Dark Seduction (Chicago Bratva)

Chapter 3

Dalia

“ I want to know everything about you,” he says, his voice smooth and inviting.

I blink, feeling like I’m in a dream. We’re seated in a luxurious restaurant in downtown Chicago, the city glittering outside the windows. The atmosphere is almost surreal.

A tinge of nervousness creeps into my voice. “You can’t possibly want to know everything about me.”

“Au contraire,” he replies, a twinkle in his eye. “Spare no details.”

I laugh, trying to shake off the nerves. “Do you want me to start with the tragic story of how my car ended up in the shop? The mechanic wasn’t entirely wrong, you know. I hadn’t been taking the best care of it.” I lean in closer to him as I confess.

He laughs, a rich, deep sound that makes my heart skip a beat. “You can start there, or anywhere else you’d like. As long as I get to learn more about you.”

I take a deep breath, looking into those piercing gray eyes, feeling a strange comfort in his attentive gaze.

He sits back, giving me a thoughtful look. “How about you start with what’s troubling you?”

My eyes flash with surprise. “How do you know something’s troubling me?” I ask shyly, glancing down at my simple jeans and blouse, a stark contrast to the luxury of the restaurant. I can’t help but feel out of place while he appears completely at ease, fitting right in as if he owns the establishment.

“In my line of work, understanding people and their motivations can be the difference between life and death,” he says calmly.

I narrow my eyes, suspicion growing. He’s not using a figure of speech. “What exactly do you do for a living?”

He smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m a manager in my family’s business.”

I can sense he’s leaving a lot out. “Uh-huh, and what kind of business is that?”

He leans in slightly, his gaze intense. “We manage… a variety of enterprises.”

I raise an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. “Variety of enterprises, huh? Sounds like something straight out of a mafia movie.”

He chuckles, clearly amused by my sass. “You’ve got a sharp tongue, Dalia. I like that.”

I smirk, feeling a bit bolder. “And you’ve got a knack for avoiding questions. I’m not sure if I like that.”

He nods, acknowledging my point. “Fair enough. Let’s just say it’s complicated. But right now, I’m more interested in hearing about you.”

I take a deep breath, deciding to let it slide for now. “Alright, well, you were right. There’s a lot troubling me. Besides my car being a mess, my husband cleaned out our bank accounts and was cheating on me with his secretary.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he stays silent, letting me continue.

“And to top it all off, I lost my job because my boss is best friends with my ex-whatever he is.”

He leans back, his expression thoughtful. “That’s quite a lot to deal with.”

I nod, feeling the weight of it all again. “Yeah, you could say that.”

He reaches across the table, taking my hand in his. “I’m sorry you’ve been through so much. But tonight, let’s focus on you. Tell me more.”

The dinner flies by, our conversation flowing effortlessly. I find myself opening up to him more than I ever thought I would. Between the food, the wine, and his company, I feel happy for the first time in a long while. As I finish my dessert—a rich, velvety chocolate mousse—I look around, expecting the check.

He notices and asks, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just waiting for the check,” I reply, a bit sheepish. “I want to contribute to it.”

He laughs, a deep, warm sound that makes me smile. “There’s no check, it’s all on my tab.”

I frown slightly. “Well, in that case, let me pay you back by taking you out to dinner. Though on my budget, it might have to be Chik-fil-A.”

He leans forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that causes my blood pressure to spike. “The only thing I want is more of your company.”

I sense a sexual undertone in his words, making my pulse quicken. He glances out of the window toward a nearby skyscraper, then looks back at me.

“I own a penthouse in that hotel,” he says smoothly. “If you’d like a change of scenery.”

My pussy clenches at the thought, and I can barely suppress the excitement in my voice. “Sure,” I say, my heart racing.

He smiles before standing up and offering his hand. “Let’s go.”

As soon as the elevator doors close behind us, we're all over each other. Our lips collide in a hard, deep kiss as his big, strong hands roam over my body with a possessive urgency. I can feel his hardness through his slacks—there's no doubt his cock is huge.

The elevator starts to ascend, and Lev pulls back just enough to growl, "I want you right here, right now."

A jolt of nerves hits me. "What if we get caught?" I gasp, my voice breathy with excitement.

He smirks, hitting the stop button. "This is the penthouse elevator—nice and private."

Before I can respond, he pounces on me like a wild animal, pressing me against the elevator wall. His hands slide under my shirt. His touch sets my skin on fire, and I moan into his mouth as he kisses me fiercely.

The thrill of the moment, the danger, the sheer intensity of his desire, all make me feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in ages. My hands fumble with his belt, desperate to free him, to feel him inside me. Lev groans, a deep, primal sound that sets my blood on fire.

This is insane but I don’t care. All I want is him, right here, right now.

He quickly opens my button and zipper, exposing my lacy black panties with a delicate floral pattern that’s just a little bit naughty. His hand slides across my flat belly, then down into my panties. The second his fingers make contact, I moan, a desperate sound that echoes in the small space of the elevator. This is what I’ve been craving since I first laid eyes on him.

“I love that you’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmurs.

I moan and nod, my hips instinctively bucking against his hand. He teases me at first, his fingers skimming over my clit, then dipping lower to explore my slick folds. The teasing drives me wild and I whimper with need.

Then, without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside me, his thumb circling my clit with perfect pressure. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash through me. He works me expertly, his fingers moving in a rhythm that has me teetering on the edge of release.

“Come for me,” he demands, his voice a low growl.

With a final thrust of his fingers, I explode, my orgasm ripping through me with incredible intensity. I cling to him, gasping for breath as pleasure floods every nerve in my body. He continues to work me through it, his touch both commanding and surprisingly tender.

He’s dominating, and to my surprise, I like it. As I come down from the high, I look up at him, my eyes glazed with satisfaction and awe. He pulls his fingers from my panties, licking them clean with a satisfied smirk.

“That was incredible,” I whisper, still trembling.

He chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We’re just getting started, Dalia.”

I shiver with anticipation, knowing that this night is far from over.

We stumble out of the elevator and into the penthouse suite. The room is incredible—plush carpets, sleek modern furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the Chicago skyline. But I barely register any of it, my focus entirely on the man in front of me.

He looks at me with the eyes of an animal who's just spotted his prey, like a beast in desperate need of a rut. His gaze is intense, almost feral, and it makes my heart race.

“That was so fucking sexy, watching you come like that,” he says, his voice dripping with lust. The words make my knees weak, my body trembling with anticipation.

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. “From now on, you’ll refer to me as sir. Understood?”

Sir?

Why the hell not?

I nod, feeling a thrill run through me. “Yes, sir.”

“Say it again,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, sir,” I repeat, loving the way the words sound coming out of my mouth.

“Good. Now, strip,” he orders, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Yes, sir,” I reply, my tone lusty and low. I begin to undress, my hands shaking slightly as I peel off my clothes, one piece at a time. His eyes darken with desire as I reveal more of my body, and the anticipation builds with every second.

Standing naked before him, I feel a mix of vulnerability and power. I can tell he’s holding back, but the intensity in his gaze tells me he won’t be able to for long.

"Go to the bedroom and lie on your back," he commands.

I turn to obey, but he grabs me by the jaw, pulling me into a hard, deep kiss first. His tongue probes my mouth, tasting delicious and intoxicating. When he finally lets go, I’m breathless. As I walk away, he gives my bottom a firm swat.

I gasp, a smile creeping onto my lips. It’s surprisingly hot.

I lie down on the bed, completely bare, feeling the cool sheets against my skin. He removes his shirt, revealing a physique that’s nothing short of breathtaking—powerful and muscular—every inch of him exuding strength and control.

"Show yourself to me," he orders, his eyes dark with desire.

I know exactly what he means. Reaching down, I part my lips, exposing myself to him. His eyes devour the sight, and a low growl escapes his throat.

"You're sexy as hell," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, sir," I whisper, my body trembling with anticipation.

He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. The heat of his body is almost unbearable, and the look in his eyes makes my heart race. This is more of what I've been craving, what I've needed since the moment I laid eyes on him.

"Take off my pants," he orders, his voice rough with desire.

As I reach down to unbutton his pants, he covers my neck and breasts with kisses, his mouth hot and urgent. He sucks on my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I manage to get him out of his pants, and when his cock is finally exposed, it takes my breath away. It's long and thick, the sight of it making me even wetter.

"Do you want protection?" he asks, his eyes locking onto mine.

"No," I whisper. "I'm on the pill. I want to feel you."

"Show me where you want me."

I grasp his warm, thick cock, guiding it to my entrance. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. As his head presses against my pussy, I shiver with excitement. Slowly, he glides into me, and it feels like his cock was made for me.

A low moan escapes my lips as he pushes deeper, the sensation overwhelming. He moves with a steady, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. It’s like he’s claiming me, and I love every second of it. The stretch is deliciously intense and I respond eagerly to every inch of him, tightening around him, drawing him in even further.

He feels incredible inside me, his cock filling me completely, hitting all the right spots. The heat between us builds, the connection growing stronger with every thrust. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing him deeper.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Do you like the way my cock feels inside of you?”

"Yes, sir," I breathe, my hands gripping his shoulders. "Don't stop. Please.”

He begins to thrust into me with raw power, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My breasts bounce with the force of his collisions, and I can see his muscles flexing and tensing, a beautiful display of strength and dominance.

"I'm gonna come," I gasp, my voice shaky with impending release.

"Do it," he growls, his eyes never leaving mine.

With his command, I let go, a second climax crashing over me with incredible force. My body convulses around his cock, the pleasure so intense it leaves me breathless.

When my orgasm finally subsides, he doesn’t miss a beat. He grabs me by the hips, flipping me over as if I weigh nothing at all. His thick, muscular arm wraps around my waist, pulling my ass into the air. Without hesitation, he plunges his cock back into me, the new angle sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through my body.

"Fuck," I moan, the sensation overwhelming. His grip is firm, possessive, and I can feel his raw strength as he drives into me.

His thrusts are relentless, each one pushing me closer to yet another orgasm. I brace myself against the bed, my body responding eagerly to his every move.

He fucks me with a primal intensity, the force of his movements causing my body to rock forward. I brace myself against the bed, surrendering to the passionate energy he pours into every stroke. His cock drives into me, filling me completely, hitting all the right spots with a precision that leaves me gasping for breath.

My moans mix with his grunts, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room. I can feel the heat building inside me again, my climax approaching rapidly under his relentless assault. He grips my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushes us both to the edge.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to come with me."

“Yes, sir.”

With a final, powerful thrust, my orgasm hits, crashing through me with a force that leaves me breathless and trembling. My pussy clenches around his cock, milking him as I scream out in pleasure. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, and I feel like I'm floating, completely consumed by the sensation.

He joins me, erupting inside me with a guttural groan. I feel the warmth of his cum, each pulse sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body as he spills himself deep inside me.

The feeling is indescribable, his release amplifying my own pleasure. We ride the wave together, his body tensed and powerful above me, mine trembling and spent beneath him. As the intensity slowly fades, we collapse together, our breathing heavy, hearts racing, bodies entwined.

He slowly pulls out of me, and I can feel him dripping from my pussy as he gently maneuvers us into a spooning position. His strong arms wrap around me with surprising tenderness, his lips trailing soft kisses along my shoulder and neck before finally capturing my own in a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Thank you,” I whisper, feeling total contentment. “I needed that.”

He chuckles softly, his breath warm against my skin. “The pleasure was all mine,” he murmurs. Then, with a grin I can almost hear, he adds, “Well, maybe not all of it.”

A big smile spreads across my face and I snuggle closer to him. As I drift off to sleep, wrapped securely in his arms, I realize that this night has just changed everything.

I know I've experienced something incredible, something raw and real that I never knew I needed until now.

I begin to open my eyes, early morning light pouring in through the windows. I’m in that hazy, in-between state where I can’t tell if I’m awake or dreaming. I’m still in the hotel, and through bleary eyes, I watch Lev as he slips out of bed.

I get a wonderful view of his perfect ass, toned and muscular, the kind of ass that looks like it’s been sculpted by the gods themselves. My gaze drifts up, and I notice something I hadn’t seen last night. His back is covered in scars. Faint, crisscrossing lines that tell a story of a past I can’t even begin to imagine.

Who is this guy?

He glances over his shoulder, catching me watching him.

“It’s early—go back to sleep.”

Just like all the other commands he’s given me, I obey. My eyes flutter closed, and I drift back into the comforting embrace of sleep, my mind swirling with thoughts of the mysterious man I’ve just spent the night with.

I wake up a couple hours later, this time to the bright light of late morning.

Lev's no longer in bed beside me. I assume he's somewhere else in the penthouse, so I throw on a robe I find hanging on the back of the door, taking a moment to savor the amazing room and the breathtaking view of the city.

I glance at the clock and remember my interview is at eleven—I can't linger for too long. I start looking around for Lev, but there's no trace of him. The penthouse feels strangely empty.

As I wander into the kitchen, I spot an envelope on the counter. My heart skips a beat as I open it. Inside is a note, and to my shock, a thick stash of cash. I'm stunned, my mind racing with questions.

I unfold the note, my curiosity piqued. It's short and to the point, written in a bold, confident script:

Dalia,

Last night was amazing. I hope you feel the same way. The money is for you to get a fresh start. You’ve been through enough. Before you object, you don’t owe me anything.

I spoke with your “friend” at the repair shop. Your car is ready to be picked up, and there will be no charge.

Sorry to renege on our payment plan arrangement.

— Lev

I read it twice, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

Well, Lev, you certainly know how to make an exit.

Gratitude and relief bubble up, but there's a tinge of reluctance too. I don't want to take the money, but I know I'm in no position to turn it down.

I look at the thick stack of cash, knowing this is my ticket to a fresh start, even if it stings my pride a bit. I fold the note and slip it back into the envelope, determination settling in. Time to face the day and make the most of this unexpected twist.

I get dressed and slip the money into my purse, still grappling with the idea of taking it. Who the hell is this guy? I only got his first name. I consider asking the front desk, but then I realize they’re not going to give his info to some random woman who stayed over.

I step over to the window, looking out at the sprawling city below. Despite the whirlwind of the past twenty-four hours, I feel a newfound confidence rising within me. Ready to put my past behind me, I take a deep breath and smile.

Time for act two of my life.