The Taming (Wild Cats Part Two): Erotic Romance Series (3 page)

“I’m here because--”

“You’re here because you want to. I didn’t force you. As for your dress code, you will wear the clothes I bought you because I will not tolerate you embarrassing both of us with your ridiculous, ugly clothes. I am a man with acquaintances in high places and I expect everything to be proper when I go out. That includes my escort. If you don’t like it, then you don’t like me. I do not mix my past with my present. You belong to my present so my past is irrelevant to you. As far as you are concerned, I was born the day we met.”

“Yes, but you pressured me to discuss my past with you!”

“I did, because it interferes with your behavior in the present. And if I recall correct, you refused to discuss anything further than the death of your parents."

“You didn’t ask again…”

“Because I respected your privacy, a thing I expect from you, too.”

He'd nailed her to the wall not only with his stare but with his logic, no doubt about it. 

She decided to throw him a question based on instinct since she couldn't be as analytic as him.Not eith her emotions running all over the place. “Where do you live?”

His eyes widened, showing surprise and… admiration? In a few seconds that expression had disappeared already, making her wonder if she had imagined it.

“What is that supposed to mean? You have seen my house. You have practically lived in it for the past month.”

“I have seen a house, a dreamy castle coming out of the pages of a fiction story. I just don’t think I’ve seen your home.”

Her observations overwhelmed him. Was he more transparent than he thought or was her instinct so powerful? It must have been the second and that would mean he'd truly underestimated her, no doubt about it. Her mind was cunning and astonishing. He had to turn her thinking to a different direction. 

He smiled playfully.

“Surely, you don’t mean I have the Castle as a cover while I secretly live somewhere else, like a building somewhere inside the city, do you? If you do, you should cut back on those spying novels you read so much. They really trouble your mind, I think." Before she could even think of what to say to that, he went on. "But let’s return to your charming declaration of independence, shall we? This… time for yourself, thing. What exactly does it mean? Meeting maybe... your nice slut friends in this notorious, dangerous stripping club where they perform the most...
ancient
kind of service? Is this what you want personal time for? This is the reason why you refuse me the pleasure of your company?"

Shock, fear, and then anger filled her. 

Chapter Seven

“YOU HAD me followed?!” 

The feeling of being followed all the time was now making complete sense. At least she wasn’t paranoid, as she had almost started to believe.

“From the very moment I decided to allow you to enter my life, you have been constantly followed and monitored by my people. A woman of your background is not the safest choice for a mistress, so I had to act accordingly. And keep your voice down. People are staring at us.” 

Now his voice was also louder than before and he was obviously, trying to control his anger.

The rage growing after every word he said was now like a derailed train. Everything became red. Complete, fire-burning red. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. She stood, pushed her chair on the floor, threw a glass of water at his face, and told him in exact terms what to shove up his ass.

She ran as swiftly as she could out of the restaurant.

THE BLACK sports car had already reached the taxi Iliana was in and was driving right beside them. Although it could easily overtake them, so far the two cars moved side by side, making the taxi driver anxious as he looked from the rear mirror at the other car’s headlights.

"Oh, come on you psycho! I’m letting you pass. Go on and do it before someone comes from the opposite side and turns you into a sticker, you moron!”

Iliana, sitting at the back seat of the taxi, couldn’t see the other driver’s face through the dark windows of his car, but was certain that he was furious. His green eyes would be cold and his mouth would have definitely turned into one thin straight line.

It was probably not such a good idea that she left running like hell from the luxurious restaurant after pouring that glass of water all over his face, making all those phony-aristocrats sitting at the tables around them stare in complete shock and embarrassing him like that. But she was so angry! She thought she has a head-start because he would still have to pay before he could leave the restaurant, especially since she found a taxi immediately considering the pouring rain outside and the late hour. She hoped he wouldn’t follow her anyway. But she was totally wrong, of course! Such an insult in his favorite restaurant where everyone knew him was a deed he would never leave unpunished.

As she considered the option to warn the taxi driver about the unusual circumstances of this chase, the car beside them accelerated with an angry roar, passed in front of them and in matters of seconds had disappeared up ahead in the night. 

For a moment she relaxed with the thought the chase had ended. 

Then again, was not.

The sudden hitting of the brakes almost threw her body from the back seat to the front. 

The tires screamed as the taxi driver tried to immobilize the car before hitting the tall man in black, who was standing in the middle of the road with one hand raised as if he could repel the tons of metal running towards him. 

And yet, he did. The car’s bumper stopped a few inches away from his knees!

She felt like all hairs were raised all over her entire body! He could have been killed, the idiot! But as angry as she was she also knew she should be afraid.

And her first thought after that was to secure the door beside her.

But she was too late. 

Chapter Eight

IT OPENED wide and his hand grabbed her firmly by the arm and pulled her brutally into the dark rainy night. 

She found herself stuck to his steel-hard body and the shock of the harsh bump froze her still. His right arm wrapped tightly around her waist and his left hand pulled her hair so that her face turned up to his. But all she could see was the shape of his head. The light was behind him.

But the icy, satisfied whisper in her ear surely raised whatever body hair was still un-raised. It gave her chills all over.

“Gotcha."

She struggled to break free but the handle around her waist was like iron. She couldn’t move an inch away from him. Suddenly, she realized that his manhood was rubbing on her belly and it was alive... so hard in its arousal that it felt like a steel rod. 

That’s when she really knew she was in big trouble. She tried to scream but his mouth interrupted the attempt. This was no kiss. It was an attack. His tongue pushed inside her mouth violently, aggressively, cutting her breath short. His lips crushed hers and his teeth bit her upper lip hard, making it bleed. Her heart shook with fear. But not only that.

A familiar sense of unwanted excitement was present there, too.

He stopped kissing her. She licked her lips. She tasted blood. She hated herself when she felt more excited because of it, like with the phone sex. she didn't want it, but why was she feeling it?!

“My wife tends to get a little impulsive every time we fight. She keeps running away and I run after her. You know how it is…”

He talked to the taxi driver who, all this time, watched them, still sitting inside the taxi, clearly not knowing what to do. Without loosening his handle over her, Nickolas pulled out of his pocket a big pack of notes and threw it to the taxi driver telling him at the same time how silly women could be, as a guy-to-guy talk. 

Before she realized what happened, the driver turned the taxi around and disappeared towards the road they had come from. 

“Coward, greedy little man!” she whispered to the driver who was already gone. Her voice was trembling.

Nickolas’ almost diabolical laughter was heard even through the pouring rain. His arm loosened up a little and she got her chance. First lesson she ever learned in the hood, thank god for Ramon! 

What to do when a man won’t let go and she wore heels. 

She stepped on his shoe with her pointed heel as hard as she could and he released her, moaning from pain.

She ran like hell.

Unfortunately, running on a dark, wet road wearing high-heeled stiletto shoes was not a sport indicated for such an occasion. She had moved only a few steps when his hand grabbed her hair and turned her around in an elaborate move, as if they were dancing. Tears filled her eyes because of the burning pain this caused on her scalp and once more she found her face stuck on his chest with his one hand gripping her hair firmly and his other winding just under her bum, lifting her above the ground. 

Now, not only that she couldn’t move, but she could hardly breathe as well.

Holding her like this that she could not find a way to escape again, Nickolas started walking to his car which was parked at the side of the road, whistling a happy tune like he was having a fun walk in the countryside. That made her even more frightened, mostly because she could feel the waves of fury pouring out of his body and his tensed muscles.

She had to find a way to get out of this in one piece, she thought. But feeling his rage, this option seemed very distant at the moment. He was a determined, merciless man with a bruised ego and she was at his complete disposal in an empty, dark road. She wouldn’t go down without a fight, though. Even when she's really more scared now. 

Strange that she felt more alive, too.

Chapter Nine

NICKOLAS WAS fuming.

After all the money and effort he'd spent in trying to build a solid reputation for himself because this was part of the grand scheme of his life, it could all be ruined by this stray kitten who gave the performance of her life in front of a people, same people he probably couldn’t control to make sure this story wouldn’t make it to the press. 

And not only did he not have time to organize damage control, he had to drive like crazy in the night to run after her. His bodyguards would not be very far from here, ordered to stay where they could watch the perimeter outside but not see what's happening inside. Otherwise, they could both be easily murdered on this empty road if his enemy was watching.

But that was the only part he cared about. At this point, he was so madly out of control. She has to be taught her lesson. 

She has to be tamed once and for all.

Because there's no other way. He wasn't willing to let her go. He wasn't sure he could live with that, or live without her in his life. He was damn with and damn without. He rather chose to be with Iliana. 

He didn’t plan on telling her about those people following her because doing so would entail that he tell her other things he wasn't sure he could say. But when he learned that she went alone to that strip club, he freaked out. 

He was forced to order his men to follow her inside and watch her very closely, even if it meant they might blow their cover, to make sure she would be completely safe. The main reason he had her followed 24 hours a day was to protect her. 

It was the same reason a car with four bodyguards followed him, too, everywhere. Association with him made her vulnerable. And if his enemy found out who she really was...

She'd be in even bigger danger.

She had to be taught obedience. Tonight could never be repeated, no matter what. Since he chose her to be by his side, she would have to play by his rules. And that was not an option for her to choose. It would happen whether or not she enjoyed the process… which would be very stimulating to find out. 

He knew he would definitely enjoy it. 

And he could guess she would as well…and hate herself for it. But in doing so, there would be no doubt that she wanted him.

He wanted this girl and he would have her, exactly the way he had planned. Even if it meant all hell breaking loose. Now.

He threw her down at the ground violently, just in front of the lighted headlights of his car. 

She felt her back and head shook from the impact with the wet, hard soil and for a brief moment, she saw colorful bursts of light at the back of her eyelids. She tried to lift her body from the soil while trying to focus. He was standing above her, silently watching her as she sprawled on the ground. The rain has stopped and now, with the lights on, she could see his face and his expression was… not good.

“Are you out of you mind? Let me go!” Her voice sounded weak and frightened.

He didn’t answer. His eyes traveled from her face down to her body as if he was undressing her just by looking. Her dress was soaking wet, so thin now that it didn’t hide much. His eyes stopped on her breasts, half-visible under the low neckline. His tongue licked his lips playfully and she could almost feel it on her body. Her nipples immediately rose up to the occasion and their outlines could be seen through her clothes, as if saying they missed being licked and played by his tongue. She covered her chest with her hands but knew he had already seen it. His eyes continued moving down her body, and suddenly they became like flames. Feverish. Full of pure, unadulterated lust.

She realized that her attempt to cover herself caused her more trouble. Her already too-short dress hitched higher up her thighs, almost up to her hips. And since he's commanded she didn't wear any underwear when she was dressing up... she could only imagine how she looked.

His eyes flared.

She almost jumped to escape but he was already all over her. They struggled on the ground with him on top and her under him. She tried to kick him in his groin, to bite him, to pull his hair. No success. His legs immobilized hers on the ground in a position that gave no hindrance to his fully-turned on manhood. It burned on her spot as he grind it to her, and moaned a guttural sound as if the movement satisfied him to no end. He stretched her hands over her head, holding them with one hand, the other firmly held her chin so she could not avoid his face. Their eyes held each other. What she saw inside of them scared the hell out of her. It held menace. And the promise that there would be no retribution. That she would get the full impact of his punishment tonight.

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