Twisted Deal

Chapter 3

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Lisa 

  Matteo led me out to the car, his hand firm on my waist, guiding me like I was already his possession. He placed my luggage in the trunk with ease before opening the passenger door, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Get in, doll. We're going to my estate," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I climbed into the car, buckling in as he started the engine. The silence between us was thick, only broken by the low hum of the car as it moved down the road. I could feel his gaze on me, lingering for a moment before he turned his attention back to driving. The air was heavy with unspoken tension, a mix of fear and anticipation curling in the pit of my stomach.

Matteo drove through the bustling streets of Las Vegas, the city alive with energy even in the late afternoon. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows and bathing the city in a golden glow. Neon lights were already beginning to flicker on, their bright colors contrasting with the warm hues of the setting sun. The car glided past towering hotels, casinos, and crowds of tourists, the air thick with the promise of the night's excitement.

As we left the heart of the city, the road began to wind through quieter, more secluded areas. The vibrant energy of the Strip gave way to sprawling estates and gated communities, the opulence of wealth becoming more apparent with every mile. Palm trees lined the streets, their silhouettes swaying gently in the warm breeze.

Matteo's grip on the wheel was steady, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but I could feel the tension between us. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by the hum of the car and the occasional sound of the city fading into the distance.

"Feeling nervous, doll?" Matteo suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes... a little bit," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sensing my unease, he reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The warmth of his touch was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the power he held over me.

"That's normal, doll. It's a big change, going from your little apartment to my estate. But you have nothing to worry about. I'll take care of you," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

"In a good way or in the painful one?" I asked, trying to mask my fear with curiosity, my heart pounding in my chest.

He let out a low chuckle, his hand sliding up my thigh, his touch possessive yet somehow gentle. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and something else I couldn't quite name.

"In both ways, doll," he murmured, his voice dark and full of promise. "I'll take care of you in every way possible. I'll give you everything you need, everything you want. But I'll also do whatever I want with you, whenever I want. And if you misbehave, I'll punish you. I don't take kindly to disobedience."

The warmth of his hand on my thigh sends a jolt of anxiety through me. I've never been in this situation before—never had a man touch me like this, never been this close to someone so dangerously powerful. My thoughts race, and I can't help but wonder: What will he do to me when we're alone? Will he be gentle, or will he hurt me? The fear of the unknown mingles with a strange, unsettling curiosity, making my heart pound even harder.

I swallow, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. I've heard stories about men like Matteo, men who take what they want without asking, who don't care about the consequences. I've never been with anyone before, and the thought of him being my first is terrifying. Will he be patient, or will he see my inexperience as just another thing to control, another part of me to break?