SINFUL ALLIANCE

RED

There she was.

Dancing her heart out, eyes closed and lost in her own world, unaware of the predatory eyes all around her, including mine.

I licked my lips as I watched the hem of her red dress sliding up her smooth thighs, as if teasing and mocking the whole world.

Everyone who approached her was met with a polite no, however only I could see the little satisfactory smirk on those red lips that I would love to taste, clearly enjoying the power she was holding that night.

Such a sadist, I thought, chuckling while taking a sip from my whiskey, entranced by the way her hips were moving along the beat, and how from time to time, she would move her long brunette hair to one side, tilting her head, showing her backless back, as if showcasing everyone what they've been missing all along.

"Sir, have you decided on anyone?" The owner of the strip club asked me.

"That one," I nodded in her direction, watching as she denied one more admirer, giving her victorious smile disguised as sympathatic to the dejected boy, "I want her."

At any cost.

Right on the cue, as if sensing my determination, she opened her eyes and looked at me. Sparks flew all over, the moment our gaze locked, and a searing heat spread through my body, a feeling I had long ago prohibited to feel.

She checked me out for while, ensuring whether or not I- a billionaire and a Mafia leader- was even worth her time.

Doesn't matter, I thought, taking a sip from my glass. She'll be mine.

"Umm sir? Are you sure?" The owner's voice brought me back to the reality.

"You got problems?" I asked, without looking at him, my eyes too fixated on the cunning beauty, who was now flirting with a poor man, all while looking at me, as if to provoke the animal inside me.

"N-no sir! It's just that, it's j-just," he stopped mid-sentence, looking unsure as to how to say the next words, but after seeing the look I gave him, he finally uttered them. "Sir, it's ju-just that whoever chooses her, goes m-missing."

My head turned again to her, and as expected she was looking at me, putting the hands of man she was flirting on her waist, her lips formed into a smile, as if she knew that I knew her dirty secret. Then as if just to test me, she grabbed the collar of the man, taking both him and I in surprise, and put her lips on his.

Unlike the man, she didn't close her eyes at all. Infact, her eyes locked into mine.

She raised her eyebrow at me, as if asking 'are you up for this or not', a warning if being precise, to which I raised my glass at her, to announce:

'Bring it on.'

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Emily's POV:

"Mhmmm," I moaned against his hungry lips that were devouring me at an alarming rate.

While his lips were busy punishing me, apparently for kissing that guy back in the club-which I must admit was fun- his hands were freely roaming all over my body, touching every bit of my exposed skin, like he was marking every inch of my body with his scent.

"Not in the corridor," I whispered breathlessly, my back tightly pressed against one of the hallway walls of the hotel I don't really know the name of, not really wanting to stop though.

"Why not," he growled, slightly out of breath, as cold steel grey eyes looked down at me, "You were acting like a slut there, so better act like one now."

A shiver went down my legs hearing his voice. Deep, cold and authoritative. Just my type.

"I am not worried about me," I said biting my lips, my hands now under his tuxedo, busy exploring the six-or probably eight-packs, hidden by a white shirt underneath. "It's not me but you who's going to be slut in these corridors, darling."

With that, I grabbed his tie, rounding it along my fist, and yanked him forward taking him by complete surprise.

There was vividly a contrast between him and I. Be it the fact that he was, as I overheard the two people dancing beside me in the club, a world renowned Castiglione Mafia boss, when I simply was an independent assassin, or the dirty money he was probably floating into, compared to my daily struggle of financial survival, or the fact that there was a good height difference between us, me being 5'3 and even on heels could barely reach his shoulders. Everything was complete opposite.

So, when I tugged him forward, and bit his lower lip with force, and lowered my hands from his shirt to his pants- feeling smug at its evident tightness, and said, "Ready to be a whore or should we take this to the room?", his ego didn't take it well.

The moment I said that, I was flying in the air, which after a few seconds I realised was his shoulders.

"Hey!" I shouted, out of my seductive character, "Put me down!"

A smack landed on my ass, making me yelp in pain. It was not forceful, but painful enough for me to understand it's meaning.

Be silent.

Soon, we reached a room, 402, I mentally noted, and before I could comprehend anything, I was put down on the wooden floor.

The room was small, dark, and the only source of light coming inside was from the window.

I was so engrossed taking in the new environment, looking for any signs of danger, as well of emergency exists, when I heard a snap of fingers.

"Here."

I whipped my head in the direction of his voice and found him sitting at the edge of the bed, his legs apart while his hands resting on either side of him, all while staring at me intensely.

The sight of him was sinful, he was sinful. No one should be this beautiful yet at the same time imperturbable. He had removed his tuxedo and tie, which were lying next to me on the floor, and I could see a tattoo on his neck, going deep down inside that sinful body. I would love to bite that neck.

He made me wait, standing while shifting on my heels uncomfortably, his gaze challenging me to back down, and after a while, not able to withstand the dominating aura he was emitting, I eventually did lowered my gaze. Why this is hot?!

"Good girl," he said approvingly, his praise making me giddy for some reason. "Now, look at me."

I did, and even though it was dark, I could see him notice my flushed face as he smirked shamelessly.

"Feeling shy are we," he smirked, his words making me blush even further.

"Shut up," I mumbled.

"That's two minutes of punishment you just earned."

"Huh?" I asked, tilting my head, "What does that mean?"

"From now on, every wasteful word that isn't yes sir, please sir, coming out of that dirty mouth would earn you a one minute punishment. Understood?"

I looked at him to if he's really serious. And indeed, he was. There was no doubt in the way his eyes hardened while ruthlessly gazing my body that he meant each and every word of it.

Something warm pooled inside my stomach as my mind pondered all the tainted thoughts coming to my brain and I involuntarily began closing my legs, when I heard him.

"No. Leave them as it is."

I looked at him, biting my lips, "Yes sir."

His eyes glinted hearing those words, as he nodded at my submission.

"Good. Now strip."

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