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  Cassandra.

  

  

  “Master…faster…harder, please… fill me with your cock!”

  

  “Tell me how badly you need it.”

  

  “Desperately, sir.”

  

  “Bend lower, open wider.” He growled, “Say it…who owns you?”

  

  “You… I belong to your master…only you!.” The lady cried out, and I desperately wanted to scream at her to shut her mouth. 

  

  The air was mixed with the scent of sex and sweat that made my stomach churn. 

  

  The sound of skin slapping echoed around the room, moans, groans, and filthy words…and I stood frozen but didn’t dare to look at them.

  

  I wanted to walk out, wanted to curse at him…but I couldn’t.  Not when I feared what he could do to me.

  

  The sounds increased again, table creaking, the lady screamed out loud, and I curiously turned my head to peep.

  

  My breath hitched at the sight before me, the lady was now lying on the table, her legs wide open and her hands handcuffed, breast bouncing with every brutal thrust.

  

  And him? 

  

  Marco rammed into her like a beast. His cock was buried deep into her as she sobbed and moaned for more.

  

  Was he that good? Her juices spread down her leg and I swallowed hard, feeling heat pool between my thighs.

  

  Then his gaze shifted…to me!

  Our eyes locked, and I turned my head back immediately.

  

  Shit! He saw me…watching. 

  

  I took in deep breaths, trying to calm my beating chest. I could still feel his eyes boring holes at my back, but I didn’t dare turn.

  

  Then I heard it, his groan, low and thunderous. 

  I still didn’t move or turn. 

  

  “Clean up your mess and get out!” I heard Marco say and after a while, the lady ran out…naked with some wipers and her clothes.

  

  I still didn’t move until I heard the sound of his zipper…I turned and… “Holy shit!” I cursed out. 

  

  My back collided to the wall roughly, and I moaned as the pain spread through my whole body.

  

  His hands wrapped around my neck, not strangling me but enough to discomfort me.

  

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled.

  

  

  “I told you to sit, didn’t I?”

  

  

  “You must be sick to expect me to sit and watch you fuck another woman like a beast.”

  

  

  “Language! You don’t use ‘fuck’ while speaking to me!”

  

  

  “I’ll like to see how you intend to stop me from using the word!” The words left my lips before I could stop it. 

  

  

  I expected him to do something. Maybe hit me or anything.

  

  

  But he didn’t.

  

  

  He still had his hands around my neck as he glared at me with so much intensity that could make someone piss on their pants, but I didn’t move. I made sure my eyes were fixated on him too.

  

  If he thought he could intimidate me with his look, then he has got to be joking.

  

  His gaze flickered to my lips, and it was then I realized how close we were. Our lips were inches apart, and I could barely breathe well. 

  

  “So you did watch?” His voice was now low and husky.  “You watched me slide my cock into her wet pussy. You watched me fuck her until she begged for mercy, how hypocritical.”

  

  

  “Get your filthy hands off me, you reek of sex.” I retorted, trying to hide my shame.

  

  

  He chuckled, “Did you enjoy the show that bad?”

  

  

  “You’re disgusting.”

  

  

  “And yet, you’re turned on.”

  

  

  That was it for me. I pushed him with all my strength, my chest heaving up and down.“I suppose that’s not the appropriate way to talk to your soon-to-be daughter-in-law.”

  

  

  He smirked, nodding his head, “There has been a change of plans, sit.”

  

  

  I glanced at the table, the lady had wiped everything off, but no way I was sitting near it, I took a chair and sat inches away, my eyes locked Marco.

  

  “I’m listening.”

  

  He crossed his legs on the table, “You don’t learn or listen, do you?”

  

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  

  “I heard about your little escape plan with the maid.” He began, and I rolled my eyes.“I dare you to try that again.”

  

  “Try what?”

  

  “Rolling your eyes at me.”

  

  “You are one hell of an unserious being.” I blurted, still surprised at how he had changed the topic all because I rolled my eyes. 

  

  A part of me wanted to tempt him…to see what he would do, but I thought against it, I was already tired of the bantering. 

  

  “Your punishment will be…”

  

  “I won’t be serving any damn punishment!” I cut in, “I am a grown ass woman not some teenager. And moreover the old lady was able to tackle me before I could even leave the room.” 

  

  

  “You disobeyed my words. And with every disobedience comes a punishment.”

  

  

  I held the urge to scream and tear this whole place down. It's his audacity and aura for me. 

  

  

  “It’s just a matter of time, Cassandra. I’ll tame you…just you wait and see.”

  

  

  I scoffed, crossing my arms, “Why are you so obsessed with wanting to control everyone? You want people to bow to your feet like you’re some kind of god, who the hell do you think you are?”

  

  A wicked grin formed on his face, “Marco…. Valentino, that’s my name, Dolcezza.”

  

  

  “I want to make this clear, Marco. I’m not your puppet!”

  

  

  “Yes, you aren’t. You’re less than that…you’re my property. My goods. I bought you and I own you.”

  

  

  “You keep blabbing about buying me, if I may ask, how much did you pay my mother?”

  

  

  “Oh it’s a lot, princess. Your greedy mother made sure I spent more than enough to get you.”

  

  

  “I’m…”

  

  

  “Shut up.” He cut in sharply, “Enough of this silly banter, let’s get into the reason I called you here, “How was your night?”

  

  

  Really? He was seriously asking me that? “My night was…”

  

  

  “Did you two fuck?”

  

  

  I should have known. 

  

  

  I paused for a while, my feet tapping vigorously on the ground. 

  

  

  

  “I asked a question. Open your mouth and respond.”

  

  

  

  I let out a sigh, resisting that urge to roll my eyes before speaking, “I can’t relate to that question of yours.”

  

  

  He chuckled, “You want me to spell it out, fine.  Did you and Nathan have sex?”

  

  

  “What makes you think I would?” I retorted, “I had to sleep naked in bed with some stranger without my consent.”

  

  

  “That’s your fiancée, not a stranger.”

  

  

  “Come to think of it. I demand to know who carried me back in bed.”

  

  He walked swiftly to where I seated, and his hands pierced my jaw, lifting my chin to meet his dangerous glare,  “Listen to me, darling. I have given you so many excesses because your character and defiance intrigues me. But don’t you dare try to ever demand or command an answer from me.” He increased the pressure on my jaw and I could feel tears threatening to spill, “Do you understand?”

  

  

  I didn’t respond…not because I didn't want to but because he had his hands on my jaw. 

  

  

  He increased the pressure again and a tear slipped from my cheek. “Wipe it off. I detest weak beings.” He muttered but I didn’t.

  

  

  Instead, I stared at him with so much disdain as uncontrollable tears streamed from my face.

  

  

  I had sworn never to break in front of him. But sitting here, the realization dawned on me that there was nothing I could do to harm or hurt this man.

  

  

  I was helpless…and this was just the beginning.