I stood in the center of the living room, forgetting to move because his stare was strong enough to keep me in place. I wasn’t sure what I expected from him, and the longer I stood there, the more obvious I made it that I wanted something from him.
Like a kiss.
My legs finally moved, and I walked into the bedroom. A black and gold dress had been placed on the bed, along with the heels he wanted me to wear. A necklace of real diamonds was beside it, along with earrings that were worth more than a new car.
Everything was beautiful, far more beautiful than anything I’d ever worn in my life. I would walk into the casino wearing hundreds of thousands of dollars. I stripped off my casual outfit of jeans and a sweater and pulled on the short dress. It reached slightly past my thighs, clinging to the deep curves of my waist, and stretching across my bust. It had a deep cut in the front, showing a cleavage line Bosco would stare at often. The earrings and necklace came next, followed by the heels.
When I looked in the mirror in the bathroom, I fixed my hair and refreshed my makeup, knowing Bosco would want me to look my absolute best. I walked back into the living room, my heels tapping against the hardwood floor as I made my entrance to Bosco.
He was on his phone again, and this time, he slipped it into his pocket before he looked at me. His gaze didn’t change at first. He still wore that indecipherable poker face, making him impossible to read. But once his eyes settled on me, they immediately changed. He took in my appearance with approval along with surprise. His eyes scanned my body, starting from my long legs in my heels, over my hips, and to my face and hair. He examined the jewelry I wore, the outline of my chest in the material, and then the lipstick color on my lips.
He rose to his feet and slowly approached me. His hands unbuttoned his jacket before he went to the belt around his waist. He undid it then unfastened his slacks. His pants slid down his legs and fell to the floor, his enormous cock on display. “Bend over.”
“You must like it, then.” I moved into his chest and pushed his jacket over his shoulders so it fell to the floor. I moved to his mouth to kiss him.
He refused to give me his mouth. With a searing look in his eyes, he looked so turned on it seemed like he was furious. His hand wrapped around my neck, and he squeezed me harder than he usually did. “Bend. Over.”
We sat in the back seat of his private car, watching the city lights pass through the window. My legs were crossed, and I could feel the weight of his come sitting inside me. Some of it had seeped into my thong, and I could feel it against my pussy lips every time I moved. The second he finished, he ordered for us to leave—and refused to let me clean up.
Aggressive, possessive, and territorial, he turned into a testosterone-driven man who exuded more masculinity than I’d ever seen. Like he turned into a wild animal that only understood carnal instincts. Or a caveman who only understood a few simple ideas like sex, food, and violence.
He looked out the window and didn’t touch me. His hand didn’t rest on mine like it usually would. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, probably thinking about all the aspects of his casino.
I was still nervous because I had no idea what I was getting myself into it. When Bosco told me I would always be safe at his side, I believed him. Even if someone wanted to take him out, they had very slim odds of success. But that didn’t defeat my anxiety. I brushed off my incident in the alleyway on the outside, but on the inside, it terrified me. The barrel of the gun had been pointed right between my eyes while the rope was bound around my wrists. It didn’t matter how hard I fought, there had been no escape. I’d always considered myself to be strong and quick, but when faced with four men, my skills were useless. It was the most humbling experience of my life—because I realized how weak I truly was. If Bosco hadn’t been there, I would have been trafficked until my family figured out how to rescue me.
My hand moved to his, and I held it, not for him, but for myself. Bosco was the only man who could have walked into that alleyway unarmed and made a demand. He was my superhero, and even though he wasn’t a good man, he was good to me.