Chapter 22

Chapter 22
|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||
" Whiskey or Wine?", she offered, acting like a nurse perfectly.
" Wine!", I muttered, bringing my eyes back to her moving ass. She bent over to my private bar to pour the glasses for us. It was late at night, 3 a.m. She kept her word and didn't leave me for a second. She asked why I saved them, and why I tried to block the bullet for them.
Well, I don't know...
I fucking don't know how I ended up, rushing in front of them. It felt equally surreal to me. I wanted to protect them from any harm especially that little guy who smiled at some monsters like us always. So, I dodged her questions. She offered to have a drink to clear my thoughts. So, we ended up, moving to my private bar in silence. The night felt good day. Until now, I have always been doing business at these hours. It was the safest time to discuss our business in this city as it wasn't owned by us entirely yet. The city still held threats for our illegal businesses. Though I was acting like a gentleman, the cops had a clue about our existence but however, but they didn't have the guts to confront us so easily. The entire Italy will come for them if this happens. But it felt good with her today. A vibe of family was warming this cold place which I missed for years. Despite being a model, she looked good at doing chores. I bet she will make a good wife.
When was the last time I had been taken care of? I don't remember!
My mother loved my money over me. My father abused me if I didn't meet his expectations. The only person who cared for me genuinely was my sister. Yet, I ended up, screwing her life too. Now, I couldn't even stand in front of her, the guilt was killing me every day.
" Here you go!", she dropped a glass at the front desk, and continued to drink her one, sitting far away from me.
" Help me drink!", I stated, watching her face turning grim. At the moment, she parted her mouth to protest, I blurted, shooting her a glare,
" You promised to take care of me. So help me, KIERA! Aren't you guilty that I was hurt because of you and your son?"
She sighed before puffing her cheeks angrily. I smirked at her angry face. Recently, I found this new habit of watching her getting angry. She looked rather cute in this situation. Not like the brat that she tried to impose every time. Probably she was the first woman to stay alive in this world after slapping the Don of Mafias, Azrael De Luca, the terror name in Italy.
She grabbed the glass fiercely and brought it between my lips as I continued to enjoy her puffy cheeks. I took a gulp, cold liquor running through my throat. My eyes caught sight of her wet lips. They looked rather attractive when they were stained with liquor. Unintentionally, I imagined kissing them once but fuck!
We had rules about not kissing.
I looked away before getting more delusional. Something didn't feel right inside me these days. My little monster couldn't stop poking whenever she was around. It was like I couldn't control how my body reacted around her.
" Umm. Thanks for today, Luca! Ryan was happy!", she murmured, sounding a little sincere. She didn't want to thank me but however, she had no choice. I smirked, leaning behind to ask out of curiosity,
" Where's his father? Does he never come?", I threw the question at her face. Her body got stiffened in no time. She looked nervous and sensitive. I guess, it wasn't her favorite topic to talk about.
She took a small sip and shrugged before looking away to hide her emotions
" No!"
What an asshole!
Something burnt inside my mind. I would have done anything to see that little face. What kind of father could abandon such an adorable child? We just met today and I couldn't stand the thought of not seeing him again. I guess, I will have to make another threat to her mother to bring him more often.
" You didn't tell me why you saved us!", she blurted again, this time her tone sounded serious. She was eager to know the reason.
I licked my lips dry, smirking and acting casual as if I had done nothing,
" Just acting nice in front of your son so that I can get him on my side."
Her expression turned blank, rage building behind her eyes slowly. She rammed her words out furiously,
" Stop using my son! I don't want you to play with his heart."
Seriously? Did she think that I was using her five-year-old son?
I dropped the glass hard, spoke back while raging,
" Tell me, why are you acting nice to me then? Why are you here to take care of me? I didn't ask you to accompany me. Did I?"
Her features had turned complicated soon. Nibbling her lower lips, she blurted emotionless,
" I am just playing the part of being your Mistress."
For the very first time, those words hit me hard. She was here just for her responsibilities. She was here because I gave her some fucking contract to play as my whore. The beast sleeping inside me started to growl.
Gritting my teeth harder, I ordered coldly,
" TURN AROUND AND STRIP!!"
" What?", she stuttered, staring into my eyes in disbelief. I repeated my words, getting closer,
" Play your part as my mistress! Turn around and Strip! NOW!"
Her gaze flashed with hurt. Murmuring her words out, she obliged getting on her feet to strip,
" I think, I had a delusional thought of thinking of you as a good man, Luca!"
She kept standing there in her stark-naked features. One look at her plump asses, I felt the urge to take her. I hated the fact that she had so much control over me. But my ego was hurt now. Sucking a deep breath, I ordered her again like a master, full of dominance,
" Lean against the couch!"
She took her steps robotically. After plopping down on the couch, she bent down, giving her ass towards me. My hands went down for my zipper, tugging the pants down.
Since she was facing me from behind, it was hard to see her expression. She gasped hard at one single thrust. I didn't give her time to think as I kept thrusting into her relentlessly until she was dripping wet.
Her hands curled around the edge of the couch, saving herself from the force of my thrusts. I wanted to know the truth in her mind. Keeping my thrusts extremely slow, I bent down to whisper into her ears,
" I want the truth, Kiera. Did you stop here because you cared about me?"
She kept her lips sealed, forcing herself to stop her moans. She was doing this on purpose to drive me crazy. She was silent, only shaking from my violent thrusts. When I heard no response from her, I kept going slow, warning in a threatening voice,
" Do you believe that you won't cum if you don't give me your answer?"
I kept my rhythm extremely slow, waiting for her answer. A few seconds later, she tilted her head back slightly. I was rewarded with her slightly tearful eyes. She looked sad not desired. Her pale lips pressed tightly before giving her response,
" Trust me, Luca. The last thing that I want is to stay at your place."
An unsettled feeling shot like an arrow inside my heart. Without moving, I pulled out of her. Her brows tightened in suspension. Backing away from her, I growled in a cold voice,
"LEAVE!"