Chapter 5 : Dario's Pov

He fell to the tanks, like a vegetable.

Felix grabbed his collar, yanking his head on one of the pipes.

I hold up my hand, to pause Felix.

“So…ready to talk?” I asked the guy. His face was already bleeding and I didn't give a fuck if he died.

“I don't know who brought her to the auction sir.” He said, pissing on his pants.

“Who owns the auction business?” I said. My anger boiling up now. I had no time for this.

“I don't know…I really don't know sir. I just take orders from my boss here.” He quivered in fear.

I walked towards him, raising his head up to meet my eyes.

“You are of no use then.”

“No sir- please no sir. I can help you. I know my boss’ right hand man. He deals with the girls.” He says.

I look at him. I knew he was lying and I would be a prick not to finish this one off.

“You could be useful, but, sadly if I don't do it someone will- sooner or later.” I simply say.

“No sir, please, please don't sir. Please have mercy on me.”

I check my time. Tsk

I was running late, I had to pick up the dress she would wear for the Mafia party tonight. I needed her by my side. Exactly where she belongs. Mine.

“This would have been faster, but there's more important things to do.”

And with that, I turned my back, Felix finishing the job off.

The boutique would close anytime soon. I needed to hurry. I was impatient, my legs shaking.

Would she love flowers with it or was it too cheesy getting her flowers?

I should get her flowers. But what kind?

The drive home felt like ages, eventually we did.

The house was quiet, it was 11pm. Ofcourse it would be. She was probably still in bed. I peeked into her room, the bed was empty. I searched the room. She wasn't there.

I ran, checking the doors one after another. She wasn't in any room. I was about to call for Maria when I heard sounds coming from the kitchen. And there she was- trying to make herself hot cocoa.

She turned her face to me.

“I couldn't sleep.”

“I noticed, the bed was not so comfortable?” I asked.

“No…the person was not there.” she simply said taking the cup in her hands.

“You love hot cocoa?” I asked. Taking note of everything she did love. I would have to write this down somewhere so I wouldn't forget. I was never a photographic memory type.

“Every morning by 6 and every night before 12.” she chuckled at her giving her information in details.

“Too bad. I wanted to take you to somewhere nice.”

“I didn't want to do anything apart from my hot cocoa.” “But I guess, I would have to listen as you are my master after all.” she said.

I raked her body down. Her red lace nightwear had clung to her skin. Her nipples stood there, strained across the almost layer of skin.

I'd meant what I said about fucking her tits.

“If you put it that way, then, yes.” I fight back every urge to take her from behind, her breasts against the kitchen counter.

“Then as my master, surely, I will feed every darkest fantasy you desire.” She backed her lashes seductively.

“Darling, you wouldn't want to indulge in my darkest fantasies.” I said, going closer to her.

“Try me, maybe I will…Master?” she said tilting her head the other way. I was holding everything in me not to do what I wanted to do to her.

She came closer, drawing lines down my chest to my waistline.

I push her to the wall, holding her legs apart, my hands going deeper. She had nothing under so it was easier to slide my fingers in.

I lick her earlobe, causing her to moan. Shit.

Her breasts dangled, making it harder for me to resist. Her taut nipples called out to me. I squeezed their tips, making her squirm.

Yes, just how I like it darling.

“Darling, you taste so soft- ” I moaned in her ear while my fingers were working their way into her wet folds.

My heart raced. I wanted to drown myself in her luscious soft br****.

I release one of her breasts, my fingers on the other one, closing my mouth around those sweet hardened peaks-

Her moans filled the entire room. I repressed every urge inside of me to keep it cool. When her hand touched my meat. I knew I was completely fucked.

My body took control of my brain, there was no going back. Not with her here. I sniffed her body, her scent. She smelt like roses and bubbly soaps.

She smelt heavenly.

I take the other taut peak, doing the same thing I did to the first. Her hands working up and down my s****

“Get on your knees, darling.” I say to her. My d*** already twitching from the yearning to be s******

She got down on her knees, the minute I felt her tongue take a tentative swipe- I couldn't take it. My brain was clouded. Her eyes looked up at me, seductively. I knew I needed this woman.

Oh Mia…

She stood up, licking her lips with a satisfied grin. “Close enough?” she said. Definitely. “I- I…

I was speechless. I knew I was f****ed when she got down on me.

Her eyes were more delicate than ever, my d*** on the other hand wanted more tonight.

“You really are a good s**t, aren't you?”

“Should I be less?” Oh she was good, her eyes filled with flirty coquettishness.

I pull her in for a deep kiss, tasting her flavoured lips,when suddenly, we hear the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen, the familiar scent…