Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

Wirata looked at the colorful face, black and blue and now red with blood. She must have given him some good punches there, which made the cracked brow bleeding. His suit looked priceless, meaning...garbage.

"Use the cloth there!"

She spoke with a hard voice, pointing at the cloth she had thrown in the used-to-be hot water bowl. He still did not let go of her and his strong arm tightened when she tried to move. Wirata stopped punching him. Her fist was red, spoiled with his blood.

"Do it for me. You caused it."

Stefan ordered. Wirata was feeling pitiless for the mafia boss, even she was not a cruel person, but what he just did to her, it made her too suspicious to trust this man. He was a mad dog!

Everything about this man was so opposite to Sam, his brother. They were completely different, apart from their looks. That was the only thing indicating that they were related!

Wirata wiggled again and surprised that this time he let her off his lap. But he still grabbed her arm.

"Sit here, and clean it for me."

He ordered with an edgy voice. Wirata's heart was a bit calmer than before, she sat but be ready in case he had a move on her again. She didn't like seeing blood, so she used the cloth to wipe it out of her hands first. He slid her a cold gaze, pulled the cloth from her hand to wipe his face by himself.

"Ouch! Damn it!" Stefan swore. His face was so painful now, couldn't believe his supposed-to-be-fun night would have turned out like this.

Wirata looked at the way he used the cloth to wipe his face, she couldn't stand it, so she grabbed it back and washed it in the bowl, then started to wipe the blood off his face, not so gentle, it made him flinched and swore. Wirata meant to be rough, saw him grit his teeth. He definitely deserved it!

The phone was ringing. Wirata jumped. That was her phone. It was in her purse on the opposite couch. She reached for it and he didn't stop her.

"Hello, Wirata." The unfamiliar voice said from the phone. Wirata frowned because she didn't recognize this one.

"It's me. Bernardo. I see that we haven't finished our dinner yet."

The cool and smooth voice of Bernardo said.

"Bernardo. I'm sorry."

She didn't know what to say. She knew that she had wasted her night already. Bernardo would cancel uncle John's deal.

"Well, it's okay, since it wasn't your fault. It should be me who says...sorry. We can fix this. Tomorrow night, we can meet again, if you want?"

Bernardo offered her a chance to fix it. Wirata glanced at Stefan, he was listening with his sullen face.

Before Wirata could say anything back to Bernardo, the big hand reached and snatched her phone. He spoke into the phone with a dark serious expression on his face.

"Bastard. She's with me right now. You should accept your loss. I told you she's mine."

"I am not yours!"

Wirata shouted at him immediately. How dared him to say something disgusting like that!

He sent her a scolded gaze.

"Huh! I heard that Stefan. The woman isn't willing to be yours. You should be a man."

Bernardo said mockingly.

"Shut the fuck up! And listen to me, son of a bitch! Never touch her, or you will have to face me. And it won't be my loss." Stefan announced war.

"If you don't know, I'll be kind to tell you that her step-father is willing to talk to me about the deal to get his house back."

"Your business with John White is yours. But if you involve her, it will be my business."

"She is not yours, Stefan. Let's play fair!"

Bernardo shot back. Stefan could imagine his enemy's cool smooth shitty face turned sour.

"She is mine, tonight and from now on."

Stefan said and then pressed the button, threw the phone onto the wall, it was broken into two pieces. Wirata looked with a shock on her face, and she ran to pick it up. It's obviously completely dead! She turned to him, her face was red with anger.

"You, idiot! That's my only phone and I have all my information on it!"

She shouted and without thinking, she jumped on him and strangled his neck! Stefan leaned back onto the couch, so now she was on top of him and put both hands around his neck and squeezing hard! Stefan grabbed her wrists immediately.

"Hey, What's the fuck!"

Stefan held her wrists and pushed them away from his neck, she lost to his strong force. He pulled her against his chest, wrapped his arms around her. Now she wiggled and fought fiercely like before, but only one quick move, Stefan managed to flip her to be under him.

"Who you think you are, Wirata. Stop hurting me. I'm gonna run out of patience in this very minute!"

Wirata couldn't believe what he just said!

"What? Hurting you?? It's you who are hurting me and kidnapping me! Stefan. I don't know what you want from me. Let me go! I hate you!"

"I don't like you either. But if you don't know one thing, your step-father has owed me big money. He's losing his pub soon if he can't keep his promise!"

"What??!!"

Wirata froze after hearing. Uncle John not just only owed Bernardo big money! But he also owed Stefan, too! So now her brain was working and calculating.

It meant both his pub and his house were going!

Oh! No!

Holy God!

"So, if you are too stupid to know what games Bernardo and your step-father are playing, I'll tell you. He wants to use you as his payment!"

"And what about you?!"

"Well, I have given him plenty of time and he couldn't do what he has promised. So I'll take his pub, I'm a businessman."

"Then nothing to do with me."

Wirata said in cold voice, realizing that his face was so close and he looked scary at this point, not his face, but the dark in his eyes.

He looked at her face and his gaze dropped to her lips. Wirata pressed her lips together immediately. Her face flushed. But managed to stay strong by not to break eye contact with him.

Stefan must admit that he liked the way she was under his body, his blood started to boil inside. He could smell her scent clearly, it was playing the same tricks to his head. Stefan lowered his face to kiss her neck, it made her body tense up immediately. Her eyes were flicking with suspicion.

"So, if you want to help John, I have an offer, it's a good deal for you and your step-father."

Stefan said in a businesslike tone.

"What offer?"

Wirata asked, her heart skipped a beat before sped up rapidly when he lifted his hand to caress her cheek and then along her jawlines.

Her hands were on his chest, so she pushed him, but the solid body didn't move an inch. He pressed his lower body onto her. Wirata could feel something hard thrusting her thighs. She had gone flushed more and more because she could guess what it was.

"Be my woman for one year. Then I'll write off his debt."

The cool voice said with steady eyes fixing on hers, waiting for her to reply.

"In your dreams! I am not taking anybody's offers, especially, you!"

Wirata finished talking and now she started to wiggle and fight him off again.

"I can see we had enough talk now. I'm tired of shitty chitchat, too."

Stefan spoke. Then that minute, he lowered his face and pressed his mouth on hers. His hands moved fast this time, caressing her all over.

Wirata was pushing and kicking. He kissed her lips and then moved down to suck the skin on her neck. His hands stroking her body, moving here and there, soon Wirata was losing her energy and her mind went blank because of his kisses and his touch.

Now he was stroking her breasts and his lower body moving on her. Stefan put one hand under her dress, caressing her thighs with his thump and, then he put his palm over her panties, playing with the texture that covering her sensitive area.

Wirata jerked up, her heart was pounding and she couldn't order her body to fight as much, her hands were squeezing his broad shoulders, no pushing as it should be doing.

"Stefan! Stop. Damn you! ... Are you going to force yourself on me?!"

She managed to make a full sentence, but her brain was not operating well. His hot lips made her feel like there was fire licking wherever he put his mouth on, and her body was getting boiling inside. It weakened her as a minute went by.

Stefan lifted his face up with a smirk. She still got smart mouth but her body was already gone limp, so innocent and inexperienced for this.

"Well, Let's see if it's a force, or it is your willingness."

He said with cool voice but a hot gaze scanned over her weak body. Wirata didn't understand why her trained body had gone so weak against him. Every time he touched her, her mind went blank, couldn't think straight, and her body seemed not to take any orders! And now she was losing it to him again.

"It's a shameless thing you're doing, I'll never be willing and surrender to you."

She thought she was shouting out loud but turned out it's was soft and hollowed. She was trying so hard to regain her consciousness and managed to fight him for one slap on his shoulder.

"So sure of yourself, hmm..."

He had been sarcastic. Stefan didn't intend to do this much to her, but because she was too arrogant to him, and he wanted to tame her. No woman had ever made him feel the need to do this, but, she challenged him to do so.

As his brain thought it was alright to teach her who she was dealing with. Stefan found the zip of the dress, so he unzipped it, pulled the dress down to her waist.

Black brassiere appeared to his eyes, they covered a beautiful pair of breasts, her flawless skin made his heartbeat so fast. Stefan lowered his face and pressed his lips on the bare smooth skin above her bra, his hand caressing one of her nice breasts. It fitted in his hand very nicely.

"Ah,...Stefan...Don't...Don't do it." The trembling voice was let out from her throat.

"Until you say,... you'll take a deal."

Stefan said, his breathing became faster and faster. He buried his face between her breasts. His hand went under her dress again and was touching her, stroking on her panties, gently.

Wirata started to shudder, her eyes closed and her face lifted up, biting her lower lip without realizing it.

His warm lips kissed on her nice perfect breasts, where the beautiful bare flesh appeared. He could see her round nipples through the lacy bra. Stefan couldn't help to press his kiss on them.

Wirata Jerked upright that seconds, felt shivering all over her body. Her consciousness told her to gather her last force, and she was able to put her hands on his face.

"O...Okay. Deal... I'll...take it."

She spoke out like she was running out of breath. Her heart was beating so fast like it was going to jump out of her chest.

"What did you say?"

Stefan heard it but pretended not to, still lingering on her nice blooming area, could see that her nipples got harder poking at the bra. Stefan felt the need to taste it, so he stuck his tongue out and licked on her right nipple through her bra.

Wirata jolted straight up and it made her hands lifted up, too, then slap heavily on his both cheeks at the same time, unintentionally...It was the self-protection instinct, which came out just right in time!

"Ouch! Damn it!"

Stefan stopped his activity immediately. His cheeks numbed and sore from the heavy double force slapping. He sat up and shook his head to get rid of all the painful feelings. But it was still there, also included the new one between his thighs.

"I will take the deal." The hollow voice managed to speak out again.

Stefan looked at the flushed face. She sprang up and wrapped her arms about her top, tried to pull her dress up with shaky hands.

"Smart girl." He said with a smirk on his face. Wirata breathed in deeply to take air into her lung and to gather her consciousness, praying for her brain to think fast and clearly as soon as possible. She managed to put her dress back up. Stefan pulled her close and pulled the zip up for her.

"But I need to know everything about the deal."

She said a full and proper sentence this time. Forced herself to stop shaking. Stood up and walked to stand near the sliding door to the balcony, about five meters, to stay away from the mad mafia. Using her hands to comb her untidy hair. Wirata could control her body and it started to calm down. Seeing the crazy and lustful boss closing his eyes. But she knew he wasn't sleeping, and he was quick!

"First thing is, you will be here with me tonight."

Stefan said, leaning on the couch. He flinched.

Hell! His body was sore all over from head to toes.

Wirata widened her huge eyes. Stay here tonight!

She would be nothing left!

What time anyway now. She looked around and found a clock on a wall. It had gone past midnight already.

"My mother must be worried about me by now. I should go home first and then we can talk about everything tomorrow."

Wirata tried to bargain, her brain said, to do whatever to make him let her go home, and then she will find the way to fight back or if she couldn't find one, she would run away.

"Shut up, will you? I am not in the mood to bargain with you. Go take a shower. I'll let you give your mother a call later."

"But I don't have any clothes." She tried, still.

Stefan opened his eyes and let a heavy sigh out, he was aching and exhausted.

"You don't have to wear anything on my bed. Go now. If not I will make love with you right here right now."

He threatened, and that worked. Her face turned pale, her slender figure jumped a little. Stefan hid his smile under his bruised stern face.

"Which way?!"

He heard her angry voice asked.

"Come here and help me get up. I'll show you the way."

He said.

Wirata paused a minute. He had done things to her not long ago with his strong muscles and strength that had power over hers.

But now, he couldn't walk by himself!