Chapter 2 Fuck You For Winning

Evangeline's POV

At first I thought he was one of the regular bodyguards, but I remembered seeing him close to Nico. The hairs at my back stood on end, and I felt watched like prey.

I whipped my head around stylishly and Nico's eyes were on me, bloodshot. I picked up my drink and took a nice gulp.

I turned around again, and he was still looking. Locking eyes with him, I spoke to his bodyguard.

“Tell your master to come himself if he wants to meet me.” I flashed him a seductive grin.

I didn't even know I had it in me to be so audacious. I was disgusted by his character, but my body suddenly didn't seem to mind it.

The bodyguard went straight to him and whispered in his ears. I watched a smirk assault his features and it was too beautiful, I had to look away before I'd lose control of myself and everything else.

The bodyguard approached me again.

“My boss doesn't take no for an answer.”

I gave him a disgusted look, before I let out a hearty laugh, with every intention to mock him, making it as loud as it would reach his ears.

“Well, I don't give a flying fuck about your boss. How about that? If he's not ready to meet, he should forget it.” I replied in a carefree manner, internally scared out of my mind.

My throat dried up as the bodyguard eventually left.

I didn't expect it to work, but I soon came face to face with the devil. He took precise steps behind me until he reached me.

If seeing him from afar was already affecting me, just imagine the emotions that ran through me when he came to stand right in front of me as I sat.

I forgot I was meant to be in control instantly.

Still, I tried my best to act unbothered.

“Congratulations, Miss…?”

“Nelson.” I lied, my breathing laboured. The air seemed to retreat in fear. People stared.

“Beautiful, but what's your name?”

“Gia.”

“Gia,” He repeated thoughtfully as he stared at my face, and his brown eyes darkened to ebony black in an instant.

“And how may I help you?” I stammered, despite trying to sound confident.

He found my question so ridiculous, he chuckled darkly.

“I'm assuming you don't know who I am? Tourist?” His voice was buttery, soothing to the ears, soothing to the flesh in between my legs.

“You could say that.”

“How about we discuss things in private?”

I smiled. There we go. Nico is an idiot. I already knew he had no plans to hurt me, based on the way he was staring at me.

I followed him out, let him wrap an arm around my waist, all the way to the backseat of a huge car with him.

He went straight into business.

“You're beautiful.”

“Thank you.” My stomach flipped, butterflies filling it up.

“Any plans for the night?”

“Maybe to celebrate my win.” I shrugged my shoulders, teasing him.

“How about we celebrate it together?” He gave me a look that depicted beastly attributes, heavy hunger and craving. He wanted me, just like I had hoped.

“Sounds very tempting. I could take you up on your offer, but maybe not.” I teased, like it wasn't my intention the whole time.

“What do I have to do then? What do you want?” Now he sounded desperate, and I could feel him peeling my clothes off with his eyes. It was that serious.

I did want something, but it wasn't something he was willing to freely give.

A flashdrive. My husband knew he had it because Nico was never without it no matter what. It sat right there in his suit breast pocket. If I could get it on time, I wouldn't even need to sleep with him. If only..

“What can you offer me? You just lost to me, remember?” I cocked a teasing brow at him and he smiled in defeat. Somehow I didn't trust that.

“I can offer you a great night, Gia. Trust me.”

“Sounds like it's something you want from me still, not the other way around.”

He didn't return my smirk. He seemed to have lost his patience.

“You see. I don't beg, Gia. Are you in or not?” The car shook with tension.

Did I just get comfortable with this man for the past ten minutes? Am I insane? I remembered why I was here because apparently, I had been busy flirting out of my own free will the whole time.

“No. Maybe you should drop me here. My driver will come pick me up.” I said an obvious lie and he caught on.

“Like hell I will. Come here.” I had never straddled a man so fast in my entire life. Just then, he pulled at my hairband, and my luscious black hair scattered across us, and he groaned. My thoughts floated back to my mission, but I couldn't concentrate.

I liked what I felt below me, he was already hard. I caught a glimpse of the drive, but I got distracted again.

“Fuck, your hair.” He groaned, grabbing my throat.

This was no longer an obligation, it became a need. I needed to have him.

Nico Moretti wasn't a kisser, so I never expected him to immediately slam his lips against mine, with intent to harm.

He sank his teeth into my lower lip, and when I winced as he drew out blood, he sucked it into his mouth. His groans were animalistic, angry that he wanted me. He gripped me too tightly.

I understood why. He always wanted to win but now I had him all messed up and going out of character.

I whimpered on top of him with want. My skin burned for more of him.

He kissed me deeper, ruthlessly. His hands were all over me, touching me everywhere his hands could get to.

I didn't expect to be kissed, and I didn't expect to like it so much, or the taste of whiskey and his mouth.

Just like that, I forgot all about the flash dive, why I was there. I was trapped in my own mind-provoking thoughts of him, although I had a husband at home waiting.

“Fuck this shit.” He cursed under his breath at one point. Like I was some whore, he grabbed me and stormed out of the car with me, and we headed up a flight of stairs.

At least that's what I could make out of what was happening as I had my legs wrapped around his waist.

I was in so deep, I didn't even realize that the monster brought me right into his lair.

I was thrown on the bed, his bed and I wasn't given a second to settle before he mounted me, ripped my dress off me and began to leave angry bite marks all over my breasts. Antonio will be so mad for letting him, but I didn't want him to stop.

It would kill me if he stopped.

A loud uncontrollable moan escaped me when Nico laid his tongue over my nipples so expertly, or was it when he sucked them so hard, I thought they had dried up?

Nico fucked me, and he didn't use protection. He kissed me, but he didn't kiss.

“Fuck you for winning.” He cursed as he slammed into me, fucking me with all his bottled up anger. I knew I would have the best night of my life with him, getting fucked like a whore.

I had two realizations after, weak and exhausted beneath him.

Number one, I had forgotten all about my mission. How did I forget why I was

here the second he looked in my direction?

Number two, I might just be as sick as him, because how could I like sex with such a man?