Chapter 6: Flirting

Arianna took her time walking down the stairs, followed by Eliazar. Santi entered the room after they reached the bottom of the stairs to fix his sleeves. Sabrina then walked in right behind him, wearing a stunning long black gown that fit her slim figure perfectly.

Her gaze was drawn to Santi's, who seemed to look over her body with his intense brown eyes. She gulped as her hands interacted, and they all unexpectedly stood across from each other.

"You look stunning, sweetie," Santi says quietly as Arianna makes eye contact with him. She tried to act as if his words didn't bother her.

"I told you I didn't want to go," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Benefits of being in charge, sweetie," Santi grins.

He then shrugged his shoulders and moved his gaze to the door, where Eliazar threw her over his shoulders.

While screaming and punching his back with her fist, she was thrown into a car, and they locked the door before she could even think about opening it. Santi sat in the driver's seat as the door next to her opened.

"Jerk, open this door!" she yelled.

He ignored her and started the engine.

"Please let me out now—"

"If you don't shut the f*ck up, I'll turn this car off and f*ck you right here, deep and hard, until you shed tears for me to stop," Santi threatened.

His words made her immediately shut up, her mouth dry, and her palms sweaty. She became hot as if her body were on fire. He was having a good time, she could tell by the look on his face. She considered jumping out, risking everything for the sake of freedom, but then she remembered her stepbrother.

She couldn't abandon him, and even though Jade is self-centered, she can't help but care for her stepbrother. The car ride was peaceful at first, and then the atmosphere was steamy and sexual.

When they pulled into a parking lot full of cars, her nerves began to fray. She couldn't help but notice Santi's veins becoming more visible as his hand turned the wheel.

She couldn't help but notice how his veins were becoming more visible. "Please, God, help me," she begged herself.

"There will be a lot of people at this dinner," Santi says.

"I expect you to behave, and if you don't, I'll punish you when we get home," Santi warned.

She bit her lower lip because she was too shy to ask how he would punish her. She simply nodded and unbuckled herself as she gazed out the window. "This is going to be so awkward," she thought to herself as she inhaled deeply.

She was taken aback when Santi opened the door for her and extended his hand to her. She took his large hand in her small one with caution.

When he started walking, the purple dress hugged her body even tighter. The security guards stationed in front of the tall building immediately prevented them from entering.

"What's your name?" one of the men inquired.

Santi then slowly looked down at the hand that was touching his suit before returning his gaze to the security guard.

Santi growls, "Do you want me to trim off your f*cking arm?" Santi appears to be keeping his cool with his hand gently touching the small of her back as the guy removes his hand.

"Santi Colly Murgoci ¡Ustedes dos son estúpidos!"

Both men tense up and cast a shadow down their faces as she observes how people bow down to him because of his name. When they opened the door, she was the first to enter, followed by Santi.

The setting was lovely; it was a pretty champagne color with amazing lighting that shone brightly on almost everyone in the room. She noticed Eliazar and Santina at the table, and they weren't alone. The entire table was full of people, and their power and wealth filled the room, but when they saw Santi, they all kept quiet.

Santi took a seat in the center of the table; on the other hand, Elazar tried to sit near Santi, but Santi refused. He forced her to sit on his lap by flushing her against his chest. When everyone caught her glare, her cheeks flushed.

"What do you think you're doing, asshole?" she asked, pulling back to stare at him.

"Everyone needs to know you're mine," he responds.

"You couldn't show them any other way," she rolled her eyes, "He must think I'm an item and not a person," she murmured as she secretly rolled her eyes at him.

"I hear you, sweetie," Santi said with a chuckle.

He was so close that she could smell the strong wood fragrance he had sprayed on himself earlier. Everything happened so quickly that his lips were against her and his tongue was in her mouth within seconds. Arianna moaned into his mouth while tugging at his brown hair as his hands squeezed her ass before deepening the kiss.

When she realized what was happening, she reacted by pushing on his chest. His gaze was fixed on her as she softly touched her lips with the tip of her fingers. She noticed a smirk on his lips and heard someone cough behind them. She turned to see everyone at the table staring at them.

Arianna could just hardly keep her legs apart as Santi continued to talk to everyone as if they hadn't just shared a heated kiss. Everyone was drinking and eating, so she sipped the white wine that Santi had ordered for her, hoping it would give her vigor.

Suddenly, slow, romantic music began to play. She squeezed her legs even tighter together, sexually frustrated and wet, as she felt Santi's hand slip beneath her dress and her body froze. "Your undies are soaked," Santi whispered as she gasped for air, her cheeks feeling hot as she turned around to look at him.

"H-How about a dance?" she asked, a little nervously, trying to divert her attention away from his hand under her dress and his intense breath brushing against her neck.

He stands up and extends his hand to her; she slowly takes his hand. The song changed, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Did you request this song or what?" she facetiously inquired.

Santi laughs, his smile was everything—perfect and the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen.

Her body was getting very close to his until they were only inches apart since she felt so small in comparison to him.

"I know you want me too, sweetie," he whispers into her ear, and she looks up at him, innocently.

"You are incorrect-"

"The way you kissed me, your body rubbing against mine," he said harshly as he drew her back against his chest, his lips lingering around her ear.

"The wetness streaming down your thighs as you watched me sip my whisky, the way you squeezed your legs together stopping me from fingering that tiny p*ssy of yours," he murmured into her ear while biting her earlobe, her eyes rolling back with pleasure.

Then he turned her around before pulling her back to his chest, this time facing each other. Her heartbeat was loud, and her eyes, like his, were filled with sexual desire.

"Tell me, Arianna," he said as he lures her lips.

"Tell me you want me to pound within you so hard you won't be able to walk the next day," he said quietly.

"Tell me how much you want me to put you across this table to eat you like I haven't eaten in years until you're chanting my name," Santi growls.

"Oh, f*ck. I'm in trouble," she grumbled as she swallowed the massive lump in her throat, her mouth-watering at the thought of tasting him. Her heart was pounding so hard against her chest that she was afraid it would burst.

"I-I."

"Santi, Marco is here," Eliazar yells, defusing the situation.

She regained consciousness and dropped their hands. "Sh*t! Sh*t! Arianna, what were you thinking? Flirting with your kidnapper? F*ck, this is insane," she exclaimed to herself as she took a deep breath.

"No, there's no way in hell I'm flirting with my kidnapper," she said cautiously to herself as she tried to follow him back to the table. Before he sat down, he exchanged greetings with a man who was short and big and used a cane to help him stand. A gorgeous blonde girl stood right next to him, shaking hands with Santi, and she could see her desire for him.

Instead of tugging her onto his lap, Santi made her sit beside Eliazar. She wonders why, and she knows why: he wants to mess with this girl.