Devil's Snare by Sruthionyx (open ebook TXT) 📗

Rafael stepped closer and put his head on her shoulder, asking her, “What are you doing here?”

Alzea laughed hard. He loved that laughter. The dimple in her cheeks was more prominent this time that he is closer to her, he studied her face closer this time in the dim lights of the club, she looked incredibly beautiful with her round face and bush-like eyebrows, and those beautiful brown eyes he loved to see.

“And who are you to ask me that? My daddy?” she asked, trying to get out of his hold.

Rafael laughed. “I can be your daddy if you want me to be Volpe” (vixen) he said smirking, The tone of his own voice surprised him.

Alzea was confused by his words, “Naah!! I have my dad and he is enough. Don’t want to break his heart by calling someone else dada,” she said, looking at his blue eyes.

Rafael smirked at her innocence. “What is your name, bambolina? Where are you from? What are you doing here? What are you doing to me?”, he asked, unable to control his urges. Rafael had her in his arms close by to see every small detail of hers and “why was he being sweet?” he thought to himself. He is far from sweet, he is a fucking psychopath, and he hated daddy kinks, but with this girl, it didn’t seem to be a bad idea.

“Woah!! Woah……Slow down, skipper. What makes you think I will give my details to a stranger? I am drunk, not that drunk” Alzea was indeed drunk she did not know she was playing with the devil. Rafael was getting angry. Was this her form of rejection? How dare she not tell him her details. If she was rejecting him, he will rain hellfire on her. No woman has ever rejected him, and Rafael wasn’t going to let this tiny girl reject him either.

Rafael’s hand tightened on her hips at the thought of her rejecting him. Alzea flinched and hissed, “bro!! are you crazy? you are hurting me, take your hands off me,” she said irritated. Rafael was angry listening to her irritating voice, but he was also impressed that she was brave enough to call him crazy, “you have no idea what I am piccolo, I am many things and crazy is really a small word to describe me. And I do not appreciate people calling me names. I hate it so much”. he said running his hands back and forth from her hips to her back.

The audacity of this man she thought, “Yeah!! Sure, you are hurting me, and you tell me not to call you crazy and what language is that ancient Viking?” she asked annoyed. She has an idea of what language it is, but it is her sort of coping mechanism when she is in an uncomfortable situation.

Rafael was really amused at how quirky she is, an ancient Viking? she sure is funny he thought, she is more than what meets the eye, but he wasn’t going to let her disrespect him. While she was still struggling in his hold, he wanted to have some fun with her, and give her a little taste of his psychosis.

He immediately started to drag her somewhere, “Where are you taking me”, Alzea started to wiggle out of his hold.

“Shh!! Petard (firecracker), one more word, and that guy you came with will leave without his privates”, Rafael said pushing her into a room.

Alzea’s head was spinning, “How did you know whom I came with?” she asked terrified. This type of experience is new to her, she had no clue how one knows who came with her.

“I know a lot more than you can imagine Pepe”, he said pinning her hands on either side of the door bringing his nose down to her neck and inhaling her Lilly scent and said, “hai un odore così inebriante.” (You smell so intoxicating).

The second his nose touched her neck, fear started to kick in and her high slowly started to disappear. Her fight or flight response kicked in and she tried to kick him in his balls, but Rafael anticipated her move and held her knees down with his own.

“Please, who are you? let me go…. Where am I? and I have no idea what language you speak”, she uttered terrified. Rafael pressed himself more into her, “tell me your name seduttrice” (seductress) he said kissing lightly on her neck.

The second his lips touched her neck, she stiffened. She was scared and he can feel it. The way her chest was heaving indicated that she wants to run. The room was too dark, which added to Alzea’s thumping heartbeat. Listening to Rafael’s voice, Alzea can tell he is too dominating and confident and will not hesitate to hurt her if she gives him a chance or tried to run. She knows how this works, she had seen so many crime documentaries, she knows how this could go down, and the best choice for her right now is to obey him. 

“Alzea”, she said trying not to irritate him, she is not stupid, Alzea knows she is at his mercy, and he can do anything he wants with her. She mentally cursed herself for her dark humor about kidnaps and stalkers. “Live dark humor is not good, not good at all”, she thought to herself.

He hummed shifting to her right shoulder and continued kissing there, “Alzea……” her name rolled like silk out of his mouth, she thought her name never sounded better. She mentally cursed herself for even thinking that.

“Nope, I don’t like to call you that, your parents gave you that name and everyone must be calling you that, I need to give you something unique and mine that nobody has ever dared to call you before. I will call you Sia from now on,” he said in a dark tone in between his kisses. He had no idea where he came up with that, but he liked calling her Sia. Unique to him and him only.