The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 18

For a moment Dylan saw a fleeting expression of panic on Violet's face, but then he pulled himself together. That intrigued him, seeing a hint of fear on a Morgan's face was interesting. If she wasn't going to give him the keys, then she'd get them on her own... slowly and sensually Dylan smiled as the brunette watched him, gradually tilting his head down until he was nose to nose.

-For your sake, you'd better free me from these handcuffs.

-For what? Are you planning to murder me? -I looked at him in a defiant manner.

-No, there's no need for that... not when I have better weapons against you. -What on earth are you talking about?

He widened his smile, then licked his lips to kiss Violet with such torturous slowness that he knew she would moan. His tongue slipped inside her so gently that he heard her moan as he felt the body beneath him shudder and begin to rub against his own. -Will you give me those keys?

-No," she answered with a loud gasp.

-Very good!

He looked for ways to get between her legs and with that he managed to rub his arm against her lower belly, that movement causing her to arch up and bury her nails into the nakedness of his back. She was becoming so aroused that she knew she would soon refuse to hand over the keys. He continued the torrid kisses, leaving a wet trail on the softness of her neck but while he was trying to achieve his goal he was also unwittingly falling into her trap.

Violet was so soft, so appetizing that he was beginning to replace it hard to stop the kisses. In fact if it weren't for those handcuffs on her wrists she would have ripped off that nightgown she was wearing. He was thankful that was the case, since he didn't think it was convenient to get involved with a Morgan.

-The keys, tell me where the keys are, Violet," he whispered against her ear as moans of pleasure rose from her throat.

-They're on the floor, they're on the floor," she barely answered as her body was too aroused.

Dylan took the opportunity when she was in a state of ecstasy, he leaned over the side of the bed until he spotted the tiny silver key. Taking it, he releases himself from the yoke, and then looks up at Violet who still keeps her eyes closed as if waiting for more from him. And he smiles at the thoughts he was having... he gently leans down to kiss her again, she lets him do it without any self-consciousness.

Dylan's hands played a key role in that erotic game, as they were on the sides of her ribs, very slowly they went up to her arms, sliding little by little until they reached her wrists. He intertwined his hands with hers and then slid them over her head, and that's when Violet Morgan heard the sound that made her open her eyes to see that pair of captivating yet bold eyes.

-For your safety, you'd better sleep like a good girl," Dylan sat up, releasing her hands which were cuffed to what was left of the back of the bed.

-What have you done? -He pulled the cuffs off, confirming that she was handcuffed.

-It's for your own good..." He answers, standing up.

-You're a f*****g son of a bitch, did you cuff me?

-Yes, I did. I think someone needs to give you a good hiding, Morgan.

Dallas grabs the gun, getting on Violet's nerves as she watched his every move. She thought that if this guy was the enemy she had everything to gain, he would kill her right then and there. And although such a depressing thought should cause her distress, the truth was that all she felt was an immense emptiness inside her for making accurate guesses about the identity of the man she was obsessed with and had risked so much for.

Then suddenly she watches as Dylan disassembles the gun, leaving it empty of bullets. He lays both items on a table, withdrawn from her, and then watches her. She didn't understand what the hell was going on, was it good or bad? -Who are you, Dylan Dallas?

-You'd better get some rest, I promise to let you go tomorrow," she smiles, turning around and scratching the back of her neck.

Dylan closes the door of that room letting out a sigh, he looks down at his boxer, noticing that huge bulge almost out of control. Now he was paying the consequences of that girl's antics, why couldn't he just be a little more normal? Come to cuff him to the bed. He denies as he lets out a sly chuckle, fortunately the bed was made of wood, although the pain in his wrists was excruciating he was able to free himself. She would have a much harder time freeing herself, she doubted she could break the wood.

-At least she will spend the night quietly.[...]

Standing next to a huge pine tree, Daniels visualised his house. He was at the limits of the motion sensor, he knew that if he walked any further he would set off the alarms alerting Violet and her companion... he would not be foolhardy to put his precious niece's life at risk. He watched the darkened house, the girl was cunning, of that there was no doubt. But no more so than her uncle who knew perfectly well where she intended to hide. And no more when going up that road he found the car they were in, that replaceing only confirmed to him that Violeta was hiding in the house in the mountain.

-For your safety we'd better sleep like a good boy," Dylon sat up, undoing his overalls, which were soaked in his handcuffs or what was left of the spur of the moment.

-What have you done? -Only the husband and wife confirmed that they were handcuffed.

-It's for your own good..." I answered, standing up.

-You're a f*****g son of a bitch, have you cuffed me?

-Where is she?

-In the mountain house, she's with him.

-All right, keep an eye on them tonight.

-Come on Demian, don't make me sleep here.

-I don't want to hear any complaints, Daniels. -Stay there and protect Violet.

-I think she knows how to protect herself very well, in case you don't remember it was because of her that our asses were saved.

-She's just a spoiled child.

Daniels sighs just as a blast of cold chills him to the bone. Spending the night in that place was going to be torture for the blond. He wasn't up for that anymore. -As you say.

-Daniels," Demian mentions his name with a hint of warning, "If anything happens to my daughter, I'll kill you.

-Yeah, I've heard that one before, Morgan.

The blond hangs up the call, rubs his hands together and takes one last look at the house. He'd have to spend the night in his car, never in a million years would he sleep outside in that infernal cold.

[...]

-What do you mean, you're going to kill Daniels? -His wife was listening to him.

-Violet is in the mountain house with that guy," she threw the phone on the table.

-And what are you waiting for to go after my daughter?

-I will, but not tonight. Besides, I'm sure he's activated the motion sensors. It would detect me if I crossed the line.

-Demian, my daughter is alone with an unknown subject. How can you be so calm?

He wasn't, but he trusted his daughter. She wasn't stupid, she could take care of herself very well and she had proved that to him when she killed all those guys by herself. He was really proud of her. To his bad luck, he wasn't a man who expressed his emotions... he looked sideways at his wife who was watching him with her arms up in the air, he had sat on the bed trying to get some rest but Aurora wasn't making it easy for him. So without further ado he grabbed her by the hips to lay her down on the bed roughly with him on top of her.

-I'm not in the mood for this, my daughter is....

-Shut up! -He ordered to take possession of her lips.

The years were not an impediment for Demian to make love to his wife, for he thought that the older the wine the tastier the contents. And that's what happened with his wife, she was his Achilles heel.