Page 8 of A Deal in Darkness
“No.”
“So, we’re agreed?” he asks, his tone deep, dark and dangerous.
I pray I won’t regret my moment of weakness and nod my head. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Enzo brings his hands together before he marches out of the bar, leaving me standing. I’m confused. I’m excited. I’m terrified. I’m desperate to find out what’s going to happen.
Worse, I’m turned on and have to force myself to maintain some dignity, somehow narrowly avoiding chasing after him like a goddamn idiot.
3
A PROPER BEGINNING
ENZO
Idrum my fingers on the marble worktop, annoyed but not surprised I’m being kept waiting. Adriana is trying my patience, and the anticipation is excruciating.
She’s had at least three job offers this morning, all from exceptional literary agencies. I know because I damn well checked myself before giving her the courtesy of a few hours to process the change in her situation.
I’d texted her to confirm and given her my address—twice—along with details of the time I expected her to come over for dinner. I’d been unusually generous and not specified what she should wear.
It won’t matter.
She won’t be wearing it for any longer than necessary, anyway.
A deal’s a deal, and when you make one with the devil, there’s no backing out of it. I didn’t lie to her, but I didn’t need to. Adriana made it so damn easy to take what I want without her even bothering to ask questions.
The girl sealed her fate, and now she’s mine.
And I intend to use her well.
She’s fucking stunning, and she’s been the only thing I’ve thought about for the past three months. My dick turns rock hard every damn time and I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve come imagining the things I’m going to do to her.
Starting tonight.
She’s made me wait far too fucking long and I don’t care if she’s ready or not. Adriana made her deal and now I get her.All of her. Her pretty little fingers and her fucking pert tits. Her plump, perfect mouth. Her innocent little cunt that’s just waiting to be defiled. Her ass, but I won’t take that tonight. Not unless she pushes me—and she’s already running dangerously close.
My temper’s beginning to flare and I bite down, remembering that Adriana is inexperienced. She’s going to need guidance and pushing too hard, too fast, will only backfire. She’ll be more willing and learn faster if her first taste leaves her wanting more.
It’s unfortunate that means I won’t get to use whips and chains tonight. As much as I’d like to restrain her and fuck her senseless, she won’t be ready for it and a little kindness should go a long way to turning her into the obedient submissive I want her to be.
I check for any missed calls or messages, irritated that she hasn’t bothered to reply. We’ll be working on manners soon enough. Once she understands a few basic rules.
The loft is strangely empty and I check that everything’s arranged for the evening. It’s clean. It’s tidy. It’s got flowers, and the temperature is set for her. Dinner’s warming in the oven and the wine cellar is stocked.
Adriana is late.
My teeth grind against each other as I wonder what the fuck she’s playing at. The thought of her nervously pacing the pavement, anticipating a damn good fucking makes my cock twitch. I grab the phone, dial her number, and instantly regret it.
She picks up.
“You okay?” I ask.
She’s silent, except for the quiet, frantic breathing she’s trying to conceal.
“Adriana?”
