Kidnapped By The Mafia Don Of Fury;His Little Red Doll

01 ELENA'S POV My phone started ringing and I picked it up fast before it could ring again. "Hello?" I said quickly. "He's here," Jessica said immediately. "Lorenzo DeVille just came to my club." The second I heard that name, my whole body went cold. I stood up so fast that the chair almost fell behind me. "What?" I asked even though I heard her clearly already. "I'm serious," Jessica said. "He's here." "I'm coming," I told her quickly. "Ten minutes." I ended the call before she could even answer me back. My heart was beating hard while I grabbed my jacket and keys. Ten years. Ten whole years I had been looking for this man. Ten years since my parents died and suddenly his name was right in front of me again like he never disappeared at all. I rushed outside and got into my car quickly, starting it immediately. The tires made a loud sound when I drove out because I stepped too hard on the pedal, but honestly I didn't care. All I could think about was Lorenzo. The road looked blurry from how fast I was driving and my hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly. I nearly missed one turn because my mind was everywhere at once, but I still made it and kept going fast toward Eclipse Club. When I finally reached there, I parked badly and got out quickly, almost slamming the car door behind me. The music from inside the club was loud even from outside and lights were flashing everywhere around the entrance. I didn't wait for anyone before heading straight to the elevator. It was taking forever. I kept pressing the button over and over even though I knew it wouldn't make it come faster. "Come on already," I muttered under my breath impatiently. The elevator finally opened and I stepped inside immediately. Jessica's office was upstairs and I already knew the way without thinking about it. The second I reached her office I pushed the door open without knocking. "Where is he?" I asked immediately, breathing hard as I slumped into a chair near Jessica. Jessica looked up from her desk and frowned a little. "Calm down first," she said. "Jess, where is he?" I repeated again, louder this time. She stood up and walked over to me slowly, placing both hands on my shoulders. "Are you sure you really want to do this?" she asked softly. "Jess, c'mon, just let me do it," I said, rubbing the worry lines forming on her forehead. Then she handed me a picture, *Lorenzo DeVille* written on it neatly. Even seeing his name written there made anger rise inside me again. "He came alone," Jessica explained while watching me closely, handing me a tray with whiskey on it. A dangerous smile curved on my lips. I'm going to seduce him tonight and I'll make him ask for more, slowly make him trust me, and have my revenge. Jessica immediately shook her head, already knowing where my mind was going. "Elena, don't do something crazy. This man is dangerous," she warned me. "So am I," I replied immediately. She sighed heavily and crossed her arms. "You need to think about this properly before doing something stupid," she said. But honestly my mind was already made up. I turned and started walking toward the door, headed to the bar where Lorenzo was. --- I got to the bar. Everywhere was full of life. Music blasted from the speakers, neon lights flashing, people filling the dance floor. And just then I saw him sitting quietly at one section of the bar, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes fixed on the distance. He looked like a god and damn, he was so hot. He had left some of his buttons open, showing his chest and six-pack abs. His jaw was well structured and his lips so sexy. I could not help but admire his build and physique. How could my enemy be so attractive? Assuming he wasn't my enemy, just maybe I would have… "Focus, Elena," I said to myself quietly. A cold knot tightened in my stomach as I moved closer to him. My hands trembled a bit and I barely managed to keep myself steady. "Your usual, sir," I said, bowing to him. "Allow me to serve you, sir," I winked at him, smiling and letting my dimples show. Then I started pouring the drink into his glass. I deliberately missed my step and fell onto his lap. I felt one of his hands on my waist, holding as tight as he could, and the other one catching the whiskey bottle from falling. "Wow, he's so good," I whispered, and just then our eyes met for a second and I felt my heart thudding. "I'm so sorry," I said, standing up from his lap, but he pulled me back and brushed some strands of hair from my neck and stroked it. It sent warm fluid down my body and I felt myself giving in. I leaned in and kissed the back of his ear. "You're really the bold type," he said, smiling. Then he pulled me closer and leaned close to my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I let out a soft moan. I held his shoulder and started kissing him. I let my tongue slip into his mouth, then I started sucking and kissing at the same time. Then he slid his hand into my gown and started stroking my panties. I felt as if I was about to explode, and then I heard laughter. It dawned on me that I was in public, kissing a dangerous man. "I'm so sorry, sir. I was caught up in the moment," I said, standing up, but as I was about to leave he pulled my hand and started dragging me toward one of the private rooms in the VIP section. When we got to one of the rooms, he started kissing me roughly, kissing and sucking every part of my body as if I was some ice cream, but I didn't stop or resist. I was angry at myself. I hated this man but my body was giving him everything. I was moaning and whimpering at the same time. He started pulling my clothes and his hands moved around and cupped my right breast, rubbing my pink n*****s that had started to harden. I let out a soft moan. "Aaah!!! Mmmmhm!!! Ohhhhhh!!!" Then he gently slid his finger into my p***y and I jerked, moaning loudly, piercing my fingers into his skin. Then he started fingering and sucking at the same time. He started squeezing my breast and moved down, beginning to kiss my p***y and using his tongue to devour it. "Hmmmm." I moaned, holding and caressing his head while I hung my legs up. Then he raised his head and started kissing my lips, hungrier. His lips moved to my breast and started sucking again and I could feel wetness between my thighs. Then I felt something move into my p***y. I screamed. "Lore…n…z…o," holding the sheet for support because I couldn't explain what I was feeling, but somehow it made me feel good. Then he pulled out gently and pushed in harder and harder, faster, slower. Then he collapsed on me, beads of sweat on our bodies, hearts thudding and breaths fast.