The Chains: Temptations

22 - Deal or No Deal?

Also a PSA! I will be changing "Madelyn's"(the FMC)  into the name into "Mara". Simply because I don't like the name Madelyn anymore and it doesn't fit the story. And to note that the previous chapters have been altered, so RIP Mads x

MARA

Being in the same room with the same animal I saw almost kill (again but almost) the innocent man in the ring. He had all types of marks on his face now that are practically tattooed to him. How can someone kill another in cold blood and act so natural afterwards? Sure it is a game but seriously, someone could have died!

But he wasn't suppose to be that hard on him, surely? I've read about stuff on the boxing sport like this, or maybe they do it differently over here perhaps.

That was all after he stopped giving me eye contact in the crowd. He could look at any other girl in the arena, those girls in nothing but a bikini waving around signs in the ring. One of them even tried to get Nico's attention by shaking their butt, however they miserably failed because Nico just had his hard amber gaze on me.

And now he's asking me to give myself to him? I thought I already am? I already live in his house and stay there like i'm somewhat trapped in a box. I mean Nico isn't holding me hostage, it's not like how I was trapped in that hell house. Nico just wouldn't let me out of the house by myself.

Chills run down my spine as I just jump back to see what's in front of me.

I let out something without realising the dangers of it. Procrastinating shouldn't my best solution for everything.

"No wait!" I exclaim and get a good grip of Nico's arm so he'll hear me out.

Instead of me pull him into me, he uses his force and pull me into him with an electricity hindering in between us.

"What is it, baby?" He plants hime hands on my hips, stoking the material of my jeans.
As I struggle to form out a breath, a smirk spills all over his lips.

God! Get it together!

"If you want me to-" Nico immediately sighs which make the pressure in my heart in immense even more.

"Fuck Mara, it's all your say. Not mine." He aggressively sighs and firms his grips onto my curves.

This offer is a lot to think about, but I'll have to ask him what's included in it.

"I want your mind and body. All of it bela." He breaths out as he fiddling with the waistband of my panties under my jeans.

Lord give me strength.

"Will there be pleasures?" The question launches out of my mouth so suddenly.

Nothing but a smug smirk is written on his face.
He gives me no reply so I take it as a yes.

I need to make a decision quick. Nothing bad could happen right?

I release a huff against his neck.

"Can...I have more time to think about it?" I gather up.
He gets a hold of my chin and shoots my head up from glaring down at the floor.
"Speak clearly, Mara. And look at me."

"I need to think about it." I say with the lack of  stuttering this time around.

He backs away from me and grabs his keys and marches to the door.
"Let's go." He commands. All of a sudden he's back to his cold self.

Strange.

I chase after him, barely keeping up as he strolls as the keys jingle in his grasp to God knows where. He doesn't even spare me a single glance.

We're coming out of the building, underground. Nico opens one side of the large panel doors that are slower enough to close back which allows me to walk through them without touching them.

Blow and behold, cars in various sizes, colours and shapes parked alongside each other. Definitely pricey.

He walks closer this car, I follow. A black glossy car with matching black dusted windows, and I examine the mysterious car further, look down to see the number plate labelled with Adem De Luca.

Hmm..
De Luca is Nico's last name but who's Adem? A Turkish spelling too.

Adem is Nico. Got it. Why not name it Nico De Luca?

I shake my head to stop focusing on the stuff that doesn't matter to me.

He gets in, I get in.
I crawl into this spine-chilling vehicle, as my skin touches the leather of the seats it feels like fire has set onto hell.

The interior, all black. A black cold heart. Maybe it's symbolism linked to Nico?
I need to stop these rude thoughts in my head.

As Nico rattles and crams his key into hole below the wheel with absolute fury and force, the car makes a loud roar which makes him jump up on my seat which also gives Nico the opportunity to finally spare me a glance since he backed away from me.

It's as if his rusted tanned eyes are knifing me into oblivion.

He starts to drive, I watch his every move like a hawk. He's griping his one hand on the steering wheel covering the silver horse logo carved into it.

Before I know it, he takes his free hand and possesses my thigh to stop it from shuddering any longer. Thighs that I didn't know were shuddering up and down in the first place.

Darnit, I hate it when my nerves kick in.

Nico says nothing at all like usual, just looks straight ahead, focusing on the road. Although I makes me slightly more comfortable that he's not aiming for us to die.

"I heard that you and your family is apart of a Ma...Mafia?" There goes my mouth again. I find it hard to structure that last word, I've never heard of it.

Nico clicks his tongue side to side, louder enough for me to hear it.
"You shouldn't listen to gossip, Mara." He says absurdly.

"Well it's kind of hard not to hear when everyone sat around me in that arena were talking about you as soon blood gushed out of your poor opponent." It was true. The phrases ran through the crowds, "Black Jack is apart of the Sicilian Mafia."

It was all I heard.

"What did the critter next to you who you let grip his hands on you say? Huh?" His question sounded a little salty.

Oh right Tommy. He kept touching me and touching me and I had to, "I asked Doug If I could switch seats with him after if you were wondering." My thoughts speak out loud.

Nico and me meet eyes. We hold each others until he speaks. "Next time he or anyone else touches you, I want you to show them how you don't like it, not tell." His grip stiffens on my thigh and his hand gradually goes up it which increases the pressure in my lungs making me breathless. "You're only mine to touch."

His to touch? "Only if I agree."I breathe out

"Ah. Bela." He chuckles under his breath while looking in the distance in front, his hand moves up my inner thigh, stoking it as his other wraps to adjusts to the rims of the wheel.

"I know you want me. Crave me even. You can't hide the truth from me Mara. You can deny keep denying it but I see the way you lose your ability to breath when I step closer to you. Or the way your thighs are squirming under my fingers say otherwise," We meet eye contact as he grins and taps his fingers on my thigh, mocking me almost.

And yet again my legs are vibrating and I can't stop it.

I act quick to cross my arms.

What is this man doing to me? I have to stop reciprocating.

"I know all." I feel my cheeks gleam crimson because I feel nothing but guilt hiding my lies and filling his head with nothing but lies.

"Deal or no deal?" He speaks again.

I look up at him as I just know that I want to feel him watch me or physically feel me.
"If I agree will you teach me?"

His expression feels so toneless, so blank.

But eventually nods which earns him a smile.