Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

Stefan bent down to kiss her beautiful breasts, deep down he could feel the longing tucked at his emotion. The fragrant scent of her flawless skin.

Wirata let the crazy lustful mad evil mafia took advantage of her. She tried not to get swayed easily by his kisses and sucking and licking on her nipples. Her mind was thinking about his bold and sharp mean words he had thrown at her.

Now she was in the devil tiger cave that had no way to escape easily. Again now, if she used physical force, and words to hurt him, she wouldn't be able to win the fight. Because this man's face was as thick as the concrete so words couldn't scratch his thick skin. And he had got every weapon to fight against everybody who dared to challenge his power and didn't do what he said.

So, what tools had she got left to use to fight against the bad man like Stefan Mackenzie?

What could she do?

But She was not raised to be a weak and foolish woman. She was not going to bow to him or to be the victim. When he insulted her like this it made her heart want to strike back to prove him wrong. And now when it looked like no way to escape. No way to go back to be the same again.

So it had left her only one choice. The only way to go for, which was to have to move forward only.

Wirata sighed with sadness inside her heart, still closed her eyes and stayed silent for a little longer. Her heart had made a decision now.

A moment later she finally opened her eyes, the intention which had changed from the original.

The bad man that no one dared to touch and teach him lessons. The arrogant mafia who had a low attitude for women with no respect. The insolent man who believed his money could buy everything even a gold ticket to heaven. There must be somebody to teach him good and unforgettable lessons!

Let's see that Between him and the woman he branded as worthless... At the end of this fight ... who was going to win and who was going to get wounded!

Wirata gritted her teeth, not allow herself to be drugged by his kisses and his touch. She could feel his hardness pressing against her body. It made her shiver, reminding her for the experience she had many days ago.

Wirata managed to push her weakness back deep inside and pull one of her hands out of underneath his body and slapped him hard in his face. Stefan stopped immediately. He could feel numb on his face. He straightened himself up, thinking that he must have been drunk in her scent to let her loose unknowingly.

Wirata pushed him off and jumped off the table then ran to the opposite side. Her red lips were quirking, her face blushed and her eyes were fierce with anger. Her hands were shaking when trying to button her shirt and shoved her hair back. She was breathing fast but tried to control her mind to be steady and ready, at least now there was the snooker table between them.

Stefan stared at her and she stared back with unblinking eyes. He shoved his hands in his pockets, could feel the heat in his boiling blood and his shaft hardened against his jeans. He knew as a grown man, he had the lust for her and this lust needed to fulfill and then it would fade away, just like usual.

Considered from his past experience with women, one year might be too long. He shouldn't have said one year, but her stepfather owed him worth 5 years of payment. So one year would be fair and if he got bored with her sooner, that would be another story.

"Alright. I am ready to talk." Wirata said with a smooth voice, blinking and standing tall. Stefan raised his eyebrow then shrugged.

"But I'm not in the mood to talk now. I'm staving. Go to the kitchen, cook something edible for me out of the stuff you had bought days ago. I heard that you bought it because you wanted to cook for me, did you?" He said. The subject had changed to be something Wirata didn't expect. The tall figure didn't wait for her to answer. He walked to the door, opened it and strode out.

Wirata ran after him because after all, they didn't have any agreement sorted out yet. And now this mad man wanted her to cook for him!

Stefan went to Summer's room.

"Ruff!" Summer greeted him right away and ran with his short small legs to him. Stefan lifted him up.

"Missing me, huh? Your mammy is so stubborn and I hate stubborn people so don't you be one of them, okay?" He talked to the little guy.

"Arf!" He acknowledged, slobbered on his chin.

"Summer! Come to mammy!" The voice at the door made Stefan turn to face her. He hid his grin when seeing her jealous expression. She walked in the room and scanned around with widened gaze.

"You've spoiled my baby!" She scolded and came to stand close, reached for the puppy. Stefan walked away, she followed and pulled his shirt.

"Give me my baby back!"

She didn't realize that she was behaving like a little girl who got her toy seized by the others. Stefan was amused but still had his straight face on.

"I told you that I am staving. Go cook something. Or I will eat you instead of the food. Eat every inch of you. Well, the sounds good, doesn't it?" He threatened and reached for her arm. Wirata stepped back quickly and ran to the door because she didn't want her baby to see him touching her.

"What do you want to eat?!" Asking with a sullen face and frustrated voice.

"Anything, no squid!" He said and walked to her which made her storm out quickly.

Stefan grinned, feeling pleased with the way she was running fast.

That's more like it!

Mission accomplished! He got her back to cook for him in ten days!