The room was very quiet. I mean it was really quiet. You could feel how quiet it was. It was, like a drink the kind that gets you into trouble. My father was still shaking. He looked like he was the one who had made a deal not me. He looked like a man who had given up something and was surprised that nothing had changed. I was not looking at my father anymore. I just could not look at my father. My attention was on the man who was standing in front of me. I was looking at the man. The man had my complete focus. The man was getting all of my attention. I could not look away, from the man.
Damien.
The devil....
He did not look like a debt collector. He looked like something from a fantasy movie that had come to life and was going to change my life in really big ways. He leaned down close to me. For a moment I thought I might actually faint. The air around him felt very hot. He smelled amazing. It was a mix of leather and that fresh smell you get in the air right before it starts to rain. The smell of his leather was rich and deep. The other smell was crisp and cool like the air, on a summer day when a storm is coming. Debt collectors are not supposed to be this looking but this debt collector was different. He looked at me with those golden eyes of his. And I instantly felt something strange Goin on in my body….
He said to me "Are you ready to be mine?" He was looking at me. He asked that question. The question was "Are you ready to be mine?". I did not know what to say to him. He wanted to know if I was ready to be his. The question "Are you ready to be mine?" was still, in my head.
His voice was really low and deep and kinda sweet. It was not something you had to say yes or no to. It was something he said. He already knew what the answer was going to be. My brain was telling me to say something to tell him he was wrong or to ask for something better.. My body was doing something else. I felt my head moving up and down. I was nodding my head before I even had a chance to think about what I was doing. The mans voice was still in my head it was the sound of the man who already knew that my answer to the man would be yes, to the man. I wanted this. I wanted him.And It was crazy and it was fast, but the pull I felt toward him was magnetic…..
He then smiled. It was not a smile. This smile was slow. It was evil, full of promises that made my stomach flip in a way that was not about being scared. Damien had an dangerous smile that told me I was about to get into a lot of trouble with Damien.. The weirdest part was that I wanted this trouble. I was tired of being the girl, in the wheelchair who everyone looked at with pity. Damien did not look at me with pity Damien looked at me in a way. He looked at me like I was something special that he had been waiting for a very long time to get. He looked at the way I was standing. It was like he thought I was a prize. I mean he had been waiting a thousand years just to claim me.
He did not wait for me to change my mind. He moved toward the back of my wheelchair his big hands gripping the handles of my wheelchair. I could feel the power coming off Damien. He started to wheel me toward the door. I did not even look back at my father, Giovanni Russo. Giovanni Russo was a ghost to me now. He was the man who had traded me away and to be honest I was done with Giovanni Russo. I was with Damien now. That is all that mattered to me being, with Damien. That was the thing that felt real at that moment. The whole situation was weird. That one thing it felt real. It was, like everything else was going on around me but that one thing it was what I was really feeling.
The walk through the villa felt like it was happening in a slow world. The marble floors were shining under the lights. The house felt cold and light. I think it was because I knew I was never coming back, to the villa.. When we got to the middle of the big foyer Damien stopped walking. Damien did not say anything at first. Damien just walked around to the front of me. Stood there looking down at me. Damien is so tall. He was a mountain of a man, all broad shoulders and expensive fabric.
Then he did something that took my breath away. He did not just push me out the door. He actually got down on his knees. He came really close to me his face was a few inches from mine. Now I could see the scars on his jaw, the lines that made him look strong and rough. These scars were not looking. They were like a sign of a life that was not easy. I wanted to touch them. The scars on his face made me think about his life. I found myself wanting to know more about the man with the painted scars, on his jaw. I was really curious to know how they felt about the thing. I wanted to understand what was going on in their mind and how they felt. The thing that was bothering me the most was how they felt.
He said "I do not like wheels" in a quiet voice. The sound of his voice was dark and deep. It was also smooth and rich. There was something a little bitter, about the way he spoke. The wheels just did not seem to appeal to him. He really did not like wheels all.
Before I could ask him what he meant he moved. He reached down. Picked me up. One arm went under my knee. The other arm wrapped around my back and waist. I let out a gasp my hands automatically going up to grab his neck. My heart was beating hard against my ribs like a bird that wants to fly away. I had never been held like this before. Not even, by a man. The man holding me felt like a wall of heat and muscle the man was so warm and strong.
I asked quietly "What are you doing?" My voice was so soft it sounded tiny to me.
The man said "I am taking what is mine". He really meant that the thing belonged to him. He was going to get it back. The man wanted what was his. That is what he was going to take. He said it like he was very sure that the thing was his. The man was talking about something that belonged to him. He said "I am taking what is mine".
He stood up. I felt like I was nothing. I am a woman but when he held me I felt like a small girl. This feeling was very nice. He did not put me down. He just kept holding me close to his chest. I could feel his heart beating through his shirt. His heart was beating slowly. It was very strong. He was not nervous all. The man was, in control of himself. He held the woman, which's me against his chest and I could feel the steady beat of his heart.
I looked down at the wheelchair it was just sitting there all empty and lonely on the rug. The wheelchair felt like a symbol of my life the life I had before. I was the girl who was stuck the girl who was hidden away from everything. Damien is taking me away from all that. He is taking me to a place that's dark and unknown but my body is really liking it. When Damien touches me every place he touches feels like it is, on fire. The wheelchair was my life but Damien is my new life and my body is loving every minute of it. My legs were resting on his arm. I could feel the roughness of his suit on my skin. This feeling was really exciting. It was so exciting that it made my head feel funny. I felt like I was going to lose control of my body. My body was feeling weird because of the suit. The suit was rough. It was touching my skin. I was feeling really excited, about the suit and his arm.
He started walking his steps were heavy and sure. He did not go out the door. He took me through the side exit, the one that led to the driveway. The night air hit us. It was cool but I did not feel the chill. I was wrapped in the heat of his body. He held me closer and closer his arms were tightening a little bit as if he were making sure I could not slip away even if I wanted to. He kept holding me tight his arms were around the person he was with me. He did not let go. The private driveway was where he walked with me and the night air was, around us.
He said to her "You are very soft tesoro."
The word Tesoro. Tesoro means treasure. When he said Tesoro it sounded really nice. It made my face feel warm. I looked up at him. He was looking at me. The way he looked at me made me feel funny. There was a lot of desire in his eyes. It was very strong. He was not just taking me to a car. He was taking Tesoro all of me every part of Tesoro.
The feeling between us was really strong. It felt like there was electricity in the air. This made the hair on my arms stand up. I felt like I was dreaming. You know, one of those dreams where you should be scared. You are not. You are just happy to have someone want you much.. He really made me feel wanted. He looked at me like I was the thing that mattered to him. He made me feel like nothing existed except for me and him and that the romantic tension between us was what mattered most. The romantic tension, between us was what made this moment so special.
We got to this black SUV and it was waiting for us with the engine on. The lights were not very bright. The windows were really dark so you could not see who was inside. A man wearing a suit was standing by the door. He opened it fast when we got close. He did not even look at me. It was like I was something that belonged to Damien. The man did not need to say anything to me because I was, with Damien. Damien was the one who mattered.
Damien did not put me in the seat away. He stopped by the door and looked at me one more time. The moon was. It caught the gold in Damiens eyes making his eyes glow. Damien looked like a monster to me. The way the moonlight was on his face made Damien look really scary and really nice at the time. Damiens eyes were very pretty because of the gold, in them.
The man looked at Aurelia. Said that everything is going to be different now Aurelia.
"I know " I whispered. I reached out. My fingers were shaking. I touched his face. My skin felt those scars on his jaw. The scars were a little rough just like I imagined they would be. He leaned into my touch and a low noise came from his chest. It was not really a growl. It was pretty close. The sound was happy like he was really happy I was touching him. His face was, against my hand. I could feel him relaxing. The noise was a sound of happiness a sound that said he liked my touch.
The way he looked at me in that moment was really intense. I had to close my eyes for a second. That look was erotic. It felt like he could see through me and take control of me at the same time. I could feel his breath on my lips. For a moment I thought he might kiss me right there in the driveway. My heart was beating fast I thought he might even be able to feel my heart beating through his own chest. The feeling of being seen by him and completely taken by him was overwhelming.
He did not kiss me. Not yet. He just changed the way he was holding me and gently put me into the seat of the SUV. The leather felt nice and cool on my skin. I could still feel the warmth of his hands where he touched me. He got in after me shutting the big door with a loud noise that felt like the end of something.
The inside of the car was really dark. It smelled like Damien. This was our little world. The driver began to drive and I saw the villa get smaller and smaller in the distance as it went into the night. I thought I would feel sad about leaving. I thought I would feel like I was going to miss something. But when Damien sat down beside me his big body took up a lot of room all I could think about was Damien. I felt really excited and a little crazy. The car was. Damien was sitting next, to me and that is all that mattered. Damien was what I was thinking about.
He reached over. Took my hand in his. His palm felt really big and warm. He wrapped his fingers around mine. The way he held my hand was not soft all. He had a grip on my hand. This firm grip of his hand was a reminder to me, about the hand he was holding my hand.
"Mine," he said again….
I leaned back against the seat. My heart was beating really fast. I looked at him. He was staring at me with this smile that was really attractive. The man knew what he was doing to me. The man knew that he had gotten to me in than one hour. The man knew that I was really, into him now.
"Yes " I. I knew I was not just agreeing to the contract. I was agreeing to him. The trouble that came with him was something I was willing to accept. The fire that burned between us was real. I was stepping into a romance with him and I was okay with that. I was saying yes to all of it to him and, to the trouble and the fire that he brought into my life.
The car moved quietly through the dark streets and I felt a weird feeling of being free. This was the time in my life that I was not the girl who uses a wheelchair. I was the girl who was being held by a king. The car was still. I was in the arms of this king. He was an dangerous king with scars and eyes that looked like gold. This king wanted me more than anything and that was a pretty big deal for me. The king with the eyes and the scars, on his face wanted me and that was all that mattered to him.
I looked at our hands that were holding each other. His skin looked really dark and strong my skin was really light and soft. The way they looked together was really nice. Everything, about this moment was really nice even if it was not right. I did not care about the money that I owed. I did not care about the debt that I had to pay. I just wanted to see what would happen tonight with him. I wanted to feel his hands on my skin. I wanted to hear him say tesoro to me over and over until I could not remember my name.
He leaned in close to me his shoulder was right up against mine. I felt the heat again. It made me feel like I was going to pass out. He did not say a word. He did not need to say anything. The silence between us said a lot. The silence, between us was full of things that we had not said loud yet. It was full of the promises that he made to me with his eyes and the way that my body was reacting to every thing that he did.
I put my head on his shoulder. This was a deal for me but I did not care. I wanted to be, near him. He did not tell me to move. He took a breath and put his head against my head.
He said to me "You are going to be a lot of work are you not?". I could tell he was trying not to laugh because I could hear the humor in his voice when he spoke about me being a lot of work.
I smiled, a smile that went all the way to my eyes for the first time, in years. "You have no idea."
He. It was a really nice sound. It made me feel like I wanted to sink into the leather. "Good. I like a challenge."
As we drove into the unknown I knew one thing for certain. My life was never going to be boring again. I had been claimed by the man. I was more than ready to see what kind of world the man was taking me to. The air, in the car was full of desire a burning fire that was only just getting started. I closed my eyes. Let the rhythm of the car and the heat of the mans body carry me away. The man was taking me on a journey. I was excited to see where the man would take me.
I was his property now. This was a strange feeling for me.. For the first time in my life I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I felt like I finally belonged to something or someone and that something was him, his property, my life, with him.
The road ahead was really dark. Damien was with me so I did not feel scared. I felt excited. I was really looking forward to it. I wanted to see what would happen when the doors closed and Damien. I were alone together. I wanted to know what Damiens strong hands could do to me when we were all, by ourselves.
This wasn't just a departure. This was the beginning of everything. My heart was still going crazy, but as he squeezed my hand one more time, I knew I had made the right choice. No matter what happened next, I was with him. And that was all that mattered.