looks that kill

She could tell, from the smirk dancing on his lips alone, that he did not take her as seriously as she would have liked — but she could work with that. Alana tipped her head up, stubborn in the way she held her ground, even as he leaned in, close enough that a shift of her body might have made their lips brush. The thought — and the promise of more, like he had said — distracted her for a moment, but his next words broke through the brief haze, and Alana found herself blinking at his back when she heard the gentle clink of glass on glass. Six months. She could do six months of whatever … This was supposed to be. Six months of being paraded around like a trophy, six months of him spending his money on her, six months of Alana convincing the city that he fucked her good enough to stay. Six months, at least, of guaranteed freedom. Her arms crossed over her chest, and she tilted her head as she pretended to mull it over. She already had her answer, of course — she would do anything to get out of her father's grip, anything to humiliate him just like he had attempted to humiliate her — but she wasn't going to give in so easily. Her gaze trailed down his body as he approached, a mirror of his earlier expression. “That I like you enough to let you fuck me,” she added dryly as she took the glass from him. She hid a smile against the rim as she sipped the drink, let the taste coat her tongue, felt the warmth of it down her throat as she swallowed. “Humor me, then. Tell me what it is you do that makes me stay.”  

Dom knew he had her, whether she was ready to admit it or not. What choice did she have, really? Wait for her father to feel some semblance of remorse and do his best to 'save' her from the very fate he'd chosen for her? It would be a slap in the face when the man learned she was far from needing saving. And Dominic, despite everything, was a man of his word. He wouldn't touch her until she asked — he was just arrogant enough to believe that ask would come sooner than later. Another chuckle escaped him and he held his own glass up as if to toast her words. "Exactly." he nodded, taking a swig as he leaned back against his desk. God, victory was sweet. "Well, for starters, I'm actually pretty goddamn charming, so I'm a great date." Dom promised, grinning matter-of-factly over the rim of his glass. "And beyond that, I'll probably leave you the fuck alone most of the time." he admitted with another shrug. "You know I own the club and a few...other businesses. I'm pretty busy as it is, so you'll be pretty much free to...whatever; draw, paint, read, Christ, fucking knit for all I care." he chuckled with a dismissive wave of his free hand before downing the rest of the drink in one swallow. "You can pretty much go where you want, do what you want — one of my guys'll take you, stick around in case your dad tries to pull anything, or anyone else gets any bright ideas once word gets around that you're mine." Another smirk tugged at his lips at the word, that appreciative gaze flickering over her once more. "You won't be able to date or fuck anyone else, but I figure that's a given."

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To say Alana was angry would be an understatement. Her jaw was set, shoulders stiff, and eyes fixed in a stubborn glare as she looked up at the man in front of the chair she occupied. She had always known her father to be a sniveling coward — a piece of work, her mom used to say when Alana was a kid — but this, although not entirely surprising, was a new low. He had promised her once, a long time ago, that he would keep her safe from his line of work; obviously now that she refused to play the role that was expected of her, that promise was no longer one he intended to keep. She could run, but what would that get her? The brutes that had dragged her in were probably just out the door, and even if they weren't, she wouldn't know where to go. She had no idea where she was. “And when you get bored?” She asked after she let the silence between them drag on. Her gaze didn't waver — she had always been a stubborn woman, prideful to a fault — not even when his gaze trailed down her body, and she allowed herself a moment to think that maybe, it could be worse. He was a good looking man, and it meant she would no longer be under her father's thumb. This role was one she could play. “When I get bored of being paraded around? When daddy dearest decides he's not interested in playing your games anymore?” He was the kind to go back on his word. She knew it firsthand. With a tilt of her head and a lazy curl of her lips, just to test the give of his patience, Alana added: “It will take more than a few pretty gifts for me to want to fuck you.” 

A lesser man might've withered under that fierce gaze, but Dominic couldn't help but be both amused and charmed by the obvious fire in the gorgeous blonde. Few women that ran in his circle were brave enough to regard him with the sheer challenge that burned in Alana's eyes now. He had to admit, it was hot in more ways than one. Amusement curled his lips as he watched her mull the offer over, and then a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Oh, you don't strike me as the type to get boring, sweetheart." he said simply, tone laced with approval. Dom's smirk widened, his own head tilting at her promise. She'd certainly flipped the 'game on' switch with that one. His gaze flickered to her lips as he leaned closer, as if he might plant one on her right then and there, but he stopped short. "Then I guess I'll buy more than a few." he murmured before he shot her a teasing wink and then stood back up straight. "Give me a solid...six months." he proposed with a shrug, turning to move towards the minibar. "Six months of you at my side, playing the devoted little doll. Long enough for people to see your loyalty belongs to me." He fixed them each a drink as he spoke. "If and when your dear old dad balks, well — it won't really matter, will it?" Dom asked with a chuckle. "He's humiliated either way. Either he damn near sold you to me and I still managed to win you over, or you came willingly from the start. No matter how you slice it...I win." He stood over Alana once more, offering her the whiskey with a pointed smirk. "You've just gotta convince folks you like me."