Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 3: A night with the devil

I don't know what came over me, sitting next to this sinfully attractive and commanding man who insisted I come home with him. Yet here I am, lounging on his long couch, half-listening to their conversation about shipments, murders, money, and business deals- topics that barely hold my interest.

Not anymore.

But as far as I know, he's some sort of gang leader, a man with immense power. Still, I doubt he holds the same level of influence my father did, or what I was supposed to inherit.

The only reason I'm sitting here like a well-behaved pet with this god of a man is that he exudes sexiness, wealth, and the potential for a quick payout. Maybe I could swipe some cash after a night with him, then slip back into obscurity as if none of this ever happened.

After finishing his conversation with his men, we headed to his sleek black-and-red Ferrari and drove to an exclusive hotel called SUITES.

The ride was mostly silent, but now and then, I'd catch him watching me with those dark, lewd eyes, or I'd realize I was staring at him like a lost child.

It's hard not to when he looks like a living Greek god. He's undeniably sexy, so handsome that it's almost surreal as if someone like him shouldn't exist.

Now, we're inside the hotel room. The door clicks shut behind us, and without a moment's hesitation, I dart over to the glass window.

My eyes take in the lavish room with its breathtaking view of the illuminated city below. The cars look tiny from this height, and the sight of it all ignites a rush of excitement within me.

It's been a while since I've been anywhere like this.

Ever since I ran, luxury has hardly ever been my friend.

Sighing, I turn to look at the giant, mysterious man standing at the closed door observing me with dark, lustrous, and somewhat possessive eyes, his bottom lip held firmly between his teeth seductively.

"Shall we get this over with..." I begin, my voice steady and confident, though he somehow makes me feel nervous and even a bit shy. I do my best to mask my vulnerability, turning my full attention back to the strikingly handsome man.

But before I can finish, he cuts me off with a soft "shush," lifting his index finger to his pink, juicy lips.

The gesture makes me furrow my brows in confusion, but I can't deny the curiosity it sparks. Not that I mind, he could do whatever he likes with me, and I wouldn't protest.

God, he looks even more handsome in the brilliant light than he did in the dimly lit nightclub, where the shadows barely hinted at the beauty within.

I cannot lie and not say I did not feel a pool of liquid unfold inside my underwear when the bright light finally hit him after leaving the dark room at the nightclub because it did, and I know I was not going to regret ever coming here with him.

His dark eyes grow even more intense as they slowly scan me up and down, taking in every inch- every curve, every muscle, every inch of exposed and hidden skin.

He tilts his head slightly to the side, making me feel small, fragile, and completely exposed.

"Dio tesoro..." he murmurs in a deep, guttural voice before sharply inhaling, as if the sight of me has stolen his breath.

His tongue flicks across his lips in a way that sends a shiver through me.

His gaze locks onto me, unwavering, as though he's incapable of tearing his eyes away. The intensity of it stirs something deep inside me, making my heart skip a beat and my stomach flutters with a mix of excitement and anxiety I've never felt with anyone else.