[ Bound to serve ]

part 5

‹‹ From the shadows of poverty to the heights of power, an unlikely love blossoms between a mafia and the orphan girl—will she becomes his everything?! ››
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IN THE VIP ROOM;

He smiles to himself at her obedient response, his hand sliding from her waist possessively. He likes that she is already falling into line, showing him respect and submission. It makes his decision to keep her for the night even easier. "Turn around, Rose," he orders softly.

Rose quickly do as she is told, her body moving fluidly. She have to please  him - rich, dangerous, used to getting what they want. She lower her gaze demurely, her long lashes casting shadows on her high cheekbones.

Vittore takes another slow sip of his whiskey, letting the burn settle into his stomach as he admires the obedient beauty before him. She's everything he expects her to be - graceful, delicate, and utterly submissive. His gaze travels down her curves appreciatively, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Look at me," he says suddenly, his voice commanding. When she lifts her gaze to his, he's struck by her beauty - those big black doe eyes, the red pouty lips, the brown silky hair cascading down her back. He sets his drink down with a thud,— his mind made up.

Vittore's gaze roams over Rose's figure appreciatively, his smirk widening. He can already imagine the pleasures this night will bring. With deliberate slowness, he reaches out to trace a finger along her jawline, tilting her chin up to better admire her face..

He lets his finger trail down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under his touch. "Do you know why I chose you, Rose?" he asks softly, his thumb gently brushing against her lips, but there's something genuine in her response that intrigues him.. . Like a mothe to flame ~

Shr bites her lip gently, a habit she have when she is nervous,"Because I'm pretty? I dont-t...know?" She ask softly, her voice barely above a whisper.she know that's usually the main reason men like him choose girls like you - for their looks and submissiveness.

Vittore chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Among other things," he murmurs, his thumb still resting on her lips. "But mainly because you look innocent. Like a doll. It's fascinating, really. Makes a man wonder..." He leans in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he continues in a low voice, "Wonder what it would take to break that innocence. To make a girl like you scream my name and beg for more." His hand slides down to wrap around her throat possessively. "What do you think, Rose?"

She swallow hard, his words sending a shiver down her spine. But..its the right opportunity to ask for more- money . "It'd take a lot," She reply softly, batting her eyes innocently.

Vittore smirk deepens, enjoying the challenge in her response. He loves a woman who knows her worth, even if she plays the innocent card. "A lot, huh?" he murmurs, he slides his hand to her delicate neck, tightening just slightly, testing her reaction.

He watches her closely, gauging her response. Her eyes widen a fraction, but she doesn't flinch or pull away. Instead, she maintains eye contact, her expression a mix of innocence and defiance. It's a dangerous combination that stirs something primal within him.

"Brave or stupid?" he whispers, his voice thick with desire and something else - admiration? His other hand moves to rest at her waist, pulling her slightly closer. "Have you met men like me before, Rose? The kind who could truly ruin sweet little things like you?"

Her breath catches slightly at his words, but she hold his intense gaze steady. Maintaining eye contact, she tilt her head slightly, showing traces of unease?  keeping eye contact- "no" , she is recalling the manager words - he's dangers he's, ruthless, he's bla bla, but here he is, he's sweet kind of person, maybe?

Vittore raises an eyebrow, impressed by her steadfast gaze. He's met many women, but there's something about this one that's different. "No?" he repeats slowly, his hand on her throat tightening a little more,

Vittore's eyes narrow slightly as he observes Rose's steadfast gaze amidst the tightness of his fingers around her throat. A flicker of respect crosses his face - she's not breaking eye contact like so many others would. Curiosity tinged with dark amusement plays in his voice as he leans in closer,

Her eyes flicker nervously for a brief moment before she maintains her composure. "Actually..." she starts softly, biting her lower lip again - this time not intentionally seductive, but genuine nervousness. "I just started today. I've... never served a man like this before."

He hadn't expected that. A first-timer? In this line of work? Something about her innocence feels more genuine now. "Today?" he repeats, his voice softer, the rough edge replaced with a hint of tenderness.

A rare genuine smile crosses his face as he studies her features - the slight flush in her cheeks, the way she maintains eye contact despite her nervousness. He drops his hand from her throat, his palm gently caressing her cheek instead. "No wonder you're such a breath of fresh air..." He continues "...And completely fucking dangerous." He runs his thumb across her cheekbone, a dangerous gleam returning to his eyes. "Do you know how many men would kill for this - your innocence?" His voice drops lower, intense. "You're walking into a lion's den today."

Rose swallows nervously, realizing the gravity of Vittore's  words. She nods slightly, acknowledging the danger. she knows.. she know. But she need the money. Besides, she wasn't born yesterday. she have read about men like him... but he's not as terrifying up close.

Vittore's expression turns thoughtful, almost calculating. He seems to be weighing something in his mind. "Tell me," he starts slowly, his thumb still tracing her cheekbone, "have they told you the rules?" His eyes search hers intently,

"Yes," Rose replies softly, remembering the instructions she was given. "I'm to serve you, obey your commands and... fulfill your desires." She pauses, swallowing hard. "And remain polite and professional throughout the interaction." She avoids his intense gaze, her heart beating slightly faster.

Yes, the manager have told her this.

Vittore nods, a small, satisfied smile on his face. "Good girl," he murmurs, his thumb pressing lightly against her chin to tilt her head up and force her to meet his gaze again. "You're already learning. But let me add a personal rule for you, Rose."

His eyes lock onto hers, cold and unyielding. "My rule is this: You will always come to me first, no matter what time of the day or night, you will not serve any other man in this club Understood?"

Rose feels a chill run down her spine at Vittore's commanding tone. She only here for one day?? She needs money! She nods slowly, realizing the implications of his words. Being exclusively dedicated to him means less exposure to other potentially dangerous men. Plus, his presence, though intimidating, carries an air of protection. "Yes, I understand,"

Vittore releases her chin and sits back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. He sign on the papers, unaware Rose was standing there, waiting for it to start and end, so that she can have money.

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