Arranged Marriage: Dangerous Heiress

         After a good lunch with her husband, she left her office. It didn't take long when she finished a little work and just when she lean and relaxed, she saw a vision of a silhouette of a woman sitting on a chair and holding a cello. She plays it perfectly and the emotion from the song is so lonely that caught her heart.

         She nearly tore from that song and there's her brother sitting at the edge of the bed watching her play. It was an odd scene. Why is she seeing this again? James lay down on the bed and had fallen asleep. She finished the song and then Natasha stood and carefully place the cello-bow on the chair, and she pulled something sharp from her hair.

         She slowly strode toward him and her hands are shaking as she lifted it. Then she put down her head and cover the duvet to him. She left quickly.

         Andromeda opened her eyes with a sharp exhale.

"Why?" She asked herself. She immediately called Moira to run the background to Natasha. Then Moira moved quickly. In an hour, Moira reported her something more thrilling.

"Natasha Valez's Aunt had joined their business with Yves Kuznetsov. Kuznetsov is probably breathing on her neck so—if your vision is accurate, she probably doesn't have a choice but to kill James."

"She doesn't want to kill him though. Then, last night, I just saw a vision of their lovemaking and a Samurai." She exhales. "I think, it will kill both of them."

"Just warn James," Moira told. "He's a Mondragon. Remember that."

         Andromeda called James and tell it to him.

***

         After the disturbing vision that he received from Andromeda, all his plan change. He's fully attracted to her and he will do everything to get her. If her mission is to murder him, then he must do something about it. He must find out why she wanted to kill him.

         James kept watching Natasha and after she left, he followed her with his motorbike and just watched him took out her things from an apartment. Then he showed up to her in the elevator and have a great conversation with her.

         He waited in her room and put revolver under his pillow. He changed his clothes to his PJs and remain topless. He already settled a chair for her in front of his bed and she sat down and settled the tune of the cello. Then she started playing gracefully.

         She closed her eyes and the way she held the fret of the cello was like she's caressing ahead of a baby. She's careful and she knows well how to play. He can't take his eyes off her. She's like a magnet. She's like a Goddess. She was perfect at that moment. He crawled to bed and lay there, and he just realized that he did as what Andromeda described him from his actions.

         He closed his eyes and slid his hand under the pillow and hold the gun. She finished the song and he acted like he's sleeping. She finished it flawlessly. He listened carefully to her actions and she stood carefully and strode to him. He gripped on the gun. He stopped when she covered the duvet to his body, and she took the cello from the sound.

         He opened half of his eyes and watched her leave quickly. When the door is locked, he sat up and exhaled. Right, she didn't kill him. But she nearly killed him. He pulled his tablet and check the camera that he installed secretly in the kitchen and living room.

         She carefully placed the cello on the stand and then she went to the bar counter and she reached a bottle of tequila and open it. She drank it and a little spill on her shirt. She coughed and then sat down on the floor and she hugged her legs and started crying.

         Since there's an Audio, he listened to her murmured something to let out the pain from her chest.

"I can't do it. I can't do it." She murmured and drink more and then she kept crying there and he just watched her in pain.

         When she looked like she's sleeping, he put his robe on and went downstairs to her unit. He found her leaking in alcohol on the floor and he took her and put her to bed. He removed her shoes and he tore her shirt apart. He doesn't care if her chests are showing. He wanted to see it.

         She opened her eyes but she's still a little dizzy that she didn't recognize him.

"Hmm." She moaned. He spread her legs and crawl up to her and licked her chest that smells like tequila, up to her neck and chin.

         His eyes are burning as she looked up at her gaping mouth. He wanted to taste it. He sucked her full lower lip and then invade her mouth. She sounded like gagging and she tried to push him. He caught her wrists and pinned it over her head. He rubbed his body to her and sucked her tongue more.

"Hmm!" She tried to restrain from him. He lifted his face and looked down at her.

"Shh, it's fine." He wiped the tear from her eyes. "Sleep." He kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes to sleep.

         He doesn't care at that moment at all. He removed her clothes and wrapped the duvet to her. He then went to the bathroom and soaked a damp towel and wiped off the sweats from her. He made sure that everything is locked and so he left.

         Now, what's he's going to do will be dangerous. She's dangerous and someone is breathing under her neck. And he must use Mondragon power to avoid it.

***

         Steven has been staying at Freya's unit for a day or two. He didn't track it, but he had bags with him, and he wanted to stay more with her to monitor her. He got a deal with Andromeda. In exchange for the information about her, he will make her fall into him and he will monitor her.

"Babe, I make breakfast!" He reached her waist and pull her into a wet kiss. She wiped her cheek and pushed him.

         She walked past him and reached the mug that he prepared for her. She sipped on the warm water and strode to the sofa. She sat down and turned on the television.

         Steven smirked and put the food on the tray and then placed it on the coffee table. He wrapped his arms around her and then slid his fingers to her panties. She let him and he played on her down there. She tried not to act but she coughed and tried to push him.

         Nothing happened to them yet. He's restraining himself but he kept on touching her and kissing her. Now, he wanted to go further. She's not a virgin but she's tight.

"Hmm."

"Stop." She tried to push him. He quickly took the mug and placed it on the coffee table.

         He lay her down and then ripped her panties. He lifted the oversized shirt and sucked her hard nipples. She gasped and hold on his arms. He quickly goes down and licked her until she's leaking. She's moaning loud and that's when he pulled out his hard one from his boxers and pushed it inside her sharply.

         She gasped, her eyes dilated and fierce towards him. He pushed himself more and pull and push. She bit her lower lip and told him something.

"Don't come inside me." She muttered.

"Hmm." He sucked her left breasts and do it on the other while he's thrusting inside her.

         She arcs her back to let him access more to her body. Steven wasn't careful. He wanted to have her quickly and he kept on thrusting to her until she came many times. He got strong stamina and twenty minutes isn't enough for him.

         He flipped her body to her stomach and make her kneel and lay her chest down. The sofa is soaking wet with her come. He kept thrusting as he massaged the very sensitive button. She squirmed and come more.

         He pulled out and stroke his shaft until healthy semen jetted to her beautiful butt. He exhaled and smacked his beautiful butt. She frowned at him and told him to clean it up. He reached the box of tissue that he prepared yesterday and wiped it off. He kissed her back and let her settle.

         She faced him and looked down at his thick shaft. It was satisfying. It's her second time to get laid. The first was a one-night stand and now, here in her unit. He reached the mug and gave it to her.

"Finished it. You are drained." He winked. She stared at his bare chest where their emblem is printed. It's familiar. Very familiar.

"Did we already fuck before?" She asked.

"Maybe." He winked. "How old are you again?"

"Twenty-three."

"I am two years older and yeah, maybe we fucked somewhere in America."

         He told her to eat and kissed her lips.

"Get ready later."

         Freya stared at the food. Yeah, it's familiar. She just fucked a Dragon that she shouldn't.