𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 (𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆)

12

The Bride
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I can feel my breath quickening as his hand tightens around my hip, the pressure almost sending a jolt of pain through me.

His lips are still lingering close to my ear, gently brushing against my skin with every new command he whispers to me.

If this were to be anyone else I would find myself turned on, but since the man pressed against me is none other than Mateo Rossi, I can't help but hold in a gag.

"I told you we have guests over," he whispers softly into my ear, sending shivers that I hope he doesn't notice.

If only there weren't so many people here. It would've been a perfect opportunity to stab him in the thigh and make a run for it.

He continues swaying to the music along with me and I can't help but think that if this were to be anyone else, I would've enjoyed it.

"You're going to walk up to Sofia, tell her you're leaving with me, and that I expect to see her sober tomorrow at breakfast," his voice is soft and thick as he instructs me to my actions.

"Same goes for your other friend," he says and then lets me go to speak to my friend.

She had her eyes on Rossi, but she was still dancing, trying to act normal about the situation.

I tell her exactly what he told me and she squeezes my hand in protection as I nod, making her let me go.

She shoots a glare at Rossi, her eyes narrowing in disapproval.

In response, he rolls his eyes before gently placing his palm on the small of my back, guiding me away from the bustling atmosphere of the club.

We were halfway to the car before I used all my force to push him against the nearby wall and pin a dagger to his neck.

"Maybe you won't be making it to the dinner after all." I tilt my head.

"Oh spare me for fucks sake," he rolls his eyes before snatching the small knife from my hand and dropping it on the ground.

What the fuck?

This never happened before. This always worked as a way to capture him. Why hasn't it worked now?

He then proceeds to throw me over the shoulder, making me gasp in shock at the tables turning in less than a few seconds.

"Let go of me or I'll scream!" I shriek, suddenly feeling hopeless.

"And then what?" He once again caught me off guard as he stopped in his tracks.

And then what?

What after the scream? Someone would rush over, and an innocent life would end.

He accepted my silence as an answer and continued walking towards the vehicle.

"I hope you feel bad knowing the fact that I was having fun for the first time in a while."

"I don't," his answer is short, but it doesn't help with the gritting of my teeth.

My eyes dart up at him as I let out a frustrated grunt.

He throws me into the backseat before entering himself letting the driver know to go home.

"You are insufferable," he says and my eyes widen.

"I am the insufferable one. Well thank you for the compliment, but I am not a mirror." I say with a scoff and roll my eyes in disbelief at what just came out of his mouth.

"Yes, you are." He says, his whole body turning to me.

"I lost twenty guards and three housemaids in less than a month because of you." He spits out and my eyes narrow in confusion.