More Than Lust novel Chapter 21

Grace's pov

My eyes wondered around the club. I thought it's some kind of business party. What are we doing in club. I am not dressed according to the club code.

Guards quickly opened the door for us, may be they know him. We entered the club and first floor was empty. Only clicking voice of cutlery by the waiters.

He led me towards second floor and i visibly gulped when I saw people there.

Chairs were arranged in rectangular form. Few of them were already sitting on the velvet chairs. 

Chief greeted few of them in Italian and sat on his chair. I was about to sit beside him but he grabbed my wrist and gestured me to sit on his lap.

What!?

I have never sit on his lap. It will be so uncomfortable and why would I sit on devil's lap like a child.

"Chief can I sit there?"

I asked hesitated.

He glared at me and pulled me on his lap.

I gasped when I landed on his lap but quickly composed myself.  He wrapped his hand around my waist and other rested on my thigh.

"Don't use your little mind... We are not here for party."

He warned. I looked up at him confused as he covered my exposed leg with my dress.

If not party then what is this? Why i am on his lap?

I sat there uncomfortably. It's so weird. Why can't they give me seperate chair?

He is holding me like he owns me, well he does for more few days but that doesn't mean he can show it publicly. I am strictly prohibited for talking about our relationship and he is taking me to the parties like he is my lover.

I released a sigh and tried to make myself comfortable on his lap but it's literally impossible. His scent is teasing my mind. It's a beautiful smell but it has so many terrifying memories attached to it. It reminds me of every painful night.

He always makes me cum but there are hardly few days when I have felt pleasure. Most of the time he takes his anger on me.

Still i feel lucky enough that he isn't beating me or worst.

I slowly looked up at him. Even after sitting on his lap i am still reaching to his shoulder. He is really tall and handsome Italian man.

If it wasn't for his occupation and behavior then i would have definitely fall for him. His eyes are enough to lure any woman.

His long eyelashes will put any woman to shame.

Beautiful things are always dangerous. For me he is definition of danger.

He tilted his head and looked down at me, i quickly looked at my lap trying to avoid his gaze. God! He saw me looking at him. I hope he doesn't misunderstand.

Slowly chairs started filling. Just like me most of women were sitting on laps like queens. I can clearly see proudness on their faces. May be they are wives but if wives are sitting on laps then why me, i am not his wife.

Like i wanted few girls are sitting beside their partners too. Why i can't sit like this?

My eyes widened when I saw one girl sitting at man's feet. What the hell is this? What's going on here?

I looked up at him with questioningly. Should I ask him? Will he answer? Will he care about my curiosity.

May be he read my face.

"She is sex slave..."

He answered.

Oh my god! Are those things still in existence. Which world is this? It's terrifying.

"Mafia world!.."

He Smirked and I looked at him like a deer caught in headlights.

I gulped and took away.

"I want your girl..."

I heard One man who is sitting beside us. He was looking at the girl with very nasty look.