Page 38 of Unbreakable

Arizona

Walkingoutsideitwas like the last scene out of Sixteen Candles with Jake Ryan leaning against his Porsche, but instead of a candy apple red Porsche, it's the dominating Draco leaning on a steel gray Bugatti.

“Arianna, it’s lovely to see you. Can I have your keys please?”

“Of course, Sir.” I say as I hand them over willingly. He passes them along to the man who is now exiting from the passenger side of his car.

“Good girl. Someone wants a reward tonight." he whispers into my ear when he leans into me. His very breath along my skin has it prickling with desire, setting my pussy on fire.

He takes my bags from my hands, before placing his free hand on the small of my back and leads me around the front of the car to the passenger side, closing the door behind me after I’m safely inside. I watch from the tinted window as he hands my bags to his partner, who places them in the passenger side of my car before getting in and taking off.

Within moments Draco is sliding into the driver's seat, looking over at me before his face hardens.

“Lil’ Witch,” he says sternly, his grimace still present, “do we not wear seatbelts?”

“We are literally still parked, why would I put one on until we are leaving?” I ask back sarcastically to what I feel is a dumbass question, and I may or may not have added an eye roll at the end.

"So there goes my good girl into the disobedient brat. However, we need to go over the contract and sign it first." he tells me, as he backs out of the parking spot and pulls out onto the road, headed straight for the freeway.

I stare out the window at the passing lights of the city, even though it's three in the morning there are parts that are still lit up brightly. His hand moves from the gear shift to my thigh and he rubs the palm of his smooth hand up and down it, before gently squeezing, slowly dragging his nails along my skin. My pussy immediately clenches as jolts of electricity run up my leg straight to my clit. I instantly slam my legs together in an attempt to ease the burn of desire raging through my body.

I hear his low hummed laughter at my movement. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and was loving every moment of it.

"Did you have time to read over the contract? Are there any questions you have that you want answered?"

“Yeah,” I mumble out through a yawn.

“Arianna, we do not mumble when spoken to, we enunciate every word. Why are you yawning? Did you not sleep last night?” A slight hint of concern rolls out in his tone as he speaks.

“Yeah, just a long night. Normally I would be heading home, but here I am meeting with you.” I smile as I say it, because I truly don’t want him to change his mind. I’m craving the outcome of this meeting.

“Once the contract is in place, one of the requirements placed on you will be ensuring proper care of your health. Which means, good nutrition, proper sleep, health checks and of course quitting that job.” he tells me matter of factly.

I turn my head to him, doing a double take and replaying what he said back in my mind. I see red. I’m fucking livid, how dare this asshole think he can tell me what job I can and cannot do.

“Then when we get to your house, I will be bidding you a farewell. I admit the idea of you controlling me has my body on fire. I honestly want it, need it. I can give you that control over me for a time. But, one thing I will not do is give up my job. I love dancing and I’m proud of my body. I’m going to be giving it up far too soon and no one, and that includes you, will take it from me now.” I practically scream at him before crossing my arms over my chest and turning my head to stare out the window, a hint of tears starting to form in my eyes. I’m fighting with all my will to hold them in. Just one more person trying to snuff the life out of me, wanting to take the one thing I love away.

We sit in uncomfortable silence for the rest of the ride. I can feel his eyes on me, but never for long and he never says anything. He puts on his turn signal and begins to merge over onto the exit ramp, slowing his speed before coming to a stop at the light.

“I never meant to take something away from you that you love. I do need to know and hope you clarify what you mean about already having it taken away from you. I will allow you to continue dancing there, if we enter the agreement, provided one day you tell me the answer to who is making you give it up.” He turns left onto the road and continues to drive for another ten minutes before turning into a gated neighborhood.

As he pulls into the driveway of one of the most beautiful homes, I see my car already there and waiting. Sighing deeply, “I can tell you when I feel ready?” I desperately need to be able to explain on my own time.

“Yes, Arianna you can. I will not push for the answer right now. But know this, you will have to tell me.”

“Fine, I’ll stay and agree to all the other terms. I noticed they were in the contract when I read it, along with alot of other things. Some I had no clue what the hell they were.”

He elicits a bellowing laugh before gripping the door handle and opening the door, placing one foot on the ground and exiting the car. Following suit I do the same, to hear his scolding voice. “Lil’ Witch, you are always to remain in the car until I open the door for you. Do you understand?”

Shifting my eyes to the ground, avoiding looking him in the eyes like I’d seen the waitress do the other day at the restaurant. I respond with the answer I know he longs to hear. “Yes, Sir.”

I look back up and see his appreciation of my response spread across his face and it only drives my libido into a frenzy. I feel like an animal whose carnal desire has taken over them. My need for him is exploding through my body. I watch as he moves towards me, the way his movements are so regal, refined, a reminder of the wealth I came from, or the wealth my father led me to believe we had. I have a nagging feeling there is more to Draco. I mean, hell, look at his home, his car, there is no way a mere professor at a college can afford all this.

He reaches out, taking my hand in his and leads me into the home.

“Your keys are on the table, your bags are still in the car. You can take your shoes off and leave them on the shoe rack and have a seat in the living room. I’m going to step into my office for a second to grab the contracts so we can discuss them and sign. Would you like some water, Lil’ Witch?”

I stutter out, “Yes please.” I’m so enraptured, so in awe at his home. His walls are filled with the most exquisite artwork I’ve ever seen. It’s pictures of city landscapes. The angle they are taken from is the perfect mixture of city lights mixed with a starry skyline. Walking further into his living room, his furniture is all black leather with two walls on either side of a fireplace and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. I would kill for that.

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