The Demon’s Claim

The club's pulsating lights reflected off Odetta's shining dress as she danced, mesmerizing the crowd. Men eyes locked onto her, their gaze burning with lust.

Unaware of the attention, Odetta lost herself in the rhythm.

Meanwhile, in the basement, Cassisno stood tall, his expression stern. Before him, a battered man trembled, blood streaming down his face.

"Who sent you?" Cassiano demanded, his voice firm but controlled.

The man's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. Cassiano's patience was wearing thin. He wasn't one for torture, that was his brother Emanuele's domain.

Emanuele reveled in the scent of blood and screams. Cassiano shuddered at the thought.

"Take him to our usual spot," he ordered one of his men. "Torture him until he confesses."

His man nodded, dragging the whimpering captive away. Cassiano's eyes lingered on the scene, a mix of disgust and resolve etched on his face.

He ascended to the club, his expression stoic. He cleaned the blood from his hands, a habitual gesture. As he entered the pulsating nightlife, his gaze scanned the room, locking onto Odetta.

His jaw clenched. What the fuck was she doing here?!

She danced surrounded by men whose eyes devoured her. Their lustful gazes made Cassiano's fist thighten. Odetta's dress though stunning seemed to invite unwanted attention. The way it hugged her curves, the tatto on her cleavage visible, ignited a possessive spark within him.

Cassiano's eyes blazed as he watched a man's hand brush against Odetta's hips, making her visibly uncomfortable.

He navigated through the crowd, his presence commanding attention. The men around Odetta sensed his approach, their faces faltering. Cassiano's intimidating aura cleared a path, and he reached Odetta's side.

He pushed the man away from Odetta. The man stumbled back, losing balance. Before he could regain footing, Cassiano's fit connected with his jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. The sound of punch echoed through the club.

"How dare you touch her?!" He growled, his voice low and menacing. "How dare you disrespect her like that?!" He delivered another blow, and another, until his men intervened, pulling him away.

"Take this bastard away," he ordered his men, "I'll deal with him later."

Turning to Odetta, he demanded, "what are you doing here, dressed like this?"

Odetta frowned, her words slurred from the alcohol, "leave me alone. I was just having fun."

Cassiano's gaze narrowed, "you're drunk. Come here."

Odetta resisted, sitting on the ground. "Leave me! You're ruining my fun!"

Cassiano sighed, lifting Odetta onto his shoulder.

"Let me go!" She shouted struggling. "Saskiaaaaaaa!!!! He is taking me away!" Odetta cried, panic settling in. "Wait, I left my bestie behind!"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure Saskia gets home safely," he reassured.

As they drove to his mansion, Odetta's screams and shouts filled the car, punctuated by off-key singing. Cassiano's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his headache intensifying with each passing moment.

"For goodness sake," he muttered, "can you please keep it down!"

Odetta continued unbothered, her words indecipherable amidst the cacophony.

Cassiano's thoughts drifted to more pleasant uses for Odetta's mouth, his gaze flicking towards her in the rear view mirror. Her vibrant energy was captivating, even in its chaotic form.

As they arrived at Cassiano's estate, Odetta's jaw dropped. "Wow. Is this your house? It's enormous!" She marveled at the grand water fountain.

Before Cassiano could react, Odetta sprinted towards the fountain, laughing. "I want to go inside!"

Cassiano chased after her, but she was already splashing in the water. Her soaked dress clung to her curves, revealing every contour.

His eyes never left her as she played in the fountain, her soaked dress clinging to her curves. He muttered under his breath, "Dannazione, amore mio, mi stai facendo impazzire." (Damn it, my love, you're driving me insane).

He couldn't help but smile at her carefree nature, yet his body tensed with desire. This woman was torturing him, testing his self-control.

He strolled into the fountain, scooping Odetta up in his arm. "That's enough," he said, his voice low and husky.

Odetta giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm having fun!"

Cassisno carried her out of the fountain, water dripping from their clothes. "You're going to be the death of me," he whispered, more to himself than her.

"Cass! Let me go!" She yelled, as they entered the room.

He released her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Your room, huh? Much bigger than mine." She turned to face him. "I know you want me," her voice husky, as she began peeling off her soaked clothes.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze locked onto her, his body tensing. Her black lacy underwear accentuated her curves, the tantalizing cleavage, the perfect hips and thighs, and the beautiful tatto on her right breast.

Odetta's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'm wet," she whispered, her lips curling into a sly smile.

Cassiano's self-control hung by a thread. He didn't know why he brought her here. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to claim her.

"Odetta, go to bed. I'll take you home tomorrow," his voice strained.

Odetta pouted, her innocence and adorability testing his resolve. "You don't want me," she whispered, her eyes downcast.

His heart ached. He wanted every inch of her, but not when she was intoxicated. He craved her conscious desire, her willing surrender.

Just as he was about to reassure her, she stepped forward, her breast pressing against his chest. Cassiano's control faltered.

"Dio mio," (oh my God) he cursed in Italian, his hands trembling.

"Don't deny what you feel, Cass," she whispered.

Cassiano's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with desire. He carried her to the bed, his hands firmly on her curves. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with reckless abandon. He reciprocated, their lips clashing in a passionate frenzy.

Breaking free, Cassiano plopped Odetta into the bed. "Go to bed, now," he ordered.

Odetta glared at him, her face flushed. "Damn you!" She hurled a pillow at his retreating back, but he dodged it.

Cassiano didn't dare look back. One glance, and he'd surrender to his desires. He flew the room, his self control hanging by a thread.

As he shut the door, he heard Odetta's laughter, followed by the sound of her collapsing onto the bed.

Cassiano leaned against the door, his chest heaving. He was rock hard, his body screaming for release. He needed to find solace elsewhere, or risk succumbing to his primal urges.