STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

.57. Alisa

. . .

Leyla

After what happened in the bathtub, I realized I was still shaking with need. My clit was swollen, my hand eager to rub the ache away.

I looked at the locked door of my room. Fabiano had given me privacy to change.

I looked at the beautiful red dress he had given me before leaving. It was a long red dress, it's material shimmery and soft.

I sat down on the bed, my fingers brushing on my thigh. I looked at the marks Giovanni had left on my inner thighs.

I brushed my fingers on them, feeling myself throb as they pained.

I laid on the bed, spreading my thighs just a little, as I snaked my hand inside my panties. A little touch couldn't hurt. How would they even know if I came?

I rubbed my clit. The stimulation felt so good after the torturous vibrator.

I closed my eyes, biting my lip to keep the noises in.

I imagined them - watching me as I touched myself. I imagined the fire in Giovanni's eyes and the ice in Fabiano's eyes. I imagined them standing there, tall and powerful, watching me half naked on the bed.

I came with a sharp gasp.

My thighs trembled as I squeezed them together, rubbing myself till my orgasm was over.

I lay there, taking a deep breath.

I touched my ass gently, hissing at the sting. Fabiano has applied something to quite the sting but it was still there.

I changed quickly. The anticipation and... Fear of what I had done settling in. What would they do if they find out?

My ass was throbbing already. They could not spank me more, could they?

Possibly.

Probably.

I cursed at myself as I did my makeup, and then cursed more when my mascara decided to end. Then cursed a little more when I used my eyelash curler.

I cursed a lot. When Astrid was younger she used to think curses were magic spells for makeup. Gabriella must have had something to do with it. I obviously was the witch who used the magic spells. Father had lost his shit for that one.

I stepped into a different pair of shoes, looking at myself in the mirror one last time. My curls were not frizzy much, thanks to the number of things I had applied after bath while Fabiano watched, fascinated by how I managed to tame my hand.

He had looked almost cute, sitting there as he watched me, pointing at bottles to ask which one was which and with what purpose.

I smiled and then I wiped that smile away. He wasn't going to be cute when he'd find out I came without permission. If he found out.

If.

I had a feeling they'd find out.

Cursing myself one last time, I walked out of the room.

They were both in the living room, talking about something. They paused their conversation, looking up at ne.

"You look beautiful, Leyla." Giovanni walked closer, kissing my cheeks. I briefly wondered why he never kissed my lips when Fabiano did.

Fabiano pecked my lips. "Red was made for you," he muttered against my lips. "Let's go."

We walled into the lift and were soon enough walking out of it in the garage. We sat in a limousine, me wincing as I sat down.

Fabiano watched me, eyes flickering all over me and then stopping at my thighs. "Pull your dress up."

"W-what?"

"Don't make me ask twice."

I pulled my dress up toll my waist, giving him and Giovanni a view of my panties.

I realized it too late.

Fabiano had picked out white lacy panties for me to wear. I had orgasmed while wearing them to I had to change. I had worn black panties after that.

Giovanni took a sip of his drink, chuckling. "You are in so much trouble, little girl."

. . .

Alisa Sokolov was a tall woman with an unsmiling face and pretty blue eyes. She glanced at me briefly, nodding in acknowledgement, before she started speaking in what sounded like Italian. She knew Italian.

The other man was Nikolai, the man who had seen in the Creed's wedding. He was terrifying with his neck filled with scars and one scar travelling from the corner of his right eye to the base of his jaw, an almost straight line, his black hair cut long. He didn't talk. He just looked around. But I could tell he was listening to every word.

I was sitting between Fabiano and Giovanni, looking around as I ate my dinner, wishing I knew how to speak Italian.

"What about it?" Alisa said in English. "The woman you claim you own. She was promised to Cassian. We can handle Camorra but Testa is proving to be a pain in the ass. I need access to your territory if I want to hunt him down."

"No," Fabiano said. "You are allowed in a restaurant. Be happy."

She sighed. "I can find him."

"You can't," Giovanni said. "If this dinner was meant to be just this, we are leaving."

"We have peace."

"Peace, yes. We have an agreement to not fuck each other over, yes. But that is not friendship, Alisa. You're not going to do anything in our territory. I find you doing anything, I will kill you," Fabiano said.

I will kl you.

He had thrown that threat into his words so easily.

Alisa sighed. "Okay..." She drummed her fingers on the table. "Is Livy-"

"Call her yourself," muttered Giovanni as he stood up. "We're leaving. Come on, darling."

. . .