Libellula

Chapter 6: Keep Your Hands to Yourself

Chapter 6: Keep Your Hands to Yourself

I thank an older woman as she places food on my plate with a smile. My attention shifts to the warm hand that grazes my thigh and I turn my head to face Leone.

"Get your hand off me." I grit between my teeth.

He ignores me, and I feel his hand slowly glide up higher. I suck in a large breath and watch his face shift into a grin.

It leaves a trail of heat behind it and I place my hand over his, stopping his movement.

"I told you to get your hand off me." I watch his face drift over to mine and raise an eyebrow, "I don't know what you're talking about tesorina mia."

I glance down at his hand in my lap and scoff, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

He gives me a knowing smirk and removes his hand, "Aren't you going to eat?"

I look towards my plate and feel my stomach grumble, "Are you sure it's not poisoned?"

To prove me wrong, he cuts up one of my eggs and picks it up on his fork, shoving it painfully slow into his mouth before licking the fork. I watch with wide eyes, "You fucking asshole, that was my egg."

"You didn't seem to make a move to eat it." He states obviously.

"Oh really?" I mimic what he did, picking up piece of an egg and putting it into my mouth. Making sure to look at him when I lick the fork seductively. He watches my mouth and lets out a quiet groan.

I give him my victory smirk and finish the rest of the food, as he watches. This usually would be awkward, but I'm having a lot of fun with it. I already know that he's really turned on.

After I finish my food, I stand up and begin to walk back towards my room when I feel a hand wrap around my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" Leone asks in a raspy voice.

"My room." I rip my arm from his grasp and continue walking, ignoring his stare on my back. I don't like when people think that they can just boss me around. Like bitch, I'm going to ride my invisible pony over the rainbow, where the hell do you think I'm going?

None of your damn business Leone.

I think back to him trapping me again the wall in the bathroom and feel my stomach do summersaults. No, stop thinking about him. He's an asshole.

I walk into my room and lock the door. Time for an escape plan. My mind wonders to where I saw doorways to the outside. I saw one by the kitchen, but that one might be too easy. Too expecting. I'm betting that there's at least three guards for that specific doorway. I need weapons.

I do a mental face palm when I realize that I have no idea where I even am. I need more information on this place before I can come up with a good escape. I walk out of my room quietly and look around, taking note of the surveillance cameras hidden in the corner of the hallway.
I spot a guard and make my way over to him, "Hey you!"

He turns his head slightly in my direction, "What?" His low voice questions.

I try to think of a way to ask him where we are without being too blunt, but I fail. "Where are we?"

His eyebrow raises, "De Rita's Mansion."

I play along with him and laugh, "Yeah, I know that," I trace his arm and look at him through my eyelashes, "I meant where we are, as in, what part of the city?"

His eyes drift to my hand on his arm and he licks his lips, "We aren't in the city anymore," He takes note of my confused face and gives me a smile, "We're in the middle of nowhere dear."