Victor's Girl: A Mafia Romance

by Sparsha Kadri

  God, why does she have to be so nice?

  CHAPTER 4

  Her heart dropped to her stomach when she realized who she was about to perform for. How did she not see it coming? She was forced to take the lead for the first time in months on the same day as her encounter with him and then she is forced to give a private show even though she had made it very clear right in the beginning that she would do no such thing.

  It was all right in front of her and yet she did not see it. But why her? Is he scared that she would open her mouth in front of the police? Has he summoned her so that he can fix his mistake and finish her off for good? God, what was she going to do and most importantly, how was she going to get herself out of this mess?

  It’s not like there was anything she could do about this. Running was pointless because he had his men on every corner of the city and even if she tried they would find her way before she reached the city borders. God, what a mess has she gotten herself into? She impatiently ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep calming breath but it did not calm her at all.

  Paul gave her a sideways glance as he walked her to Victor’s private lounge. Honestly, he did not want to do this; Ira was a nice girl and she did not deserve whatever horror awaited her with that monster. The thought of her with him made his skin crawl. Paul had liked her from the very beginning but never once did he get a chance to tell her how he felt about her and now it looked like he never would.

  He brought his focus back to the beautiful girl and his heart ached to see her like this. He had this urge to take her hand and whisk her far away from here but that would be foolish. Victor has set his eyes on her and he would not think twice before putting a bullet into his head if he finds out that he was harboring such feelings for her.

  “He’s waiting for you in Lounge 6 and don’t think of running, his guards are everywhere,” he told her sternly, his words cold as ice. He did not like talking to her like this but there was nothing much he could do here. He was given the responsibility of bringing her to him and that’s what he was doing.

  Her face paled even more and he felt like shit. God, he had never felt this miserable in his entire life. Shaking his head he focused on his job; He walked her through the long corridor lined with several tiny rooms they often used to host private shows and Ira followed him like a helpless puppy.

  She had forced Paul to tell her who she was performing for and after a lot of begging he had put her out of her misery or pushed her further into it, she couldn’t say. But it did not surprise her one bit; she couldn’t understand why hadn’t that occurred to her earlier. Who else would have been able to convince Simon to break his promise to her?

  Paul walked her through the maze of corridors that led to the so-called Lounge 6 which was the only lounge that was exclusively reserved for Victor, which he often used to entertain his private guests. Ira had heard that he wasn’t the kind of a guy who wasted time on women and it surprised her when she found out that it was he for whom she would be performing.

  After what felt like forever they finally reached the intimidating red door with the number six engraved on it in gold script. Paul stopped walking and turned to look at her, “Listen to me Ira, he’s not going to do anything to you against your will. He may be a heartless bastard but he’s not a rapist and neither does he want to hurt you.” he assured her, though he had a tough time believing it.

  Looking at the horrified look on her face he knew that he had to tell her something to put her at ease. Honestly, he had no idea what Victor’s intentions were for her but one thing he was sure of was that he would never force himself on her.

  She forced a nod but didn’t say a word, he sighed knowing that nothing he says or does would convince her so he decided to drop it.

  Ira could feel her heart thunder in her chest as she hesitantly waited before the dreaded door buying herself as much time as she could gather. But she knew that sooner or later she would have to step in there and do what she had to do.

  She self-consciously put her hand on the knot of her robe and let out a sigh, at least she looked decent but she knew she would have to take it off for her performance and the mere thought made her shudder.

  She reminded herself that he had seen her like this about half an hour back and so did fifty other men. So playing the modesty card right now was simply a waste of time. Then why was her heart thundering so bad?

  “Good Luck, Ira. See me later before you go home and Simon asked me to tell you that your pay won’t be deducted and you can take a day off tomorrow.”

  Ira could barely manage to smile politely at him. He was going way out of his way to cheer her up but sadly it had no effect on her. Her fate was waiting for her behind these closed doors and that was all she could think of. “Thank you, Paul, I’ll see you later,” she told him quietly and he replied with a nod.

  She closed her eyes and made a silent prayer hoping that she could come out of this mess in one piece. With her heart pounding in her chest she pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit room without giving Paul a second look.

  The room was surprisingly large with red walls and matching carpeted flooring which made the room look like an inside of a velvet box. A large black leather couch sat on the far end of the room with a glass table on the side. A small raised stage sat at the opposite end of the couch. A medium-sized music system complete with a small table with an open laptop connected to the music system was set up next to the stage.

  Her body was aware of his burning gaze on her but she did not dare look at him. She knew he was watching her and her body burned with his intensity. The room was mildly lit, just enough for her to notice his dark figure sitting on the center of the enormous couch. It was now that realization finally started to sink into her, she was trapped in this sealed room with the most dangerous man and there was nothing she could do about it.

  Every nerve in her body wanted to turn on her heels and run for the hills but she did no such thing. Honestly, she was way too nervous to do anything straight plus this was her job and there was nothing much she could do about it except to get her job done and get the hell out of here. She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath, yes she can do this.

  Her fingers worked on the silk knot of her crimson robe and it unwrapped itself revealing her perfectly toned body that was purely made for sex. Yet here she was pure and untouched at the mercy of the devil himself, who could barely take his eyes off her. She shrugged off the robe and let the silky fabric slide off her shoulder and pooled around her feet.

  The old fabric got stuck to her pointy heels and she groaned in frustration. God, why does all weird stuff happen to her in situations like this? But she had never been in a situation like this before. She bent down and freed the fabric from her heels and heard him suck in a sharp breath. Colour crept to her cheeks and she glanced down at her attire and almost let out a cry of horror.

  Of course, she knew what she was wearing but that's not what horrified her. It was the fact that half of her breasts were popping out in a mocking and not to mention the indecent way that terrified her. Ira was not used to such public display of her assets, especially not in front of a guy like him. She quickly tugged on her lace bra adjusting it back to its normal state and got back on her feet kicking away the wretched robe that had caused her so much misery.

  Letting out a heavy sigh, she slowly made her way towards the stage completely aware of his hot gaze watching her every move. She finally lifted her gaze to him and her eyes met his steel cold eyes and Goosebumps erupted all over her body.

  He looked magnificent, like the Lord of hell sitting on his throne, dark and sinfully handsome. He was still wearing the same dark suit he had worn earlier but his coat was lying on the couch next to him and the top two buttons of his shirt were left open exposing a sneak peek of his rock hard torso.

  He was a beautiful man, and she could not deny it and like all the other girls she found herself drooling all over him. Now she understood
why those girls can’t stop talking about him. He was every bit of perfection and he had turned her into a nervous mess.

  She quietly waited for his permission to start and he took his time to give it to her. His icy gaze roamed over her semi nakedness and heat rushed through her veins sending hot colours to her exposed skin.

  He raised his hand gesturing for her to start and she nodded in response and hurried to the music system to play her song. Usually, there would be a technician to help with the music and also to keep an eye on them but Victor had specifically demanded to give them complete privacy leaving her with no other choice but to handle it on her own.

  “It’s no biggie, everything is already set up, all you need to do is press the play button and you will be good to go.” Paul had told her and she had not liked it one bit.

  It meant they had chosen the song for her and she did not like it either but there was nothing she could do about it. She was told to perform any of her routines which was a good thing; at least she could control her body movement.

  But her happiness was short-lived as she noticed the song she was about to perform to. Crap, what was she going to do now? It was too late to change and she knew that he was not going to wait around for long. Letting out a frustrated sigh she hit the play button and hurriedly made her way back to the stage as the ten-second timer got set, once the timer ended the song would start to play.

  Ira sucked in a breath and turned her back to him raising her hand above her head getting into position. The song started to play and she started to slowly move her hips as her body picked up the slow sensual beats, she turned around with a seductive smile on her face and started to lip-synch to the song as she brought her hand to her face and slowly slid it over the delicate skin of her neck and chest letting his eyes travel through the track she had just left for him.

  He raised his hand and gestured to her to come to him. Ira hesitated for a minute but did as she was told. She continued dancing to the music as she moved towards him. She kept a safe distance from him as she turned around and slowly twerked for him, teasing him with the tantalizing view of her backside.

  She continued to dance for him trying her best to ignore his burning gaze on her body. She was so close to him that she could almost feel his heat penetrate through her skin caressing her soul. Her own body was on fire and the tension that was growing between her thighs was something she had never felt before.

  She danced for a couple more minutes and he just watched her with a hooded look in his eyes. Her smile widened as she realized that her song was about to get over and so was her performance but her happiness was short-lived as she felt rough fingers wrap around the curve of her waist.

  A shiver ran down her spine and even before she could register what was happening she was pulled into his lap, her small frame crushing against his hardened abs. An involuntary scream escaped her perfect lips and she tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he tightened his hold on her, trapping her in the box of his arms; enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his rough fingers.

  He brushed her silky long hair off her shoulder revealing her soft tender skin on her shoulder for his taking. He leaned into her and pressed his nose over the crook of her neck inhaling her intoxicating scent. Gosh! She smelt divine like fresh roses mixed with vanilla. He could completely lose himself in her and at this moment he wanted nothing more than to do just that.

  He pressed his lips over her soft skin and she shuddered in response. He smiled against her skin and gently moved his lips from her neck to her earlobe. He gently nibbled at her earlobe and a soft sigh escaped her lips. “Is there a problem, Angel?” he breathed into her ear his voice dripping with sex.

  She closed her eyes shut and sucked in the pleasure his warm lips were giving her. His hand moved to her hair and gently fisted a handful of her silky moss and tilted her face back giving himself complete rein on her delicate throat. He lowered his lips to her throat moving up to her jaw and was just about to claim her perfect lips when reality sank into her and she wriggled out of his grasp. But he caught hold of her wrist before she could make a run.

  A sexy smirk danced around the corner of his mouth as he watched her struggle to free herself from his grasp. “Please, let me go,’ she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. He did not respond to her for a long minute letting her squirm under his intense gaze.

  Ira could not move an inch, the Adonis before her had knocked all her senses out leaving her in a mess. Her body still throbbed for him and her thoughts were blurry and hazy. It took her an entire minute to come back to her senses and then reality started to sink into her.

  She brushed his hands off her and took a step back, “Sorry Sir, I don’t do lap dances.” she managed to blurt out and his smirk widened like he knew exactly what was going on in her beautiful head.

  “I know, but you will do it for me,” he replied quietly, his words oozing with unmasked seduction.

  She swallowed hard as she repeated Paul’s words in her head on a loop. She does not have to do anything she didn’t want to do and she held onto it like her life depended on it, maybe it did but she didn’t ponder over it too much. Her sole focus was on getting her sorry ass out of there.

  “I was told I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do.” She replied, her voice surprisingly calm and confident but her eyes spoke a whole different story and he did not miss it. In fact, it intrigued him even more; “Lap dances are included in the package, sweetheart. So as per the rules, you are not allowed to say no,” he replied smoothly.

  She narrowed her eyes at him, “the rules also include no participating in any kind of sexual activities.” she pointed out angrily but her tone was soft and coy. He rose from his seat and walked towards her with lion-like grace and she took a vice step back with jello-like feet. Her six-inch heels did not help her situation one bit.

  He was so close to her that she could smell his minty breath on her face. He snaked his hands over the sides of her waist and sparks started to flow through her veins fuelling her heat. His rough finger traced the soft bare skin of her belly and moved up to her breasts. She sucked in a sharp breath as his hands cupped her breasts testing its weight in his hands.

  Her brain kept yelling at her to push him off her and get the hell away from him but her body, her body wanted more of this heat that was penetrating through her from his touch. She had got a taste of his touch and now her body craved for more.

  He moved his hand to her throat tracing its way to her jaw and then to her pretty mouth. He brushed his rough thumb over the plump of her soft lips and a soft moan escaped her lips. A throaty groan rumbled from his chest and he muttered a couple of chosen colourful words under his breath.

  He roughly grabbed her face and crashed his lips on hers and her world came crashing down at once. His lips were rough yet gentle and she could sense the fire of his desires flowing through her. His lips perfectly moulded around her soft ones and she melted into him. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pressed her against his arousal and she gasped at the unexpected sensation of his hardness brushing over the V of her inner thighs. He stole the moment to invade the inside of her mouth with his tongue and a moan escaped her mouth.

  Their tongues danced for control; she fought to take charge but his movement was more demanding and soon she found herself submitting to him. He let out a soft growl as his tongue gained control and his hand travelled down the curve of her hips and moulded over the perfect curves of her butt. he squeezed her hard and she let out a soft cry. His other hand moved to her back and brushed over the hooks of her bra and a strange sense of awareness started to wash over her.

  Soon the spell wore off and reality started to sink back into her. She tried to pull away from him but he would not let her go. She put both her hands on his chest and with a sudden burst of strength pushed him away from her making him stumble backwards. He looked startled by her sudden outburst and she knew it was her que to escape.

  He got back to his sens
es and tried to grab her one more time but she managed to turn around and run towards the door ignoring his shouts demanding her to come back. She grabbed the door handle and quickly pulled the door open and ran into the endless corridors. She ran till she could no longer breathe and only stopped once she was safely back to the empty green room.

  She locked the door behind her and pressed her back against the door. Tears rolling down her cheeks. She covered her mouth muffling her sobs. She could still feel his touch on her skin and more tears rolled down her cheeks. What had she done? How could she let him do this to her?

  Nobody had ever made her feel the way he had made her feel and she hated it; she hated the way her body had submitted to him when he had tried to take advantage of her. She wiped away her tears as a strong realization started to sink into her, she needed to get the hell out of here and soon.

  CHAPTER 5

  Victor wanted her the minute he had laid his eyes on her on that alleyway, and now that he has had a taste of her he wanted her more than anything else. He had purposely got Simon: the guy who took care of his dancers; to put her on the front line but much to his delight, the guy had gone a step ahead and made her the lead dancer.

  “She’s one of my best dancers,” he had gushed when he had asked him about her. The guy seemed to be fond of her and the way his face had paled when he had demanded him to put her on the front line he knew that the girl meant something to him. He had told him that she did not perform on the front line but Victor had turned a deaf ear to his argument.

  He wanted to see how a shy timid girl would do on a front line and boy how wrong was he. The girl who had walked into the stage was a seductress and not the shy timid girl he had seen earlier. The girl on stage was a goddess and the way her body had rocked under the shining stage lights he knew that under that soft skin of the innocent girl hides a captivating temptress.