Twisted Deal

Chapter 2

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Lisa Amare

The drive to my apartment feels surreal, a blur of city lights and the low hum of the engine. Matteo's presence beside me is a constant reminder of the change that's about to consume my life. His hand rests possessively on my thigh, his fingers tracing small, deliberate circles that send shivers up my spine.

I try to focus on the passing scenery, anything to distract myself from the weight of the situation. Each streetlight that flickers by feels like a countdown to the moment when I will no longer have control over my own fate. Matteo's touch is both reassuring and suffocating, a cruel reminder of his power over me.

Matteo's grip tightens slightly, and I feel the heat of his hand seeping through my thin dress. The contact is a mix of comfort and ownership, a reminder that I am his possession now. I glance sideways at him, trying to read his expression, but his face remains impassive.

"Don't think too much, doll," he says, his voice a low murmur. The way he addresses me, with that casual possessiveness, sends a chill through me.

"I'm fine," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel. My voice, however, betrays a hint of uncertainty.

Matteo's gaze sharpens as I speak. "You may be saying you're fine, but your body says otherwise. I can feel your tension, doll. You're nervous."

I swallow hard, trying to steady my racing heart. "Can I put on some music?"

His expression shifts, a cold, cruel edge appearing in his eyes. My request seems to irritate him. "No, doll. You don't ask me for permission. You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. And I didn't say you could turn on the music."

The finality in his tone leaves no room for negotiation. I feel his grip on my thigh tighten, a stark reminder of his control over me. His touch is possessive, and despite my attempt to remain composed, I can't ignore how my body reacts.

I glance at Matteo, my fear rising with every passing second. "I can't ask you for anything?" My voice trembles, betraying the anxiety coursing through me.

Matteo's gaze remains unyielding, his demeanor a mix of dominance and irritation. "No, doll. Not until you've earned that right. I set the rules here, and your place is to follow them."

I nod, trying to suppress the overwhelming sense of dread. Matteo's control is absolute, and I'm acutely aware of my position. The silence between us is heavy, each second a reminder of the strict hierarchy he has imposed. I feel the weight of his power and the reality of my new life pressing down on me.

As the car continues its journey, I try to focus on the distant comfort of my apartment, clinging to the hope that once I gather my belongings, I might find some semblance of normalcy. But Matteo's presence, his unwavering authority, and the suffocating silence make it clear that there's no escape from this new reality.

Matteo's hand remains on my thigh, the warmth of his touch a constant reminder of his presence. I try to focus on steadying my breath, grappling with the reality of being entirely under his control.

Matteo's eyes darken with authority. "No, doll. You don't have the privilege to ask me for anything. You do what I tell you to do. You're mine now, and that means you obey my every command." His grip on my thigh tightens, a relentless reminder of his dominance.

I glance at him, anxiety rising. "What if I need to use the bathroom?"

His amusement is palpable. "Then you wait until I say you can go. You're not to leave my sight, not even for a moment. I'm the one in control here, doll."