My Devil

His fingers traced my opening sending tiny goosebumps through my core and into my stomach as his green eyes stared into mine looking for any resolution that this wasn't something I wanted.

"Babygirl. One last chance to make a run for it.Once we start I don't think I'll be able to stop " he whispered into my ear as his tongue traced my earlobe and his fingers caressed the tiny bundle of nerves on my pu.ssy.

A sound but between a whimper and a moan escaped my lips and my fate was sealed. He coated his long fingers with my juices and before I could make a sound.

"Ohh Babygirl." he hushed with a devious smirk cascading across his lips as he bit his bottom lip. I couldn't help the maroon shade that enveloped my pale skin.

" Your pussy feels so tight against me, there no way I could fit inside you right now" I felt my pussy pulsate around his fingers as he began to move them in and out of my pussy.

" Ple-Please make me fin--OH MY GOD" I screamed as his pace picked up and his fingers were pumping inside of me with fast and hard movements while his other hand circled the bundle of nerves on my clit"

" what was that? Babygirl" his husky voice filled the room with tension and his movements slowed and came to a stop.

Biting my lip and looking up at him, "Come, on babygirl, I won't continue until you tell me what you want." I shuttered at the power of his command and my body squirmed under his.

" Please make me cum for you." I begged him and then he took that sweet tongue of his and circled my clit as he pumped inside of me while his other hand pinched my pink nipples.

He licked up every ounce of me as I finished in his mouth " Goodgirl but next time I won't ask twice." he looked at me with a stern look.

Confused. Yeah, I just met this man a few hours ago when I decided to go hit my favorite club, 'Manic'. Its one of the few places my dad would never go searching for his prodigal daughter.

" Okay. I promise." I smiled sweetly

I didn't really understand what was going on, but now that the hot and bothered feel was gone, I was scared as hell.Why did this man think this was a more than one night event and why did his body scream power and wealth?

"Sweetheart, why don't you get some rest we have a long day tomorrow and I think your going to need it."

"What the fuck do you mean by that? " I looked up at him searching for my belongings from my phone to the dress I know I came in wearing.

Thats when I saw it. The reason that his body screamed wealth and power is because he is the walking fucking definition of power. The green eyes and dark black hair, mixed with his pale skin and "the rock" like build, this was Domenico Martelli.

Thats all I remember before I blacked out, an overwhelming amount of fear exuding out of my body, because Domenico was my fathers most hated and feared enemy and I walked into his arms.

I woke up to the smell of arabica coffee and overwhelming annoying sound of a beeping going off. Annoyed by this fucking beeping going off every second,I try to rollover on to my right side when a stabbing sensation pulls through my arm.

"WHAT THE FUCK" I screamed. Looking down at my arm, there was blood spilling out of my arm and I realized I was in the hospital.Domenico sitting on a chair next to my bed, glaring into my soul. " Nurse! Her IV popped out and she's bleeding."

I blacked out. Why was I in a hospital with him of all people, if he was smart he would have used me as leverage.

"Bellissima, I need you to wake up, please. Ill explain everything. " I knew that voice. It had been awhile since I heard him this calm, but my dad voice was smooth like whiskey and soothing.

I finally lost it. Domenico probably killed me and my stupid brain was playing the sound of my dads voice, something I would never hear again.

" Da- Dad? what's going on? why are you with him?" I tried to sound commanding but all my statements came out as questions.

Domenico smiled, actually fu.cking smiled, I can't say I didn't love it but it was warming and safe but sexy as hell. "I think the gig is up, we should come clean and tell her the truth." Domenico looks at my father with arms crossed over his hardass pecks.

"Bellissima, Domenico is the man your meant to marry, you have an arranged marriage with him through his parents and I" Domenico came up and rubbed my hand as a took in the words my father just told me.