❃ The Rich Man and His Fire Dancer ❃
"Dance for me like the bad girl you are, Nyra." Angelo circled me, stopping in front of me and looking up and down the belly dancing outfit I had on. No man has ever been this up close to me. They were forbidden...
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N Y R A ' S P O V:
"I-" I stammered, fuck, I was done. He knows and ugh! I just want to kill him too but I can't. "So are you going to explain, or stare at me all day?" He backed me up against the bathroom door and my tight grip on the hem of the t-shirt didn't seem to ease my racing heart. His eyes were cold yet held something I couldn't make out. It seemed as if he was delighted with me.
"I get it, tesoro, I'm absolutely sexy." He snickered, God, he was a narcissistic bastard. Pushing his chest didn't even make him stumble back a little. I kept trying to push myself past him but all that led to was Angelo grabbing both of my wrists and pinning them above my head. I couldn't help but go back to the event that happened less than five minutes ago.
My God, I loved the feeling of his firm hands roaming my body, his mouth on my neck, slowly trailing down to my breasts before he began to tease my nipple with his tongue. The wet feeling of his saliva coating my nipples made them stand for attention. I have never felt so aroused before.
I wanted him badly. He is an addiction, a very lethal one. From the slight smell of his cologne to his illicit touch, I was doomed. A sensation brewed inside of me as I stared back into his fierce blue eyes. I wanted to close them, his glare had always made an uncontrollable fire dance on my skin. For once, I felt vulnerable to fire.
"Mmm, I had you like this less than five minutes ago, seems like you enjoy it." His raspy voice echoed against my neck and I closed my eyes as I felt his hot breath run up the length of my neck. He was sinful, relentless, shameless and I desired to be his sweet sin. Angelo pressed a feathery kiss on my sweet spot, I sucked in a breath. "Tell me, tesoro, why did you do it?" He breathed out.
"I-" Panting heavily, Angelo continued travelling his kisses down, he pulled the shirt lower to reveal more of my exposed skin. He left his grip on my wrists and I instantly gripped onto the hem of the t-shirt. "You..." He continued, "I-" Travelling my hand up to the doorknob, I opened it and stuck my foot out, causing Angelo to trip and fall. "I'm sorry but I am not." I said apologetically.
Before Angelo could get up, I closed the door and legged it downstairs laughing to the front door. I was descending the last couple of stairs when I heard Angelo shout my name. Ignoring him, I rushed to the front of the door and swung it open. Without looking, I bumped into a firm chest.
Holy shit, he was hot. Hotter than Angelo? Just about. In fact, he looked similar but older. He was dressed formally, in black dress pants, a white shirt with the two top buttons undone where a silver cross laid flat against his ripped chest. Damn, he looked like a Dilf. Next to him was, I presume, his wife and my God, I'd probably fuck his wife too because she had a beautiful pair of eyes. They radiated a scent of richness and I could collapse anytime soon. The dilf held the woman possessively by his side.
"I'm sorry," I said intimidated, just as I was about to leave, another couple walked in and he was another dilf too, fuck me! A woman was also by his side who seemed to be shouting at him in French. "Angelo, cos'è questo? Un'altra puttana?" Dilf number one questioned? He just made it to my bad books.
(T: Angelo, who is this? Another whore?)
Tightening my fists, I looked at him with narrowed eyes, "Non sono una puttana! Stronzo!" I defended, it seemed to shock him and his wife looked at him before she slapped his hand. Angelo stood behind me, "Nyra!" He warned, I glared at him before I chucked his phone at his chest before he caught it. "I'm sorry, ma fille, he is stupid." Dilf number 1's wife said. She clasped my hands with hers and smiled. She seems nice.
(T: I am not a whore! Asshole!)
"Great one, Shira." Dilf number two said, laughing out loud before he received a death glare from Dilf number one. "What's your name, ma fille?" The other woman asked, I stared a bit too long at her since she was magnificent. I don't think I have seen such beautiful women in Manhattan before.
"I, um. My name is Nyra. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand out but she refused, I felt a heat of embarrassment tingle on my cheeks, however, her arms had wrapped around me and I was shocked. My heart was beating so fast, I was almost scared it would come out.
"I'm Abella and this is my husband, Dante." I smiled, "He's a bit useless," Dilf number two, Dante, frowned, "I'm not useless and you know it, " He winked, containing my laughter, I was so confused why I was being introduced? Shouldn't I leave? Oh shit, I wasn't even dressed properly.
"That's my older sister, Shira and her husband, Valerius." I smiled again. "Angelo! My baby!" Abella was smothering kisses all around Angelo's face in which he tried to pull away. "Zietta! You're strangling me!" He said, Dante, smacked a palm on his head and whispered something under his breath.
"I haven't seen you for a very long time. Aww, my baby is all grown up." Abella stifled a cry and Shira laughed, "Abella, let my pasticcino go." Pastry? I looked at Angelo and he scratched the back of his neck. Cute.
"Well, I should get going. It was nice meeting you all." I said splitting my hair into two parts and placing them in front so that my nipples weren't on full show. "No, ma fille, have breakfast with us. You don't look too well." Before I could refuse, Abella continued, "Angelo! Go show Nyra the bathroom and give her something warm to wear." Abella kissed me on the forehead and Angelo nodded before taking me back upstairs.
As soon as we got back into the bedroom, Angelo shut the door and began taking out a clean hoodie and jogger. "You have a choice Nyra." He started. I look at the fluffy carpet, not wanting to stare into his cold eyes but he forced my chin up and I had no choice to look at his blue eyes.
"What choice?" I questioned, I am scared that he will be an obstacle in my mission and if he is, I am fucked. "Either you live here with me and be mine or I'll send this evidence to the police and have you rot in jail." I gulped, "I wouldn't want such a pretty tesoro to rot in jail." He whispers.
He's got me in a position on the board where I only have one direction to choose from. I am vulnerable and he knows it. "What's it going to be, tesoro?" He smirks, "I'll do it." I said, focusing on my goal. "I'll stay with you." He lingers a long peck on my sweet spot before whispering into my ear, "Smart girl."
I signed my soul to the devil but he doesn't know that I am the queen and I can move in any direction to get to my goal.
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