Page 5 of Dance with the Devil

Draven made his way to the drinks table and poured himself a generous amount of scotch. He didn’t like to drink. Alcohol messed with the senses. It made you weak. Draven was never weak, but upstairs was a woman he’d been curious about. Now she belonged to him, and he could do whatever the hell he wanted with her. That was a temptation which was hard to deny himself.

Chapter Two

Calvin told her to take a shower. He showed her where the bathroom was, which was a beautiful en suite.

Draven had a lovely home, or at least what she had seen of it, which wasn’t a lot, but she liked it. It was cozy, which she couldn’t imagine from him.

His bedroom was large and she tried not to look at the bed, as that was terrifying. She knew what was going to come next and she didn’t know if she was ready for that. When The Boss had given her the ultimatum, she had known sex would play a part, but the truth was, she expected death. Who would want a fat, ugly woman as a wife? That was what she’d been told she was.

She didn’t know what Draven’s game was, but it scared her. The not knowing was the worst.

After Calvin had showed her where the bathroom was, he’d left. Wrapping her arms around herself, she made her way into the bathroom and stared at her reflection.

There were no words of encouragement. He didn’t ask for her story. She didn’t know if she should be relieved or terrified because of that.

Maria forced herself to look at her reflection. She didn’t know what to make of what she saw. There was a bruise that covered the left side of her face. The slap had stung, but the punch had been worse. They had also landed a blow to her stomach, but after that, the guy had been stopped. She wasn’t supposed to be hurt. The Boss had apologized to her.

She had also seen the soldier killed in front of her. He’d not followed orders, and The Boss hadn’t been interested in anyone who couldn’t do as he was told.

Someone had died because they hurt her.

She lifted her fingers and touched her cheek. The Boss had warned her that people would want to hurt her. That even if she survived tonight, there would be those who’d try to harm her. Maria knew she wouldn’t make a lot of friends. Her family tried to kill The Boss and take over.

Removing Draven’s jacket, she placed it into the laundry basket and then removed her bra and panties. She turned away from her reflection and stepped into the shower. She turned it on and let out a gasp as the cold water washed over her body, shocking her.

Clenching her hands into fists, she counted to ten, and then twenty, in the hope of bringing some heat. She didn’t have to wait long for the shower to warm up. Once it was nice and hot, she stepped beneath the spray, tilted her head back, and tried not to moan at how good the shower felt. It had been a couple of days since she last had a nice, hot shower. This felt like a luxury to her. So lovely. So warm.

She looked for some soap. There were no female products, so she had no choice but to use the ones Draven had. She used his body wash first and she couldn’t quite detect the scent, but it was better than stinking. After washing her body, she used his shampoo and conditioner. Even if she died tonight, she would be clean.

Maria didn’t know how much patience Draven had. She didn’t know what he expected of her tonight, and rather than linger too long in the shower, she turned it off and climbed out. She wrapped a towel around her body, and another around her hair. It felt good to be clean.

She was in the process of drying her hair when she walked back into the bedroom to find Draven sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He lifted his gaze and stood. The man was tall, over six feet, and she was five foot five, and had no choice but to tilt her head back. A lot of people were taller than her. She was used to having to look up.

“Are you lying to me?” he asked.

“I don’t lie.”

“All women are liars.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to completely refute this, but she didn’t know who he hung out with. Besides, her own mother and sister were known liars. They had no problem with lying to get what they wanted. They were no longer alive. She had heard them beg for their lives, while she’d been taken away. Their screams for mercy had gone unheard, and as she was pushed into a car, she heard the gunshots. The death of her family. Maria had no guilt in doing what she’d done.

Draven got to his feet. “And if you lie to me about anything, you will die, Maria.”

“I’m not lying.” She’d never been with a man. She hadn’t even kissed a man until tonight.

Maria stayed perfectly still.

Draven didn’t move.

She didn’t want to make him angry, but something told her that if she cowered or whimpered, it wouldn’t do her any good. This man was the Devil. She wasn’t asking him for a dance, but she certainly wasn’t going to run away scared.

“Get on the bed,” he said.

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