Arabella's hand instinctively moved to her neck again, remembering how he had injected her twice with an unknown substance. She bolted out of bed and rushed to the door, her trembling hand gripping the cold metal doorknob, yanking it open forcefully.
"Shit!" She cursed, kicking the door with the black ballet flat she was wearing and tugging at her hair in frustration. She was in serious trouble. How had she ended up in a situation like this?
She let out an exasperated sigh while scanning the room for any means of escape. Her chest felt constricted as her heart raced, the familiar sensation of a panic attack beginning to wash over her. After regaining control over the overwhelming emotions, Arabella took a step closer to the door.
Twisting the knob, she was relieved to find that it turned easily. A tentative smile formed on her lips as she swung the door open, only for it to vanish as soon as she spotted the person standing on the other side.
She recoiled, a hand instinctively flying to her mouth to stifle an inaudible shriek. She staggered backward, her wide eyes locked onto the figure before her.
"Well, well, sleeping beauty is finally awake! I suppose we should have a feast to celebrate the occasion," a devilish smirk played on his sinful lips.
Sandro's sea-green eyes twinkled with amusement as he clapped his hands together and advanced into the room. "My assertion that you couldn't run forever seems to have been accurate. Do you finally believe me?"
Arabella shivered the emotions within her like an open book for Sandro to read. A chuckle escaped his lips, his amusement evident at her fear.
He believed she needed to experience this fear, a necessary means of conveying the seriousness of his intentions—everything he had conveyed to her father before. Sandro leaned in, his hands coming to rest on either side of her head, effectively trapping her.
"What's the matter, princess?" His voice, deep and baritone, caressed her senses. Arabella's body reacted, her nipples tingling in response to his proximity. She bit her lower lip hard, a mixture of desire and discomfort coursing through her.
"Is a feast too modest a way to celebrate your arrival, or perhaps there's something you'd like to share with me?" Sandro sneered, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for something he couldn't quite define. Despite himself, he couldn't tear his gaze away from her. Even in her disheveled state just after waking, she possessed a captivating beauty that seemed effortless—an infuriating fact that only heightened his annoyance.
Her platinum blonde hair was natural, unlike the many artificial ones he had encountered. Her bright blue eyes locked onto him, almost as if she was peering into his very soul. He was certain she had inherited her striking looks from her mother, not her accursed father. He observed those eyes brimming with tears, ones she was fighting hard to suppress.
His instinctive urge to caress her face battled with his restraint, and he inwardly cursed the internal struggle. His own body was betraying him, reacting to her presence—something he despised.
"Let go of me…" Arabella's voice held a note of grim determination, though it came out weaker than she intended.
"You should damn well beg me!" he growled, his grip on her chin tightening. "You should grovel before me, you damn bitch!"
Arabella clenched her teeth, biting her lip hard. She managed to meet his gaze, finding him still fixated on her. Her heart raced, and her eyes briefly flickered in defiance.
"Do you want me to force you to beg?" The words shouldn't have held a seductive undertone, but he managed to infuse them with one, igniting a dangerous spark.
Her legs wavered, and dampness pooled within her core.
"P-please, release me," she mumbled, her gaze dropping momentarily.
"I didn't hear that, bitch." Sandro's palms slammed against the rough wall behind her, causing her to flinch involuntarily.
"Perhaps a touch louder this time. I might consider sparing you," he taunted.
"P-please…"
Sandro tilted his head back and burst into laughter. "Now we're getting somewhere. I smell fear, and I must confess, I enjoy evoking such sentiments."
Arabella's body twitched, her eyes widening as he produced a gun from the leather jacket he wore.
"Are you planning to end my life?"
"Undoubtedly," he muttered, the gun now pressed against her temple. "Did you imagine I'd show you mercy?"
Arabella shook her head, wincing as her heart contracted painfully. She clutched at her chest, her heartbeat accelerating, tears escaping down her cheeks. Her vulnerability was undeniable, and the bastard before her seemed to revel in it.
Death was not her desire. It was the furthest thought from her mind. But as she faced Sandro, the gun aimed at her, she couldn't help but feel her luck had finally run dry.
"Please, don't kill me!" Arabella's plea echoed desperately through the dimly lit room.
Sandro snorted derisively. "Do you really believe I'd spare you just because of a few tears? For all I know, those could be fake."
His demeanor shifted abruptly. The playful façade he had worn seconds ago dissolved into a grimace that twisted his handsome face. With a sneer, he roughly seized a fistful of her waist-length white hair.
Sandro's nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of her hair, which was wrapped around his hand—notes of vanilla and strawberry. This innocent yet provocative aroma brought memories rushing back.
"But that's not going to happen, Cara Mia," he muttered, his tone dripping with bitter irony.
Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body against hers. She instinctively tried to push him away, but he swiftly caught her hands and pinned them above her head, a gun now held against her temple.
Her eyes squeezed shut as the gun clicked, her breath catching as a silent prayer filled her thoughts. Though the words eluded her, she hoped desperately that he would spare her, that he wouldn't follow through with the evil intent in his mind.
"You know, I did contemplate killing you," Sandro admitted, his voice tinged with a dark amusement that sent shivers down her spine. He used the gun's butt to wipe away the tears streaking down her cheeks, his touch oddly intimate in its brutality.
"Curious to know what I have in store for you, Bella?" His words bore a thick Italian accent as he enunciated her name with a dangerous sensuality.
With a fingertip, he tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look at me, Tesoro," he urged, his tone coaxing yet commanding.
Arabella shook her head, defiance warring with fear, causing her eyes to remain tightly shut against the scene before her.
"I demand that you look at me!" he growled, his grip on her chin bordering on painful.
"Open your eyes unless you want to regret it this very moment!"
Startled, Arabella flinched, her fluttering eyelashes brushing against her cheeks as she complied, revealing her wide, cerulean gaze.
Her blue orbs collided with his sea-green ones, a clash of intensity and vulnerability.
"I possess numerous ways to make you suffer," Sandro's voice lowered to a dangerous murmur as his gaze roved possessively over her form.
"Consider yourself fortunate that I'm showing you even an ounce of leniency. But make no mistake; I can make you crave death, deny you that release for eternity. Do you understand why?"
Arabella shook her head, a mixture of defiance and fear in her eyes. The man before her, this Alessandro De Luca, was someone she despised, someone she couldn't fathom.
She yearned to flee from him, to escape even the bounds of the earth's surface if possible. Yet, she held certainty that no matter how great the distance she crossed, he would inevitably hunt her down.
"Dearest Bella," Sandro murmured, his touch a caress on her pointed chin, "it's because I am death incarnate."
The chill in his voice sent tremors through Arabella. Death might indeed be a preferable escape, she thought, her mind briefly considering the notion. Anything seemed better than submitting herself to him in such a repulsive manner.
The prospect of becoming a sex slave to her enemy was an agony surpassing even the threat of a bullet to her head. Her fingers clutched the gun, and she pressed it to her temple, desperation, and defiance in her eyes.
"End me!" she implored. "I'd sooner meet death than lie with a man like you!"
"Lower your voice!" Sandro's retort was sharp, his hand tightening around her neck.
Arabella's gasp was choked out, and she instinctively struck his shoulder. "S-Stop," she managed to utter.
His grip on her neck released, but his glare remained unrelenting. "Be thankful I'm willing to spare your life and offer you a chance as my—"
"Sex slave," Arabella cut in, her voice edged with bitterness.
"There are countless women who'd beg to take your place."
Tremors wracked Arabella's frame. As much as she longed to slap his smug face, she understood the risk that came with such defiance.
"What do you want from me? I've wronged you in no way!"
Sandro's reply was delivered with a chilling calmness. "Darling, you're settling your father's debt."
Tears welled up, blurring her vision, and Arabella fought to suppress them. Crying in front of him was a vulnerability she loathed, one he seemed to relish.
"Prepare yourself for your new surroundings. This marks the start of your punishment. If I were you, I wouldn't want to be caught off guard." With those words, he exited the room, leaving her in stunned silence.
Arabella released a heavy sigh, collapsing onto the bed. She closed her eyes, contemplating her limited options. Death wasn't her wish, and becoming Sandro's sex slave was a nauseating prospect she couldn't bear.
Her mind spun, searching for a conceivable escape from this torment. Was there a way out of this wretched dilemma?
The disorderly chirping of birds awakened Arabella from her slumber. She gently massaged her temple and exhaled deeply as she slowly sat up on the chilly tiled floor. With furrowed brows, she recollected the reason for finding herself sleeping on the floor. Memories from the previous night flooded her mind as she shook her head. It had been because of Sandro. After leaving her in a state of agitation, he returned to taunt her once again, asserting ownership over her and her possessions. He had deemed her absurd for outrightly rejecting his offer, and as a result, he coerced her into retracting her words by nearly choking her to the brink of death. Arabella believed his stopping was prompted only when he saw her gasping for air. However, she had doubts that it was driven by pity, as he seemed to relish every moment of his actions. In fact, she was convinced that he hesitated solely to revel in watching her wheeze and grovel before him. The humiliation was deep, yet her frail body left
"The boss did."Alessandro Fúcking De Luca. Jesus, he was testing her patience."Did you say something?" Janice furrowed her brows."I didn't." Arabella gritted her teeth and stared back at the mirror."Since you are fine with it, how about we get going? It's almost time, and the boss isn't fond of lateness. But you might be an exception as he seems fond of you.""If you only knew my situation, you wouldn't think that…." Arabella mumbled."Uhn?" Janice questioned."Nothing. Let's get going."Arabella let out a deep breath and patted her stomach forming knots.'Help me, dear lord.' She mumbled as she stepped out of the room with Janice.************"See you later," Janice said as soon as they reached the door. "This is the boss's bedroom.""Please, Janice," Arabella gripped her hand as she was about to move. "Stay with me a bit. Don't leave me.""Oh!" Janice exclaimed as Arabella's arms wrapped around her."He's really harmless, don't be scared," Janice mumbled while caressing her back
"I'll never do that!" Arabella screeched.Even though a gun was pointing at her, showing her body in front of him was the last thing on her mind."I refuse to do whatever you say!"Sandro chuckled. He stood from where he sat and stepped towards her.He stood in front of her for a few seconds before swiftly shoving her to the nearest wall."What did you say?" He growled, clutching her neck."I-I'll never do that…."Arabella didn't get the chance to finish her words. She gasped as his hand smacked her hard on her face.She bit her tongue due to the force and winced at the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Her eyes watered, and she gazed up at him.His face was stoic, and he sneered, "You'll fúcking do as I say all the time. No matter what my orders are. You are not to disobey me and freaking watch your mouth when you speak to me next time. Is that understood?"Arabella nodded and trembled."Good." Sandro gritted.He tugged her by her long hair and dragged her to the centre of the roo
Arabella winced as she came awake.She turned and let out a groan as pain flared up as soon as she moved.Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks before she snapped her eyes open.Realising she was lying on her stomach, as soon as her vision cleared, she creased her brows despite the pounding in her head and sat on the bed."Shit!" She gasped softly. Using a pillow to brace herself, she leaned to the edge of the bed and shut her eyes.Then she opened them again. Her eyes wandered around the vast room, which was done in white.She didn't need to think twice to know she was in the clinic as the smell of bleach and antiseptic wafted into her nostrils.She gagged and glared at the IV line connected to her vein as she recalled what had happened.She wondered if he was a monster of some sort.Goodness, he had not shown remorse and had hit her until she passed out!He hadn't stopped, and she was sure he enjoyed everything he did.That bástárd!"I see you're awake."Arabella lurched as a voice
"Do well to keep that in mind," Sandro smirked.She watched as he moved to the door."Ciao," He turned and blew her a kiss before winking.Arabella let out a relieved sigh as soon as he left.She lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling.Her neck still hurt from his firm grip on it and she wondered why he couldn't kill her at once.At least, it would save her from the unwarranted punishment that was meted out to her.It would save her a lot of anguish and she'd be able to join her father wherever he was.Again, her mind drifted to Blaze. He was a mafia. He was part of his gang.It was unbelievable. Thinking of it now made it look surreal. If she hadn't seen him here, she'd have assumed he was lying.But now, she didn't know what to think. She didn't know how to feel!The person she had been crushing on from her office window was a gangster. Goodness!She sat up straight and stared at the door as it opened."Hey!" Janice rushed in. She creased her brows as she stepped to the bedside."I
Arabella fought back the urge to burst out laughing.It sounded absurd even thinking about it but laughing might make it seem rather unserious.She wondered if he assumed she'd jump at the offer due to the naughty smirk on his face.She shook her head and climbed down from where she sat and stepped towards him."Alessandro De Fúcking Luca, I am not some cheap whóre that frequents your bed. Put some respect to my name and I will never give you what you seek!" She stabbed at his chest with each word she said.She wondered where the boldness to even face him had come from but she wasn't stopping.Arabella clenched and unclenched her fists as anger seared through her.She wondered what he took her for.Perhaps, he had assumed she was one of the slúts in Cooan. A slút he could have a nice time with anything he desired."If you are not willing to give it to me, you should know I can take it from you forcefully." He whispered in her ear and his tongue slipped out to lick her earlobe.He gripp
"It's so nice of you to join us," Sandro said, and he sat on the chair.His eyes moved from Francis to Blaze who stood by the door."I'm only a few seconds late." Blaze replied with a grunt. "Might I ask what held you up?" Sandro slanted his head. Blaze gave a half-shrug, "You wouldn't want to know. It's irrelevant."His eyes stayed on Sandro as he scrutinized him. There was no way he could confess he had been with Arabella. Except he was seeking a death wish. After he had met with Arabella at the hospital earlier, Sandro had warned him against being in her presence. Also, he had accused him of telling her to remain defiant to him whereas it was the opposite.Blaze sighed and let his eyes wander away first. Sandro had a knack for knowing when someone was lying after staring for too long. He wasn't just the leader, and their gang wasn't just an ordinary gang as most people saw it.They were a werewolf pack. In the human world, it was near impossible for such a creature to be in e
Arabella covered her face with her hands and shook her head.She dragged in a staggering breath and blinked back the tears in her eyes.What happened a few seconds ago was beyond her and what she didn't think would.Sandro must think she was a slút now as he had gotten what he wanted- she screamed out his name whilst he pleasured her.It was the last thing she had wanted to do but at that instant, she couldn't stop or help herself.The desire that had coursed through her was intense and she had wanted more.Arabella bit her lower lip as her core tingled. The image of Sandro buried deep in her core emerged in her head.She wondered the length of his díck and how she'd have felt if he actually fúcked her.It was possible she wouldn't have accepted and might have screamed bloody murder. But at the same time, she was certain Sandro would have taken her by force."Will you use the whole day to freshen up?"Arabella scrambled to her feet as Sandro banged on the door.Darting into the shower