The Devil Between Her Legs

4. Memorable meet

Brie

He had suddenly left the auction room with his phone in his ears. It looked urgent. Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from him or better still discover some of his criminal activities and some evidence if I followed.

I quickly wrapped up my performance and was given a sound ovation. But I left hurriedly as well, so I didn't miss anything important to him.

I walked around the massive hallway looking for Atlas and was also vaguely aware that a camera might be watching me and I needed to find him quickly before my going back and forth in the hallway would be suspicious.

I almost gave up, but then a sudden realization occurred to me. Atlas won't just leave his auction in the middle of it without a tangible enough reason. The only place he would want to go to would be the bathroom.

I neared the bathroom door, silently so that the heels of my shoes wouldn't make a sound that would attract attention. As I neared the door, I kept hearing grunts and moans.

Someone was clearly banging themselves while an auction was going on.

And, of course, no other person would be except Mr Morretti. It had to be him.

I walked closer to the door to peep and confirm whether it was really Atlas, but then my shoes made a high sound on the marble floor as I took the wrong first step.

“Fuck.” I cursed under my breath, my heartbeat accelerated as I waited for impact. Maybe the door would suddenly open and Atlas would walk out stark naked with a gun to my head.

But nothing happened. In fact, it seems the tempo of the s*x took a higher turn of deep grunts and moans.

I waited outside for quite a long time before I finally heard them finish and that meant he would come out. I hurriedly left the doorway, trying to soften the sound my heel makes on the marble floor.

I hid in a secluded corner where I could watch without being seen, waiting.

Then finally the door swung open, and a lady walked out in utter disarray. She was desperately straightening her wrinkled dress and hair, but she definitely looked like a mad woman.. Atlas stepped out. He doesn't look the tiniest bit like someone who just banged a lady crazy.

But instead of walking back to the auction, he glanced towards where I was hiding. And now he was actually moving towards me. Panic held me by my throat as I steadied myself.

From the look in his eyes, he knew I was there probably since I had made that sound with my heels earlier. And it made me feel stupid.

“If you wanted a show, you could have just joined instead of peeping around,” he sneered.

“Couldn't help it. You are impossible to ignore,” I replied dryly. He walked closer with his hands in his pocket and his scent filled my nostrils. A mixture of s*x, smoke and oud that claims and threatens.

“We can go in there and give you your share of pleasure. It will be something you won't ever forget.”

“I prefer my vibrator. But I appreciate the thought. Thanks.” He looked amused at my witty reply and it infuriated me. I wanted to walk away, but he stopped me with a slight gesture of his hand.

“You are treading on dangerous ground, woman. You are too brave and apparently sharp-mouthed for your own good.” He growled. “And trust me when I say a night with me would surely make you cry for more.” He smirked hard, his eyes studying me. I know I have to be careful. He might look harmless now, but he surely believes in the saying that a first meeting says a lot about a person.

“Good for you. As for me, that won't happen. Ever.” I held my ground. His questions might seem s****l, but there is an ulterior motive behind them.

“Really? You want to bet?” He neared me closer and closer till I couldn't help but back away. He kept on walking till my back hit the wall. Till he was literally close to me. Too close.

"Bet? I'm not a little child, Mr. Moretti."

"Alright, little miss fierce." He scoffed.

His tone sounded dismissive. It was like he didn't give a f**k anymore and might as well definitely leave.

I can't allow that to happen, though he hasn't taken a step to show he wanted to leave.

This is an incredible first chance to be so close to him. So close that I might as well drive the pocket knife I hid under my gown into his chest.

But that would be suicide. And all my hard work for the past 5 years would go down the drain.

"It's Brie." I said instead.

“Are you sure you won't feel a thing, Brie?” He whispered to my ears. His hot breath cascading down my body gave me instant goosebumps. I swallowed hard, trying to keep his heat from affecting me.

“Look up at me,” he said slowly, and I felt his hand on my chin lifting it forcefully even when I didn't want to raise my head up willingly.

Our eyes met, and I kept on staring at the bluest eyes I have ever seen. It was cold and fiery. And It was really burning me with an intensity I couldn't fathom. I tried swallowing again, and his hands traced the movement of my throat moving up and down. My lips parted in a sigh.

“Wait.” A triumphant smirk was on his face as he studied me. But I won't allow him to win this. Never.

“So you are affected.”

“No,” I grounded out between gritted teeth.

His touch was definitely affecting me, but I'm prepared for this. I'll do anything, even if it's having s*x with the person I hate most in the world. It would be just s*x and no strings attached. As far as it brings me closer to him.

“Sweetheart,” His hands moved to the lower of my back, his fingers playing a bit on the fabric of the top of my butt. Taunting me. I tried my best not to try to knee him in his crotch.

I stiffened as I felt his hand slip inside the fabric. I was only putting on a thong, giving him ultimate free access to grab my bare butt.

His large hand held on to it, and gave a hard squeeze. He dragged me in with him and I could feel his hardness. It literally made me gasp because it felt so big against my stomach. But it also made me want it. It makes me ache. How it would feel when it's buried deep in me.

I sighed again, my eyes drooling.

“Is this how you behave to every stranger you meet?”

“Don’t get too wet for me,” he scoffed. My eyes snapped open at his words.

“I'm not wet.” I defended myself even though it was useless. The heat between my legs and the flush of my face betrayed my words.

“Should I dip my hand in your p***y to find out?” he taunted. And I quickly shook my head. The gleam in those blue eyes was saying he would do it and my heart thumped against my chest in anticipation.

But he didn't. Instead, I felt his hand hold my thong tightly.

Then he ripped it from me in a quick snap.

“What are you doing?” I was alarmed, my defenses are back up, high as ever.

“Taking a trophy. I won right.”

A smirk was on his face and I actually felt like ripping them out with my claws, but he would have fun with me, but I wouldn't allow him to use and dump me like other women. I must do what I'm here for before that happens, so I need to have his attention and s*x just won't cut it. He has too many women to be hung up on me.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I surely will.” He slipped the thong into his pocket and stepped away from me. Laughter was dancing in his eyes when I tried adjusting my clothes back. But the cloth had drawn from his big hand, and it was falling a little more than it should.

“Ass-wipe.” I murmured.

“I'll see you soon, sweetheart.” I fumed as I watched him go.

Me too.