The Mafia Lord’s Obsession

Chapter003

Clarissa’s pov.

I made my way down to the VVIP, thinking about how much this night took a turn. From me dancing downstairs to me being forced to dance.

I didn’t want to do this but it seems I had no choice. It was literally my life on the line here.

I stood outside the door, hesitation clawing their way into my heart. I took a deep breath trying to will my heart to stop pounding so loudly.

I opened the door and stepped inside. The VVIP section of the club was so different, this was my first time entering here, yet everything here screamed luxury. The bar was accented with gold accents, even the furniture. Everybody who was seated there had money screaming on the entire being. Girls were dancing, and the men were left to watch.

I wouldn’t mind working here at all except for the fact that most of the girls parading around were so close to being naked, some even had their t**s out.

The blue and red light bathed the room in a soft glow and set the atmosphere in a warm way.

I immediately sighted Theo alone in one of the mini-couches, his knees spread wide apart with a drink in his hands. The scar running along his brows made him look menacing–He looked like a god, and I was on the verge of getting on my knees to worship him.

I snapped my eyes shut, reminding myself of the reason why I hated him. He was the devil, that was enough reason to set my face straight, and I began ambling towards him.

His eyes locked with mine and I watched him wave a man over, then whispered something to him. Soon enough, the place was empty, leaving only I, Theo and the man from earlier.

“You should leave too,” The devil finally spoke, eying me with cold eyes.

The man bowed his head and headed out, leaving us both under the warmth and sizzling tension of the room.

I thought I was meant to perform for him? I thought I couldn’t see any stage in sight.

“I don’t see any stage. What am I to do with it?” My brows dipped in confusion.

Was this just a game to him or did he lure me here to kill me because of what had happened earlier? The thought alone caused fear to jam my heart and my eyes to widen a bit.

“Leave the stage” he answered, widening his knees more. “Come over here, Clarissa.”

My mouth went wide, and I stood there gasping, wondering how he came about my real name.

My knees were a little wobbly as I walked to his side.

“Tell me love, are you here by Will or were you forced here?” He asked, looking annoyingly relaxed while I stood there seething in anger.

I knew all too well what he was doing, so I clenched my teeth and decided to play along. “By will”

He nodded his head “good girl” and I felt my stomach clench and my breath catch in my throat.

Fuck, why does he have to have a effect on me?!

“I came here to dance not to please you”, I bit back.

“That’s where you are wrong. You came here to please me, and you will do just that by doing all I ask of you”. His lips tipped up a little and I got this sudden urge to make him smile.

“I am not sleeping with you,” I rushed out.

“I can see you clenching your thighs, love”

And I clenched it some more, unable to help myself.

I was silent, I needed to remember my job.

I was here to dance, nothing more, nothing less.

But he seemed to have other plans.

“What would your boyfriend think knowing I made you clench your thighs?” He looked at me, an unknown thrill in his eyes “I am tempted to find out.”

I was confused. What boyfriend? This man surely had some nuts loose in his head.

“Good luck to you finding that boyfriend”, I smiled, satisfaction branding itself on my face.

“Then who was that guy you almost lost your life outside?”

I scratched my face, no way he couldn’t see the striking resemblance between i and Evans. But I had no idea which was better– him thinking Evans was my boyfriend or him finding out he was my father?

I willed myself quiet and began dancing to the music that had just started playing. His eyes followed my body, and it made me light on fire.

I twirled, shaking my ass to the beat. There was only so much I could do with no classical music or a stage I was used to dancing on.

“You still haven’t answered me,” he said, his eyes still on my body.

I kept shut, moving myself over to his lap, where I sat and began dancing, avoiding coming closer to him than I was already.

“You are doing a bad job distracting me” he smirked, his eyes following the way my t**s bounced.

“Your eyes say otherwise”, a little flame of victory burst open in my belly as his gaze devoured me.

“Take off your bra”

“That isn’t allowed” I retorted, my breath coming out of my pants.

“I made those rules, they don’t apply to me also,” his brows raised in a challenge, daring me to oppose him.

“I am not doing it”

His arm circled around my waist, and he pulled me closer to his chest. I was now seated directly on the tent in his pants, which I really hoped wasn’t his d**k. I could also feel the outline of something pressing onto my belly. A gun?

“You seem to forget you are here for my pleasure or do I need to put a call-out to my men to finish what they started?” He whispered in my ears, his voice had a rough edge to it and his breath erupting tingles all over my body.

I leaned forward, undoing my bra clasp in one go and letting the straps slip from my shoulders, I removed it from my body and tossed it behind me, trying to seem bothered when I could feel my inside shudder.

My chest was bared, and his eyes fixated on my peaks.

“Has anyone seen this also?” He spoke up.

I swallowed, my lips were suddenly cold and I licked them. He raised his eyes up, his eyes locked in on mine. I could see his eyes more clearly now, it was a mixture of green and blue, the kind that changed according to emotions, it looked so clear and bright–I wanted to bathe in its glow.

“Your eyes are pretty.”

That seemed to catch him off guard as those eyes in question widened a bit.

“Careful there love, it is too early to fall in love with me” and the most unexpected thing happened, a little smile took over his face and my heart did a flip-flop.

What the hell was going on with me? The man was not in the sunshine and his heart was warm. He was the kind of storm that drew you in only to leave you stranded and helpless.

“Continue dancing, Clarissa” he murmured.

My earlier thoughts cloaked me, and I was just reminded of the fact he was just an asshole with a beautiful face and a breathtaking smile.

I began dancing, and my crotch had no choice but to grind against his d**k–God, this felt wonderful.

I threw my head back, moved my waist faster and I moaned.

I didn’t know what I was chasing, but I wanted to get there.

“Good girl, use me for your pleasure also” his mouth closed around my n****e as he took me in his mouth, his hand kneading my other breast. Another moan left me, leaving me craving to feel him everywhere. It….it just felt good.

“Do you want my d**k inside of you, with your p***y tightening around me while I bring you your climax, love?”

His words did things to my body, things that my mind had no control about.

His mouth left my body along with his hands, he moved back a bit, taking his warmth along with him. “You should go, else I will break more rules than I already have.”

“What?”

“I want to ruin you for other men, Stella, in the way that I would be the only one able to fix your broken pieces because when I part that leg and take what should be mine, I will never let you go”, his jaw clenched.

A bucket of cold water drowned over my body, that was what it felt like.