Hellmatch: The Mafia's Heir novel Chapter 4

|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||

The air thickened around me, suffocating without any proper reason since I couldn't feel anything except those tattooed arms around my waist. Each time, we moved with the rhythm, his sleeves rolled up, displaying those scary tattoos.

It was just a dance! Did he have to threaten me like that?

His eyes held a contended smile when my body moved along as per his wishes..well, it was an order. He asserted his name like a king as if he could do anything if I refused to compile his order. I never wanted to dance with him since his presence scared the hell out of me. The intimidation was so much that I could barely breathe properly. But my father's business wasn't running too well in these last years. I didn't want to put his business in danger because of my disturbing mood.

" You were in love By Bryska" were playing in the background. The slow, sensual tone was developing an unhealthy romantic atmosphere, not for me.

" Why are you doing this to me? Do we even know each other?", I mouthed, sighing in relief when the beat allowed me to step away from him.

His lips curved up maliciously, watching my move with so much intensity that left me breathless. His arms brought me closer again, forcing me to bump into his solid chest. His muscles felt so strong that I could feel them through clothes. He breathed his words out, wiggling his ass to match my rhythm,

" I get what I like, pretty girl. It was just a dance yet you turned me down.. again.."

My brows rose up to tighten, wondering what he meant by 'again' because we just knew each other.

Didn't we?

My lips parted to ask him back then I saw those envious glares from ladies. A few steps back, I spotted Anastasia with a pale face. Next to her, Jasper was clenching his jaw hard. A pure bliss of satisfaction poured over my heart. I was even more eager to dance with this Mr.Azarel De Luca now. Getting out of my discomfort zone, I wrapped my arms around his neck passionately. His eyes held a surprise for a moment then he reacted by pressing me harder against him. Suddenly, his touch on my waist felt burning as if they were waking some sleeping demons inside me.

How could a man be so intimidating and sexy at the same time?

I bit my lips, wondering and looked deep into his mysterious eyes. He groaned, giving me a sly smirk,

" I like it when you are trying to act daring."

I rolled my eyes, groaning internally,

" I am always like that. Can we stop the dance now? Everyone is watching!"

He chuckled, raising his brows playfully,

" Isn't that what you wanted?"

My jaw dropped, wondering how the hell he knew about my intention.

Was it too obvious to observe, Jasper?

" I have an offer for you, Miss Stevens.", he voiced, holding up slightly before placing my feet down. His voice didn't sound good to me yet I was eager to know what this devil-like man had his store for me.

I murmured, stretching my arms in the air to flow with the nearly ending beat,

" What's that? I have already danced like you wished."

He let out a dark chuckle, dragging me closer to put my thumbs on his shoulder,

" Be my mistress! I can give you anything!"

As if I was electrified, I pushed him away, jumping back to stare at him in disbelief. No wonder, he was nice to me from the beginning. No wonder, he was trying to blackmail me. Because he was no exceptional than others who considered us models as their personal whores.

As his smirk didn't fade away from his lips, I stomped forward, anger getting out of control. Without any words, I slapped him hard with disgust,