La Femme Fatale

DAMON'S POV;

"We have to get back to the ball," I said, pulling her cloth down before I spanked her ass. I loved the way that chubby flesh jiggled.

She turned to look at me, who was already dressed and I studied her face. Her makeup, which was ruined all over her face before was redone and she looked extremely gorgeous I had to admit. Then I pulled a rose before stepping out of the car, once the door was opened. I stretched my hand like a gentleman. She looked at it, looked at me and looked down at my hand with lovely doe eyes before placing her hand on mine before we walked back into the ball.

I was on the lookout for someone and it really wasn't Derek this time. I knew Derek didn't appear in functions that weren't orchestrated by him but someone else did in his place. I'd left it to my men to be on the lookout. I was expecting news from Leo any time soon. I held Elena closer to myself, being completely possessive over her because I knew Vito was up to something. She would have to explain everything to me later and how she knew him.

Then I caught a glimpse of a woman. I cocked a mischievous brow knowing I'd gotten what I really wanted. She walked through a group of people with a little smile of pride on her face. Dressed in nothing but dark red, it was always her colour. My gaze was on her till her eyes finally met mine. She looked at me momentarily before taking her gaze off me. I knew she was heading this way. I looked down at Elena who was preoccupied with something as her gaze trekked amongst the guests. It was then that I noticed that she was staring at Vito. I furrowed my brow and nearly chuckled, I guess he had more impact on her than I thought. I leaned closer to her ear.

"You looked disturbed, care to explain why?" She jumped as my words interrupted her thoughts before she looked up at me. But her words were cut off, by the woman before she could speak

The woman stopped and glanced between me and Elena who was obviously perplexed.

Elena looked up at me like she was asking me to give her an explanation of who this was.

"Well it's been a while since I last saw you, Augusta." She smiled, her perfect white set of teeth displaying itself. But behind that smile was a devil, an unpredictable one, and then it slowly became a smirk.

"I had to rush down here because I wouldn't ever miss his birthday," Augusta stated and that perplexed me.

"Birthday?" I asked.

"Yes, he ordered the mafia gathering so we could all celebrate together. Well, I ordered the gathering. He should perhaps be around here somewhere." She stated, her Italian intonation thick. She looked around and then gave a short laugh. "He's obviously not used to gatherings like this." Then she turned to Elena. "Oh, forgive my manners dear." I noticed Elena's brow shoot up at the word "dear". She obviously didn't like it but Augusta ignored it. "I'm Augusta Gravestone." She stretched her hand.

"Elena Field."

"You're quite cute and petite. No wonder Damon likes you."

"Where's Derek?" I cut in and Augusta glanced at me.

"He should be here somewhere." She pretended to look around. "Oh, there he is. I guess this is my cue to leave. I'm off." She said before walking towards the crowd of guests, but not Derek.

"Who is she?" Elena questioned and I looked down at her.

"A femme fatale. She works for Derek. You know what to do?" I asked and she nodded, then I squeezed her shoulders before letting her go. I could see she was a bit tense. I watched as she walked amongst the crowd, heading towards Derek, but making it seem unapparent. I chuckled, she would be perfect for a femme fatale. Her innocence was too loud to miss. And her timing was perfect because he noticed her at that moment. I smirked, it was going as planned. Then he moved towards her before tapping her shoulders. She turned. Damn, those doe eyes even I would have tripped for them. I noticed Derek smile at her. It was genuine and good. But she did the last thing I expected her to. Run.

All eyes were on her as she ran out of the ballroom. I noticed Derek's eyes on her, and I could fathom what it was that was on his mind with the interest in his eyes and that made me clench my fist. I knew what he was up to. And as for Elena, I'll have to deal with her later. I glanced at Ray who was on the opposite side of the room. He was as confused as I was...when his eyes met mine, all he could do was shrug. Well, I guess she had a lot of questions to answer tonight.

The journey to my mansion was very quiet. She had her legs closed and her eyes out the window all through. When we reached home, I didn't even waste time grabbing her hand and taking her out of the car with me. There was no way I was going to let what she did slide.

"Go easy!" Leo snickered. Son of a bitch. Elena struggled to keep up with me and I hated her sluggishness, so I lifted her over my shoulder causing her to yelp before ascending the stairs. I walked to my room and instantly put her down. Not waiting for her to recover I sat down on the bed while she was having a hard time deciding whether to walk up to me or not. "Crawl," I said. I knew she was terrified of this side of me. But then how could I not be angry? She ruined the plan.

She slowly got on her knees and crawled towards me before she was at my side. I wasn't very patient and instantly placed her over my legs and raised her clothes. She bit her lower lip nervously.

"I'm going to ask you two questions. Why were you staring at Vito at the ball?"

"Nothing really, he's nobody." She said and a smack resounded in the room. She cried out. I wasn't going easy on her alright.

"I'll ask again. Why were you staring at him?" She gulped at my question.

"Really he's nobody. Ow." I spanked her again.

"When did that little mouth of yours start lying?" I growled.

"Antonio..."

"Don't you dare call my name, until you tell me the fucking truth." My voice was low and foreboding. I almost couldn't remember the last time I went this crazy towards her. "Why did he have you at the corner? Why did he kiss you?!" She gasped at the question. "I thought I could forgive that, but then you had the audacity to stare at him like he was a glass of water in front of me. Who do you fucking think is a fool?!" Then I gripped her hair tightly. "Don't tell me you're slowly becoming a whore."

"I'm not." She began to sob. "I swear."

"Then what explains what I witnessed at the ball? If you don't fucking answer me in the next two seconds I swear to god, you won't like what I'll do to you." I said and she trembled with fear.

"You don't expect me to talk about my past in front of you."

"I am in no mood for that tone, so watch your mouth," I said and she hiccuped as she sobbed.

"What do you want from me?"

"The motherfucking truth!" I demanded. "Tell me!" I tightened my grip, but she said nothing. "I see you want me to do this the hard way." I lifted her effortlessly and thrust her to the bed. She looked at me with an ashen face. Her petrification was evident.

"Antonio please..."