Arresting the Don

A beautiful hellfire

GRACE

"Haha maybe it's the other way round, sweetheart. I would have liked to get casual with someone as fierce as you, but unfortunately, I prefer virgins." He winked at me when he finished his sentence.

"Well, what if I am one?" I asked and looked at his black eyes that were trying to penetrate my body and soul. Those eyes were nothing but cold and calculating, but they shouted of purity in them. How could a criminal's eyes be this pure?

When he heard my words, a sarcastic smile spread across his well-sculpted face, and his gaze roamed over my whole body as if in answer. He then decided to frame a sentence of his answer too as he said, "I have had virgins, and they surely don't look like you do."

"Then maybe you surely had the wrong ones," I said with the fake calm facial expression that I was not feeling. I don't understand the feeling that I was feeling then. He was merely a mission for me, but the thought of him being with other women had my insides clenching with anger. But I had to maintain my calm. Of course, I already knew that he might have spent much of his time with other women, but hearing the same from him was beyond my resistance.

"Yeah, that's how you make your clients, by telling them that you are a virgin?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I don't make efforts to make clients, Mr. Whatever. They come begging to me." I told him. I slipped a hand inside my dress and pulled out my purse, from where I had kept it after picking it up from the ground. I then took out a thirty from it and put it on the counter.

"Want to find out?" I don't know why I was saying this, but I invited him for the second time. I already made a mistake by telling him that I was a virgin. I was supposed to act slutty, not a prude. He kept quiet, so I descended from the stool on which I was sitting on, turned around, and started to walk out of the bar. We will have to plan another meeting with him.

"What if I want to find out? Are you still up for it? I could be quite difficult for you to handle if you are a virgin as you said." Holy s**t! But I was happy that I was affecting him. One step closer to our mission. I took a few minutes to turn around. When I turned around, I saw him placing a hundred on the bar, and then his penetrating dark gaze came to me. I froze at my spot when he looked at me. I felt some strange sensations in my body, which I never had felt before.

"Do your best, Mr. Whatever," I said with a small smile. He walked toward me in his expensive suit with his shirt unbuttoned and biceps bulging and that look on his face that promised all the filthy things in this world, about which he had just warned me about. But I was not being scared of anything, in spite, his words and actions were sending a thrill to me.

Soon his more than expensive shoes touched his heels and he leaned in toward me and whispered, "I am not Mr. Whatever, sweetheart. I am a f*****g don, about whom the entire police department of your city is worried."

Before even waiting for my reply, he held my one wrist in his hold, and picked me up from the floor, and threw me over his shoulder. A squeak left me, embarrassing me, as my hands flew to his back pocket for support. I gave a glance to the two men of my team and gave them a nod. They silently motioned for me to call them if anything happened to which I nodded.

I lifted my torso a bit, leaned closer to his ear on the other side, and said, "I am not your f*****g sweetheart." And then bit down his earlobe to make myself clear.

His rough and warm hands trailed up my legs and reached the back of my thighs. My whole body stiffened as I felt the strange sensation of someone touching me, someone whose touch was not opposed by my heart and brain, someone whose touch was eliciting various emotions within me. Just when I was thinking these things, his hand came hard on my ass. Did he just slap my ass?

"What the hell!" I yelled.

"Don't provoke me, sweetheart, if you don't want results that you might not like." He warned in his deep voice that rumbled through his chest. I gulped down to control my anger as he walked down the lane and crossed the streets. I was about to ask him where the hell he was taking me when the beep of his car being unlocked echoed around me and I saw the lights flickering in the darkness near the trees.

He then rounded the back of his car to the passenger seat with long strides, opened the door of the passenger seat, and me inside as if I was some nonliving thing. Before I could give him an earful for manhandling me like that, he slammed the door shut and was striding back to the driver seat. Once he was seated and had started the car, I said, "Listen, dude, you don't have to-"

"I hope you don't want any hard spanking as a result of calling me names. You may call me sir." The hell. Why would I address a criminal as sir?

"I won't address a don as sir!" I announced as I crossed my arms over my chest, which unknowingly pushed my chest upward.

"Roy. My name." He said, without looking at me.

I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted me by saying, "But for you, it is only sir."

"Haha...in your dreams," I said with a sarcastic smile. He ignored me. He f*****g ignored me. He then took a U-turn and pulled the car on the road, and said, "Get down on your knees."

I was shocked at his words and therefore looked at him. Did he say it for real? He wants me to get on my knees? Heat rose from my chest to my face. He wanted me to do that in a car, I had never done anything like that before. Maybe he had sensed my discomfort at his words as he looked sideways to me, his jet black shone in the dark as he said, "What? Don't tell me you won't do it?"

"I-I have never done it before," I told him truthfully. Though I should have. According to him, I should be doing this many times a day, and that misunderstanding had to be continued. I don't know why I told him the truth. I don't think he took my words seriously because he said, "Ah..how can I forget that you are a virgin. A beautiful virgin hellfire." Did he just call me beautiful?

I did not say anything in his reply, and instead looked out of the window, and waited that he may take me to his home, or wherever he stays. So that I could find any evidence against him. I still can't believe that I was sitting in the same car with the man whom I have been sketching since my childhood. The man with whom I am arguing right now is the same man whose face has been coming subconsciously in my dreams almost every night. But right now, I have to focus on my mission, not on my imagination.

"Prepare yourself for sucking me till we reach our destination." He said which was more like on order.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"No, Excuse me! You were the one who had invited me, not once, but twice. Now if you think that save your ass from a don like me, then I am sorry that you are the wrong sweetheart." He said.

"I am not your sweetheart!" I said with clenched teeth.

"And I am not one of those ordinary men whom you can make dance with a flicker of your finger." He snapped back.

Both of us were silent for some minutes before I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Hotel," He said instantly and looked at me as if this was obvious for him to take me to the hotel. f**k! I wanted him to take me to his place so that I could collect some evidence. Maybe he takes prostitutes to the hotel and not to his place. But I told him that I was a virgin. Did he not believe me?

I swallowed against the sudden knot in my throat and said, "I said the truth when I told you that I am a virgin." Maybe now he would take me to his place. For a moment, I felt as if he went blank, and then in another moment, his dark eyes shone, in warning or as a threat, I don't understand. Soon he parked outside a decent-looking hotel and then leaned toward me, as his big and warm hand rested on my face. He then brushed his thumb roughly against my lower lip and I felt that he had smeared my blood-red lipstick around before he said, "I hate liars."

"I am not lying!" I said almost immediately. For the first time in my life, I felt fear. He was scaring me. Even though I knew that I can handle him, but he was dangerous, not because he was a don, but because he was affecting me more than he should have. As if he could hurt me, not physically, but emotionally.

"Okay, I will believe you when your blood will get coated over my thick c**k and smear your inner thighs while leaking from your pussy." My breath hitched as he talked dirty. My skin tingled with goosebumps. It was all a new feeling. This man was making me question my focus for this mission. I wanted him to do all those things that he stated just now. I wanted this handsome Indian don, whose arrest is supposed to happen soon. I had fantasized about him. I had thought about his man for years. I had loved this man secretly for years, and now, when he was right in front of me, things were so different.

I was about to say something, maybe reject his offer, as all this was useless because he did not take me to his place. But before I could say anything, his lips smashed with mine. And I could not say anything anymore.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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