So dominant

“You must be Elena,” he said, his voice low but rough enough to make me swallow hard. And his accent.. I just couldn't tell it.

I didn't reply immediately then his dark eyes scanned me, waiting for my response.I froze under his gaze, my lips parting slightly, but no sound came out.

"Ahh... your welcome," I lifted the cocktail trying to start a conversation. "Would you like something to drink Mr....? I trailed off again, hoping he would offer his name. I had a feeling that he won’t give one. As expected, he didn't respond faster but he kept walking, stalking forwards like a predator. He was cornering me and I felt like a rabbit. The urge to flee raced up my spine but I couldn't do anything

"I would love a drink", He stopped in front of me and after a pause that felt too long, he finally reached out and circled his fingers over mine to accept the drink. His fingers were warm and he exhaled when his hand was over mine. The smile on my lips weakened, but thankfully remained in place.

I forced myself to lift the glass to my lips, pretending to sip, though I barely tasted the liquid. Every inch of him radiated control and he was so much taller than I was, towering over me so much that it left me in shadows as his frame blocked the low light overhead. The expensive suit he wore looked as though it barely contained his wide shoulders, the material straining over his muscles as he moved.

And his eyes were burning my skin as he blatantly stared at me. I froze more in place and goosebumps spread over my skin.

He was excruciatingly slow to take the drink and remove his hand from mine.

"I'm Andrey It's a great pleasure to meet you, Elena", Finally his Russian accent became unmistakable.

“Andrey,” I repeated quietly, testing the sound, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… nice to meet you.”

"Likewise. I saw your show tonight. It was wonderful", My eyes widened at that. "Oh, thank you." A soft laugh slipped through my lips before l could stop myself.

"Is something funny?", One of his dark brows lifted, and his face appeared so harsh. That instantly made me to freeze in my outfit.

“N-no, I… I just—” My voice faltered, and I pressed my lips together.

"I just didn't expect you to have seen the show", Forcing my body to move, I settled back onto the couch.

He studied me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my face then he finally sat next to me.

Despite the alcohol, I was suddenly sorely aware of my surroundings and the tension between us.

"I don't look like a man who goes to the ballet?", He questioned, and his accent got thicker. It gave me the impression he might have grown up in Russia. Of course in Mafia families. Just the thought of mafia, made my stomach to twist for a moment but I played it cool.

"At first glance I would say no," I admitted with a light shrug.

"And you're the expert!!" He chuckled. The sound surprised me so much and I answered easily.

"Ballet is my life, l… I’ve danced all my life", I spoke, suddenly warm under his intense gaze. Now that we were closer, I could clearly see his dark eyes were a light shade of brown with ocean blue flecks swirling near the pupil.

"Well, you'd be right . Tonight, was my first time to watch ballet but you made it seem so effortless,” he said, his voice low, almost a murmur. “Even to someone who knows nothing about it.”

I felt a flush creep up my neck. The way he looked at me was disarming, curious, appreciative, and somehow… commanding. The blue flecks in his eyes seemed to glow under the soft light, pulling me in, and for a moment, I forgot the nervous knot in my stomach, the tension of why I was here, the dangerous reason that had brought me to this room.

I shifted slightly on the couch, trying to act casual, though my heart was hammering. “I… I suppose it’s all practice,” I said, attempting to sound confident, but my voice betrayed a quiver.

He smiled faintly, that half-smirk that made my pulse spike again. “Practice, or whatever it is, I knew I had to have you, now come over", His words out of the blue made me remember why I was here. I froze mid-breath, my hand tightening around the glass. "Honestly I am not a pro.....", Before I could finish my words, his hand shot up with lightning speed, gripping the side of my neck. The pressure was firm but controlled, pulling me closer, tilting my face toward him.

His other hand braced my shoulder, holding me in place as his lips descended over mine. "I know", He breathed out.

"Know what?", I inwardly wondered but before I knew what was happening, our mouths parted, and his tongue was against mine then I felt his hands on my thigh and his body moving in closer.

Just like I guessed, he was probably a mafia boss because he was all dominant. Besides the fancy cologne, he also smelled a hint of smoke. He probably smoked before coming here. His kiss became rough out of the blue and I gasped softly against his lips, my fingers instinctively clutching at his arms as his dominance pressed in from every direction. My mind spun, part of me panicking, part of me caught in a strange, unwanted pull toward him.

His hands were relentless, sliding up my thigh, cupping, asserting, and every movement left no room for denial. I tried to steady my breathing, to remind myself why I was here, but the warmth of him, the commanding presence, made my thoughts scatter.

If this was how he kissed me, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what would come next.

What will really happen when he finally fucks me?!

Won't he just choke me to death?!.