Devil Woman

BASS! POLICEMAN OF MY BALLS! I yelled as Ivan and his men dragged me out of the car. I WILL NEVER BUY YOUR UGLY CALENDAR AGAIN!

On Ivan's usually impassive face I saw the hint of a smile.

I was still swearing at that traitor when the car hit the freeway.

You're driving me to hell, I guess, I whispered, looking out the window.

No the orders have changed

How so ? I asked turning my bewildered face to him.

You escaped the Russian mafia for almost a week, the boss wants to meet the young girl who managed to play his men for so long.

I tried to understand his words, a succession of words that I no longer even expected, while the northern landscape scrolled through the tinted window.

Maybe miracles did happen after all?

When the car slowed down in front of a huge grid, I realized that I might have spoken too quickly.

Because when those metal monsters closed behind me, I knew I hadn't just regained my freedom but lost what little I had left.

We walked through the great post habitation domain, it was a huge park dotted with trees and cut by the path on which we were driving. I had never seen anything so beautiful.

At least until I see the house itself.

In front of me stood a huge mansion painted white, the front, a small sunken space, had two large columns which, it seemed, held up the entire dwelling.

I got out of the car and ran to the little fountain opposite the entrance to the little palace.

I stared at the sky blue water and I smiled in the face of so much beauty. It reminded me of my family vacation, every year we went to the same luxurious hotel and every evening I had to go and look at the reflection of the moon in the fountain in front of the hotel. It was a tradition in the Rosefield family to go to this hotel. But even the traditions could not resist the disappearance of my sister.

I never saw the reflection of the moon in this hot water again, but the memory of it is intact.

Ready to discover your princess castle, Ivan whispers to me before passing me.

Suddenly I noticed the men guarding the entrance, those whom Ivan greeted, and my paradise fell into nothingness. I was not a princess, I was a prisoner, I was not facing a palace but facing the hell, and inside did not expect my prince but the devil himself.

It was now uneasy that I resumed my journey and followed in Ivan's footsteps.

The interior was in no way disappointing, quite the contrary. It was as sumptuous as the exterior.

Maids were running to the right, to the left like the ghosts of the place. Ivan didn't even seem to see them, nor them, nor the guards posted at the four corners of the house, and I wondered what it was like to be as invisible as 'useful.

It must be excruciating.

Suddenly one of the ghosts was called out to by my captor.

Olga, can you take our guest to the room reserved for her? She should wash, change and make up before meeting him, don't you think?

The good lady nodded and asked me to follow her. She trotted along the way, even on the stairs I had the impression that she trotted like this.

Maybe it was a tic due to his demanding job? Or a remnant of a child who couldn't stay still?

She stopped in front of a huge double door and waved me in first.

When I pushed open the huge door, I discovered an equally magnificent room.

In the large Victorian style room, a four poster bed, like a princess's couch, was leaned against a wall. On the wall to the right of the bed, separated by a door leading to an individual bathroom, was an imposing wardrobe of bright white. When I opened it I almost fell over. I had never seen so many clothes, there were all sizes and all colors, there had so much luxury that made me dizzy.

Take your time choosing an outfit while I'm running your bath, said the little house fairy to me as she disappeared behind the white door.

With my fingertips I scrolled through the outfits. There was something to please everyone. For galas, for business meetings, for weddings, for parties and even to stay at home, there was no lack nothing.

Luckily the maid didn't come back immediately because I wouldn't have known which one to choose.

I liked them all.

When choosing, I took into account my situation, the event and my personal tastes by opting for something between the dresses that make me complex and the unformal pants.

So I took my clothes and put them on the big bed, which looked so soft, had to enter the bathroom.

Right on time, Madam, I had just turned off the water, Inga smiles.

I thanked her and when she slammed the door I undressed before entering the boiling water full of foam.

The bathtub was full to the brim with hot water and as relaxed as that I had a hard time telling myself that I was about to take a bath in a house inhabited by the mafia.

After a long time enjoying the bath to the fullest I got out, only because the water was starting to get cold.

I dried myself and then wrapped the towel around my body while I went to get my clothes and my underwear.

Back in the bathroom, I put them on and rummaged through the makeup bags on the dressing table.

I found an eyeliner and mascara there, which I applied to my face after doing my complexion.

I liked to wear makeup, I loved it even. I liked to feel feminine in magnificent outfits. Gradually I had started to wear makeup and I had even developed a certain talent.

I undid my hair with an African comb and it fell curled and cascading down my back. Finally I put on pumps and left the bathroom. I closed the bedroom door behind me when I left.

Barely on the doorstep, Olga almost jumped on me.

Finally, miss, you should have put on a dress and let me do your makeup! She exclaimed in panic.

I'm not one armed, I know how to do it myself, I laughed.

Sir will not appreciate at all, not at all at all at all.

And stop Olga breathing. I'm not afraid of him because he's a mobster.

She looks at me shocked and I see in her eyes that she is hiding something from me.

She goes ahead of me and leads me through a maze of corridors and stairs. Finally she stopped in front of a huge door. She put her hands on the two handles and before opening the white doors she looked at me and said:

He's not just a mafia, the gentleman is the head of the Russian mafia.

After dropping the bomb, it disappeared leaving me alone in front of this large desk.

I had prepared to meet an important member of the mafia, not a boss.

At the far end of the door, seated behind a solid oak desk, sat a stunningly handsome man. He was chatting with an elderly man until he looked at me.

With a wave of his hand, he cut short his eldest while keeping his piercing eyes on me. What poise, what authority.

Determined, I walked in a straight line towards him.

I stopped only when I was a few millimeters from the end of his desk.

In the silence of the room, I took the time to detail it in more depth.

He was a strong, square shouldered man who looked like a God.

He must have been the hero of a lot of feminine fantasies. He was the kind of man who had all the women at his feet when he wasn't looking for anything serious. I have been given to see, whether in reality or in stores, yet he had everything the perfect asshole, deceiver and womanizer. Everything about him imposed respect and idolatry. He emanated from him a virility that thrilled me to the spinal cord and aroused a sensation in my lower abdomen.

Yet I was supposed to hate this kind of man.

He was scrutinizing me too. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt without taking his eyes off me.

I moistened my lips, I tried somehow to get out the unhealthy ideas that were germinating in my mind.

Take care of yourself, Elisabeth good God, good evening!

Sit down please, he said to me in a deep voice after an interminable staring game.

Finally I sighed, as if I had been in apnea and that I had just come back to the surface, I sat down on an armchair facing his desk.

He was also tall and imposing. I sat straight as a picket, I was not in my element. I had the impression of being prey for this man who had only one goal: destroy me.

The man from earlier, stiff, like a pawn, was studying me up and down.

I have no room for error.

So, Miss Rosefield, you are playing with my henchmen.

I felt like I was in my director's office trying to pull up my braces. The situation was all the more awkward as the feeling in my stomach didn't go away.

To tell the truth, she only got worse at the sound of his deep, masculine and downright sexy voice.

How long already? One day ?

A week, I corrected him with a glint of provocation in my eyes.

He dodged a smirk.

That's right

Suddenly he got up taking advantage of me, I was sitting and he was standing.

He was trying to make me uncomfortable.

He walked around his desk and came to stand in front of me, leaning slightly on the end facing me.

Tell me why can't I just kill you for this affront?

My blood froze, yes indeed he could quite simply kill me, make me disappear with the snap of a finger.

If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already, am I wrong? I say with my head held high.

He laughed.

Indeed, maybe I only keep you because you amuse me with your rebellious ways.

At the end of this sentence, he leaned towards me so close that I could almost feel his mouth brush against my ear as his perfume intoxicated my nostrils.

Maybe I just want to fuck you Élisabeth

His crude words only accentuated the fire that consumed my lower abdomen.

The bastard he was trying to make me lose my means.

If so, I said standing up, you're wasting your time, you're not my type of man.

And before leaving, finding the courage of I don't know where I left him, turning my head:

Especially since I heard that it does not exceed the bar of ten centimeters. . K

And I left with my head held high, jostled by this reply that was far too daring for the virgin that I was.

This is out of the question ! I objected.

Vladimir, calm down, you know very well that when your father makes a decision, he doesn't go back on it.

IT IS OUT OF THE QUESTION THAT I MARRIED MY OWN COUSIN!

Finally Vladimir, Polina is not such a bad match

I said no

But

I cut off my uncle with a wave of my hand as a gentle creature burst into my office.

At the end of the room was the young American.

She walked towards me while staring at me. Her long legs executed firm, almost military movements.

She stopped right in front of my desk and, perched on her high heels, she remained motionless.

His brown eyes were fixed on me, they were framed by long hair with rebellious curls that made you want to comb it by hand.

Her little body was dressed in a simple top with a skirt, this outfit was a real provocation. Never had a woman presented herself to me other than dressed in a dress.

Her flared skirt ended in the middle of her fleshy thighs.

You couldn't say she was fat but to say she had a model body would have been a lie.

She was far from being the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, yet something made her different, pleasant to look at.