Strip

Luciano's POV

Fuck. Fuck! I needed to hit something. Cut someone open. I needed a fight, anything to forget the fact that the Moon Goddess had royally screwed me over. 

A freaking Bianchi? What the hell? 

I tried to clear my thoughts so as to not think of her. As if to mock me, the wind blew and her scent filled my nostrils. She smelt like chocolate, sunshine and apple cider. 

I wanted to smell her skin and find out if it was all natural or perfume.

 I wanted to break her neck.

 My wolf didn't make matters easier. He wanted his mate now. He refused to listen to my explanations on how said mate was a viper, who was the daughter of Vitalio Bianchi. She was just as despicable as her father. 

There was literally no information about her. No one is that squeaky clean. I knew she was hiding something, many things knowing the sort of family she came from.

Not that it was my business. I came out with one intention only. Kill Vitalio's only child and give the man a fuck you drenched in the blood of his daughter. Now though. Now things had to change because my own wolf had betrayed me.

The moment I walked in on one of my men trying to force himself on her, I saw red. It had taken everything in me to not end his pathetic life. I wanted to kill anyone who'd touched her or even looked at her wrong. 

Then I found out who her father was and I moved to end her life myself before she ensnared me. Only I couldn't move. My wolf wouldn't let me. He wanted his mate and that was it. 

Uncle Tomasso would not be happy that I didn't kill her. Hell, even I was far from happy. Beside me on the passenger's seat, Arabella Bianchi slept oblivious to the fact that I was considering how best to kill her without angering my wolf. Her dark curls fanned out and almost obscured her face, she looked so peaceful asleep that I got angry all over again.

I should have been happy today, a step closer to making Vitalio Bianchi's life a living hell while thwarting a valuable alliance for the Stonecold pack.  

"I see only one monster here and it isn't me."

I slammed my fist against the steering wheel. 

Who the fuck did she think she was?

 No one. No one dared talk to me like that and live to tell the tale.

 I sped up the car. Usually I didn't even drive but the thought of sitting right next to her doing nothing… no driving was better before I strangled her to death. 

I took a turn making sure Arabella Bianchi was still asleep. It wouldn't do for her to wake up before we reached our destination. My house.

The Romano Pack lands were vast and although the boundaries were known to avoid intrusion from other packs, the exact location of the Pack House and other outlying houses remained a secret as a security measure. The Meeting house for interpack relations was at the border of our lands. 

***

I walked down the spiralling staircase to the dungeons. The sconces on the wall cast shadows and gave the underground floors a medieval vibe. 

I inserted the key in the lock and turned it. The door creaked open and I heard the spike in her breathing. So she was awake. It would make everything easier. I would have detested killing a helpless person even though they were an enemy. 

Even a bad person like me had rules. Rules that I lived by. That kept me sane.

I walked into the cell. Arabella sat upright as much as she could on the dirty cell floor. Her hands held the torn fabrics of her gown together rather poorly as she tried to cover up herself. 

Her dark brown hair was mussed and everywhere framing her heart-shaped face and her mascara had run leaving faint black streaks alongside smudges on her face from her laying on the ground. She was biting on her lower lip as she had before when we'd met. 

The scent of her fear permeated the air and I savoured it. Finally, she understood her situation. She was beautiful in that moment. 

Her full breasts were nearly exposed by the ripped neckline of her dress barely held together by her hands, her slim waist belying the quivers she had staring up at me in fear, her toned legs leading up to wide hips. Her brown eyes shone with uncertainty and punished tears but what looked like an unshakable resolve.

Interesting.

I crouched in front of her. It would be so easy to reach out and break her neck. Besides I had meetings to get to, reports to go over and deals to make in order to advance my pack and destroy the Stonecold pack, I couldn't afford a delay. And yet I paused.

I brushed the back of my hand against her cheek and she visibly shivered before cringing away from my touch. I smirked. Then I let my hands drift down her cheek to her nape as I was about to reach her tits, she pulled away.

"What do you think you are doing? If you are going to kill me, go straight ahead. I'm not afraid of you." She looked vaguely disconcerted.

"Oh but you should be. I can do a lot of things to you, Bianchi. Your life is in my hands."

"The worst thing you can do is to kill me the same way you murdered my escort and many other innocent wolves."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Innocent? But then again compared to you, they probably were. You are really an adept liar. I could scent your fear a mile away yet you claim to be fearless. Let's test that, shall we?"

I pulled a knife, my claws would have been better but reluctant wolf and all, I didn't want to push my luck. Seeing the knife her pulse spiked. I laid it flat against the skin of her neck. "Are you afraid now?"

"No." But her voice quivered. 

I moved, turning and pulling her against me, her back to my chest, her ass against my dick her knees bent and open in a crouch, the knife at her neck.

 I let the knife sink a little deeper breaking skin. 

Her breath caught and I felt every tremor that wrecked her body, the fear even more concentrated in the air. My dick hardened. I let my other hand that held her against me fall to her tits. Her nipples were hard as pebbles and she didn't move away from me even though she could have.

Instead her body arched against mine as I started massaging her nipples. Pinching, squeezing, rubbing her tits all the while getting harder with every passing second. The scent of her arousal filled the air and my hand drifted from her tits down to the skirt of her torn dress. Slipping between her thighs, I touched her and her legs parted slightly, a moan escaping her lips. She was wet.

I felt for and found her clit. She jerked suddenly in that second and when I began to stimulate her clit, her moans grew louder and more frequent. She began to grind against my dick needingly. I moved my fingers to her entrance and inserted a finger, then two. She was unbelievably tight, her body extremely responsive to my every touch. 

I felt the tension in her body building up racing towards an orgasm as I fingered her while alternately stimulating her clit. When she was right at the edge, I pushed her off me to the cold, bare unforgiving floor and I stood up watching her shiver in need and loss. Her orgasm far gone. She was a far cry from the scared but put together wolf I'd seen when I entered the cell. She looked a mess, she could not even meet my gaze.

Even though all I wanted to do was to take her up against the wall that very instant, I smirked. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and slowly wiped my fingers clean of her juices. I wasn't disappointed, her face turned red, the blush even spreading to her chest. 

"You are pretty shameless, Arabella Bianchi. Your enemy held you at knife point, could have slit your throat at any point yet all you could do was try to get off. Very bad, Arabella." I tsked mockingly.

An ember of anger sparked in her eyes, nothing like before though the shame still coming her. "I… you know it was the mating bond. I do not feel anything for you, I would never. I thought you wanted to kill me but all you wanted to do was to take advantage of a helpless woman. If you want to kill me, just do it. Why play all these games?"

I laughed cruelly, a plan taking form in my head. 

"You have let me uderstand death would be too easy on you. Besides I told you already that I will kill you in front of your father. But before then, I will break you, take you and all the while you will beg me to. I will use you, train you, when I want to take your life, you will thank me for it gladly." 

Arabella gaped at me in shock and more than a little fear. '"You wouldn't… the mating bond is sacred. To use it as a weapon is beyond profane."

"All is fair in love and war." I smiled letting the cell door slam behind me before turning to lock it having one last look at Arabella breaking down in tears. This was only the beginning. 

The wolf wanted his mate, right? Well he would have her as a sex slave only and I would have my revenge. 

For the first time since finding out Arabella was my mate, I felt absolute control over the situation.

*******

"I want you to let her out of the dungeon, get her cleaned and dressed."

"Dressed, Alpha?"

"Like the others."

"Okay, Alpha." 

"Then have her escorted to my chambers."

Uncle Tommaso entered the study and I waved my dismissal and in seconds Uncle Tommaso and I were alone in the study. There was an awkward, tense silence that hadn't been between us before.

"I have decided to keep Arabella Bianchi here for the next two months as my sex slave."

"What?"

"Think about it, Uncle. It is the perfect revenge against Vitalio. His precious only child accomodating my every whim and fancy. Doing whatever and whoever I tell her to do. It will be like adding salt to the wound. Think of the backlash the Bianchis' will get. 'After running away from her own mating ceremony, Arabella Bianchi went off to whore herself out to her father's biggest enemy and Vitalio was too weak to do anything about it.' "

Uncle Tommaso grunted in surprise and appreciation. "That is a very good idea. I couldn't have thought of one better myself. It seems you have been paying attention to my teachings all these years."

"Of course, Uncle. I take your every word and tutelage to heart." Mostly.

Uncle Tommaso wrinkled his brow in concentration then spoke. "Luciano, I hope this is all there is."

"Pardon?"

"You would not be hiding something from me, would you?" He looked at me searchingly.

"What do you mean, Uncle?" I tried my best to look confused.

"I hope the entire reason for this charade isn't because you like the girl. A little fuck here or there never hurt anyone but this is a Bianchi. If you were to get too emotionally invested in her…" 

"You are wrong, Uncle Tommaso. I have no feelings for her. Not even lust. She disgusts me but I will not let that derail me from my revenge. I will use her to hurt Vitalio and nothing more. I will not forget our vow to eradicate the Stonecold pack and Vitalio Bianchi."

"Good. Best keep it that way." Uncle Tommaso sighed in relief. 

I tried not to feel too bad about lying to Uncle Tommaso after all I wasn't really lying. It was my wolf who was fixated on her, not me. And I would keep it that way. I had fucked many women in the past and I would continue to. There was nothing special about her.

******

I was reclining on my bed in my underwear when the knock sounded on my door. 

"Enter." 

Emery entered with Arabella in tow. 

"Alpha." Emery said sultrily as she bowed. Arabella looked ravishing. Her dark brown hair was washed and left loose to flow down her back almost reaching her ass. I could already imagine grabbing onto it as a handhold while fucking her from behind. She wore the red floor-length robe the others wore, I smirked thinking of what I knew she was wearing underneath. She looked half scared to death. Looking at anywhere but the bed.

This was going to be interesting.

"Emery, you may leave." 

Emery hesitated then bowed before leaving.

"Arabella." I let her name roll right off my tongue. 

"Strip for me."