empty?

Why did I feel... lost?

I entered the car they had prepared and glanced back at the club one last time.

So much had happened in one night.

And now...

The plan had changed.