Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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A private dance. Luciano. Luciano is touching me right now.
I stand still, not knowing what to say or do, my heart dropping to my feet. It seems my confidence gets left back on that diamond stage I danced on just seconds ago too - because I'm rid of any words progressing from my lips.
How do I give one of the most feared men there is an answer he will not like? We were told to dismiss private dances from anyone during or after our dances - but how can that simply apply to Luciano?
He's a man who seems like he won't take no for an answer. Not very much different to all the other men here, yet Luciano is different.
I glance quickly around the room. Where the hell are the guards?
I look back down to Luciano.
He scoffs with a laugh. "So is that a yes?"
Fuck no it is not you fucking idio-
"I don't give private dances." That's the most stupid thing I could have said, but I had to contain myself from saying what I really wanted to say. He looks to me with a raised eyebrow.
"No? I do pay my dancers quite well tesoro, I think you'll want to change that answer to a yes." He smirks at me and god do I feel pure disgust in my gut. This man doesn't deserve to live. He's disgusting. Who does he think he is?
I keep calm and don't let my expression give away what I really think of him right now. Stay calm Elodie. Maybe he'll leave you alone.
I give a small smile - though I know I shouldn't. "I can imagine you do, but really; I don't perform private dances at all."
The shadow of his grin is all that remains on his expression when his hand comes to grab my arm and pull me down closer to him. I let out a breathy gasp, shocked of the sudden action.
"Listen, bitch," His voice echoes in my ear as he lets his word flow from his filthy mouth right below me, "Do as I tell you - or your dismissal of my words can have you suffer a worse outcome. I'm sure that pussy is good for things other than twirling that fucking pole."
I feel my whole body tremble as if I'd just realised I'm walking on thin ice.
In tall fucking heels.
I can't believe what I've just heard.
I keep my eyes located anywhere but Luciano's while I process what he's just said to me. The threat he just made towards me. I'm smart enough to understand exactly what he meant by that threat, and my body stands frozen at the sheer thought.
"So, are you going to follow me, or not?" His voice is harsh now, daring me to say no.
The word tiptoes out through my lips before I can think for longer. "Yes."
Yes, the only option I have if I want to make it out of this club sane tonight - or just make it out as a whole.
I don't have to face him to see the smirk arrange on his lips. I notice from the corner of my eye, but I don't have the courage to even look at this man.
