Page 6 of Dance with the Devil

She watched him go into the bathroom.

Staring at that large bed was terrifying. Did he want her naked? Covered with a towel?

Maria finished drying her hair, and then opted for the towel to stay on. She had a feeling he wouldn’t want to see her naked.

Once on the bed, she looked up, only to find her reflection staring back at her. The man had a mirror on the ceiling. Why would he have a mirror on the ceiling? Unless … did hewantto see? Did he wantherto see?

No, he had the mirror on the ceiling long before he saw her. This was not about her. He had the mirror for himself. For sexual purposes.

Maria tried to avoid looking at her own reflection, but it was hard. She had no choice but to look. Her blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow, the towel covered most of her body. Her legs were on show.

She heard the shower running. Other than the shower, there was no sound. Draven didn’t hum, didn’t sing, nor grunt. Just silence.

Why did he ask if she was a virgin? Even though she’d been considered ugly and fat and disgusting, she was still a daughter of a capo, and being a virgin was part of her value.

“It’s your only value, but no man will want to sleep with you.”Those were the words her mother said.

Her mother had never been the maternal type. She loved money, beauty, and power. According to her mother, she’d been a fat, ugly baby. They hadn’t wanted to throw a party to celebrate her birth, because she brought nothing but shame to the family.

Maria was used to hearing it all. The insults had often hurt, but growing up with them, she’d developed a thick skin, and now they no longer mattered to her. They were just words.

Looking at her reflection, she didn’t see a beautiful woman. No, a beautiful woman was her sister. She saw something ugly. Her blonde hair wasn’t light enough. Her blue eyes were dull and lifeless. Her red lips were oddly shaped and not right. Then of course, her body. She could go on for days about how bad her body was, reiterating everything her mother and sister would say.

Closing her eyes, she couldn’t help but tense up as she heard the shower turn off. Draven was finished. He’d be coming for her very soon.

She wasn’t going to panic. There was no way she would scream. It wouldn’t matter if they heard her. The only person she had seen at Draven’s home was Calvin, and that man wouldn’t be coming to her rescue. Draven was her husband.

Nibbling her lip, she kept her eyes closed, and she heard the door, and the sound of his footsteps on the carpeted floor.

“Why are you wearing the fucking towel?” he asked.

Opening her eyes, she looked at her reflection, and then quickly lifted to look at him.

“You said to get on the bed.”

“Yeah, naked. Take the fucking towel off.”

Maria wasn’t expecting him to be kind, but he could have said please, or something.

Climbing off the bed, Maria let the towel drop to the floor and went to climb back on the bed, but a hand on her arm stopped her.

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Draven had never been with a virgin before. Staring at Maria, he wondered if she even realized how tempting she was. How … sexy she was? How hungry he felt for her. How desperately he wanted her. He had a feeling she didn’t have a single idea, but he didn’t care.

Staring at her sharp blue eyes, he knew there was a lot her family had told her. It was in her eyes. Maria showed a lot of pain.

Draven had survived because he learned how to read people. He knew her parents didn’t like her, and for her to go against her family to save The Boss, that had to mean something. She hadn’t even shed a tear for their deaths.

Cupping her cheek, he tilted her head back and ran his thumb across that plump bottom lip. He was careful as he touched her as he didn’t want to hurt her face. The bruises would eventually fade, and he’d make sure no one ever harmed her again.

She had such fuckable lips. He could imagine sliding his dick between those juicy lips, and feel them tighten as she sucked him hard. He was tempted to push her to her knees and make her take his dick. There would be plenty of time for that. So long as she was a virgin.

“Close your eyes.”

Maria followed instructions perfectly. Her eyes closed without a second of hesitation. Draven didn’t even know why he was tempted to kiss her. When it came to sex, all he required was a nice, wet pussy, a willing one, to take his cock until he came.

Maria wasn’t just any woman though. Since that party, he had thought about her a few times. He’d never approached her. She looked like she hoped the furniture and walls would swallow her whole. No one had talked to her. She’d stayed perfectly still that night, not even eating any of the food the waiters offered her. He’d been intrigued by her.

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