Dangerous Possession

Chapter 1

Mia Bianchi

Bass music echoed throughout the club, bodies moving on the dance floor, while my gaze darted from one side of the room to the other.

Sitting on my stool, with my legs crossed over each other, with my Cosmopolitan in my hand and a tremendous boredom that pervades me.

That was the first night I had managed to escape from home, after months locked up, months of agony with a dish on my heels, I had finally managed to escape from home. Everyone was too focused on the change of command since that day had celebrated the entry of Noah as head of the family, accompanied by his wife, Irina Volkov, now Bianchi.

I had finally managed to take advantage of the general turmoil to have some freedom, even if I didn't have a cell phone, at least I had my credit cards.

Although I had to admit that I was bored anyway.

Techno music was not my forte, I preferred something more suggestive and sensual, but at the moment I couldn't complain much since it was the first evening in freedom.

The luck of not having a cell phone was in the fact that no one could track me at the time, fortunately I was free as a hummingbird.

I had kept out of trouble for a long time, perhaps too much for my taste, boredom was the only companion of those months, as well as the chaos that had been created with Irina's accident. The Christmas holidays were approaching, the waters had definitely calmed down, which meant that there was no longer any danger for me.

A figure stands next to me and I look at him out of the corner of my eye. Tousled blonde hair above his head, light blue eyes, broad shoulders and a mocking smile on his lips.

"Hey beauty" he says above the music echoing from the speakers "Javier" he says stretching out his hand.

I ignore her and give him a smile blinking coquettishly. He's a handsome guy, maybe a few years older than me. I don't usually go with kids my age, I always prefer the older man, but currently I wasn't allowed access to the guards of the house, not after what Noah had done to the last one who had listened to me. I was a b***h, but not to that extent.

I looked at the little boy next to me again, maybe I could have had fun anyway.

I put my drink on the counter and place a hand on his thigh, leaning closer to his ear, his gaze falls on the wide V-neckline of my black silk dress and I give an angelic smile "Why don't you invite me to dance?" I say in a soft voice.

He looks at me, his eyes shining with malice and gives me a dazzling smile, showing a couple of dimples that make him very pretty. He jumps off the stool and reaches out to me. I gently step off the stool, ignoring his hand and heading towards the dance floor, swaying as much as I can, I feel his eyes on my ass and hold back a smile.

I didn't lose my hand, despite the fact that months have passed.

I arrive at the track and turn around, immediately finding myself in the arms of the guy who glues his body to mine. His hands are dangerously low, on the curve of my ass. He began to sway sinuously against him, moving his pelvis in time to the music.

His eyes light up and I smile. I turn around and rub my ass against his package, feeling it swell immediately. I find myself almost rolling my eyes.

It was that simple.

His hands end up on my hips and his mouth makes its way to my neck.

There is nothing, I feel no thrill, no pleasure.

In books, writers love to insist on the libido of the characters, as a single touch is enough to light the fire that is in every person.

And sometimes I wonder if I am the problem.

No man had ever triggered that kind of reaction in me, no matter how hard they tried, when they went deep, it was always monotonous, so much so that I had begun to think that the problem was me.

It wasn't difficult for me to make desire grow in men, it wasn't difficult to drive them crazy and cause them orgasms so great that they became obsessed with me. But none of them had ever done the same to me.

I had lost my virginity at sixteen, in the locker room of the school gym with the boy I had always had a crush on.

I had spent months teasing him and in the end he had dragged me between the lockers of the volleyball team and bent me over the benches, even before I could feel him inside he had already come, making that experience an unforgettable fiasco.

Not that the others had been unique experiences that made me lose my mind, but at least they had lasted more than three seconds, even if the pleasure was non-existent.

At the age of twenty I had never had an orgasm, not even alone and there was certainly something wrong with me.

The guy's hands grab my hips as he pushes me towards him, his c**k pressing against the curve of my butt and I reach back to grab him through my jeans and squeeze him slightly, causing him to moan in my ear.

I look up and notice another guy, the same as him, staring at us "Do you have a twin?" I ask him in his ear and he looks at the other, nodding "Make him join us" I tell him blinking.

She looks at her brother and he approaches, immediately I find myself crushed between the two, our bodies swaying in time to the music, hands everywhere.

I turn around and kiss Javier, his tongue enters my mouth, colliding with mine, I shiver, but not for pleasure. His tongue is too overbearing and irritates me, but I pretend to moan and pull away from him, grabbing his brother, whose name I don't even know, and kissing him too.

They rub their hard c***s against me, one hand squeezes my breasts, another my ass.

I don't know how long we put on a show on the track but, when I drag them to the counter, both are reddened and the horses swollen ready to explode.

"Offer me a drink first and then I'll let you f**k me together" I say.

Immediately they order me a drink, I sit on the stool while they turn around, arguing about who should pay, while I sip my drink quickly, almost gulping it down in a single gulp.

As soon as I put it on the counter, a wave of heat hits me dangerously and I swing from one side to the other. I shake my head and stand up. My legs don't hold me up and have to support me at the counter. My vision blurs and my head spins dangerously. The sounds reach my ears muffled and it is as if I see everything moving in slow motion.

"f**k" I moan.

I know that feeling, it's the same thing that happened to me at the gala.

I stagger away, grabbing my bag and rummaging through it, just to remind me that I no longer have a phone. s**t.

I see people blurred, but I see someone watching me stagger away, looking for the nearest way out, I had to get out of there. Someone grabs me by the arm and pushes me towards a corridor, I stumble and try to say something, but my mouth no longer works, it is kneaded.

I don't realize where I'm going until I feel the cold air slamming into my hot, almost boiling body.

I am in an alley, in front of me the door of a car opens. I hear someone speaking in a strange language, German perhaps.

"Let's take it to the boss" someone says and I shake my head.

No. I say in my head but my mouth doesn't cooperate. My vision is starting to turn black and I know that I am about to lose consciousness.

Shit, s**t, s**t.

I hear a bang. A shot, the hand that is grabbing me suddenly disappears and I stagger backwards, crashing into the brick wall, I slide on it until I end up on the ground. I look with clouded eyes at what is happening, I see a figure approaching me, then everything turns black.