Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

22. Driving with Stil

Kittys Perspective

We say goodbye to Sophia. Sylus offers me his arm like a gentleman. "It would be my pleasure, my lady." And stunned I take it like a fool that I am. He leads me out of the atelier. I was wondering how we would get to the ball on his motorbike without ruining everything that Monica und Sophia did for me, as I see Luke and Kieran leaning against an extravagant Limousine. My mouth drops open in surprise.

"Wow, Miss. You look beautiful. Boss, you are a lucky bastard!" Luke walks towards me, about to touch my arm to greet me as Sylus glares at him with a dangerous look in his eyes. His hand freezes midway. "Ähm... Never mind. I am going to bring Lily home. Kieran will drive you both to the location of the charity ball. Mephisto is already on his way to observe the situation." Did Sylus just claim me, with one single look?

"Thanks, Luke. That's really sweet of you." I smile and flirt with the young boy a little to tease his boss. Hopefully, he doesn't have to take the consequences. Suddenly, I feel the touch of Sylus palm on my hand on his arm. Luke notices that the situation might get dangerous for him and waves awkwardly to say goodbye, turning to the motorbike and leaving as fast as he manages. "Poor guy..." I mumble and look up at Sylus, who stares at me possessively.

In the meantime, Kieran opens the door of the car to let us in. I try my best in high heels to climb into the limousine without stumbling over my feet and ruining the outfit. "Damn Heels..." I curse as I hear the deep chuckle of Sylus behind me. "Don't worry, kitten. I've got you." Sylus holds out his hand to help me keep my balance.

My face turns up to look at Sylus, he's looking like a damn prince, but not out of a fairy tale. With his scarlet eyes that pierce through my soul, he reminds me more of the vampire king from his bedtime story. I bet that picture will haunt my dreams tonight. "Uhm... Thanks..." I grab his hand and climb into my seat, smiling to Kieran who sits on the driver seat.

A moment later, Sylus slides into the seat next to me, his eyes roaming over my body once again. "You look... absolutely stunning. Are you ready, kitten?" No... Not really... But it's too late to back out now after he spend a fortune on my looks. "Yeah... I guess."

"Kieran, did you get the package I told you about?" Sylus asks the one twin driving the car as he watches my every movement. "Yes Boss, it's in the door on your side of the car!" Sylus reaches besides him, and I gasp in shock as he casually and without warning slips his fingers under the fabric of my dress, fumbling on my inner thighs.

By his light touch I am reminded that currently I am wearing nothing but the dress. No bra. No panties. And we are not alone. My pussy tightens in anticipation of his touch. Well hell. "Sylus! What the hell...?" I start cursing, but then I feel how Sylus fixes a strap on my thigh. "Safety first." He murmurs, his fingers lingering on my skin for a moment before pulling back to reveal the new gun in its holder. Sylus chuckles with an innocent grin on his face as he takes in my flustered expression.

I glare at Sylus. Idiot! Why did he stop. Wait... what? "Am I your secret armory for the ball or what? What kind of business have we to attend to which requires a gun on my thigh? I hope for you that its nothing illegal...!" I am highly aware of the gun which is strapped to my thigh und of the heat his fingers left behind on my skin.

Sylus just chuckles at my question. "Kitty, you know me. I only deal in legal... 'business'." Emphasizing the word 'legal' with a wink, Sylus hints that his definition of 'legal' might be a bit flexible. "And the gun is just a precaution. Can never be too careful, especially at these kinds of events."

His finger reaches out to trail lightly along my collarbone, causing shivers running down my spine and goosebumps to raise.

"The ball we're attending tonight is being hosted by a very influential, very wealthy, and very shady businessman, Mr. Moriarty. He has a reputation for being ruthless in business and... other matters. I have reason to believe that he may be involved in some... less than legal activities in the background. So, while the ball will be full of the elite of the N109 Zone, we have to be prepared for any surprises he might have up his sleeve... Not to mention the other guests who may have their own agendas or... let's say, less than honest intentions, attending the event."