His breathing is even, controlled as he watches the tremble of my body. My back arches and my whimpers echo around us. When he first walked in, he ordered me to be quiet, so I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Another swish and my skin tingles and burns. The heat coursing through my veins and the thud of my heart against my ribcage send my mind into the abyss of pleasure.
Again, another lick of pain, hinting at the release that’s coiling deep in my belly. The ache, the delicious need inside to find euphoria. I can no longer be still, and the gentle plea that falls from my lips is brash in the stillness of the room.
He doesn’t move for a long while. I can feel him shift. The heat of his body is against mine with a swift movement. His lips whisper against my ear, “I’m going to take you now. I’ll fuck your tight cunt. It won’t be gentle or loving. It won’t make you moan and plead yes. It will make tears fall from your eyes. You’ll hate every minute I’m inside you. But you’ll crave it every day. I’m going to make you scream, and when I’m done, you’ll hurt. Collared. Bound. Mine. All mine.”
The vow. The promise. The pledge.
I can only respond with the words I want to use.
“Yes, Sir.”
Jolting up right,my eyes snap open and I glance around, realizing I’m in my bedroom and not kneeling for the man who’s been taunting my every waking thought. I think back to two nights ago with a small smile on my lips.
When Franco requested to speak to me, I led him over to one of the booths and we settled in the plush black suede seats. It’s then that he offered me something I knew I couldn’t refuse. He told me curtly what he wanted and expected of me. He also picked my brain, like he could read my every thought.
I explained about how unhappy I am working for Andrea and the future I want for myself, and in those few short moments, I wanted everything he had to offer. I was hooked. I didn’t ask him to give my panties back. I didn’t even question what he was going to do with them, but the thought made me smile. Then he left me with an envelope, sleek and stylish with the letter M in a swirled script. He ordered me to open it when I was alone in my room, which I obeyed.
When I got home that night, I made my way to my bedroom without so much as a glance around and ripped open the note. One page. Five simple rules. And the amount he’s willing to pay.
Like anything else,this is a job offer. I’m offering you a position as my personal assistant. There will be a formal contract for you to sign with terms and conditions. This is only an invitation to accept the job offer set out for you. As my personal assistant, you’ll work solely for me and my family.
You will not receive a salary. You’ll receive a lump sum for your time. It is a six-month contract, which once it’s run its course, you’ll leave the mansion with your belongings as well as a healthy bank account.
It is important you know what you’re getting into. Should you have any questions, you’re welcome to send them to me. Alternatively, you’ll send me a text message to the number at the bottom of this card to confirm you accept. You have forty-eight hours to think this through. Any later than that, the offer is moot.
The job is yours. Freedom is yours. The question is—how much are you willing to pay?
There are rules you will need to obey. There will be a non-disclosure agreement to sign. My family is connected throughout this country, as well as our home in Italy. You won’t be in any danger, but you need to understand that there is always danger surrounding us.
Firstly, you’ll move out of your home you’re currently residing in and you will be given a suite in the mansion where you will live for the duration of your contract. This is non-negotiable. Obey my rules, and you’ll find freedom.
Rule 1.Obey every order. No deviating.
Rule 2. Do not question me. Ever.
Rule 3. There will be punishments, harsh ones.
Rule 4. Once you sign, you’ll be property of the Morettis.
Rule 5. Relinquish all control over to me. I will own you.
$1,000, 000 will be transferred to your bank account. If I receive your message and you agree, you’ll get a text message from me with your first instruction. Disobey and this ends here and you’ll never see me again.
Last night,I sent him a message as instructed for my acceptance of his contract. Hence my email to my brother this morning with my resignation attached. It might be stupid to do this, but something about this man, his offer, and everything he’s capable of draws me in. He’s a hunter and I’m the prey caught in his feral jaws.
As I sip my coffee, I wonder what will happen once Andrea reads my email. There’ll be hell to pay, but to be free of him is something I’ve prayed for. To have security, but to be able to continue my studies, is a dream come true. Franco is offering that to me. And I want it. I want him.
“Hey, chickadee.” Spinning around, I find my best friend with her sweet smile watching me intently. “Care to tell me about the mystery man you’ve been daydreaming about these past few days? Is it the one from the bar undressing you with his eyes two nights ago?” she quips, her hip resting on the kitchen counter as she sips her coffee.
“In all honesty, there’s nothing to tell, yet. All he did was offer me a job.” I shrug, hoping she’ll drop it because I don’t want to talk about it. Not that there’s much to say because I don’t know what exactly is in store for me.
“A job, wow,” she murmurs, watching me with dark eyes. “Come on, I know you’re hiding shit.” She pouts and I can’t help giggling. There’s no way I can tell her what he made me do. Or that he still has a pair of my sexiest panties in his possession.
“It’s my first day, and at this stage I have no idea what to expect. He gave me an idea of what I’ll be doing, but he also said I will need to live on the property.” I gulp the last of my coffee and place the mug in the sink.
“Why would you need to live there?” Her question is something I’ve been wondering for two days. The longest forty-eight hours of my life. Hopefully, I’ll have my answers soon enough.
“Once I know, you’ll know,” I remark with a shrug.