Chapter Four: Theron's POV

The black room has always been off limits, from everyone–including my family.

This isn't because I'm hiding anything in here–it’s because this room reminds me of what I have lost.

My numb heart is as a result of the previous occupant of this room.

She's the reason I can't kill women.

Even though I didn't mean to, I ended up causing her death.

I never had any issues with authorities, until she died.

I take one more look at the portrait in front of me, my chest rising slightly as I inhale deeply.

Her orange eyes sparkle with fury, just like mine.

Her black hair fell at the sides of her face, in such soft waves.

As I stare at the black jumpsuit she's putting on, I hear the door creak open.

My ears are alert, and judging from the sneaky clicking of heels against the floor, I can tell who it is.

As much as I like Elettra's guts, my fingers are itching to grab her by the head and throw her out of here.

She turns on the lights, jerking back almost immediately the moment her eyes meet mine.

She looks around, her eyes widening like she's looking for something. But everything here is covered with a black cloth, except the portrait in the center of the room, and the red couch I was initially sitting on.

“Don't you ever get tired of going against my rules?” I ask her, aware that Nico must have warned her.

She first starts fidgeting, biting hard on her lips with furrowed brows.

And the way she bites hard on those lips makes me want to touch her. It was too sexy.

She suddenly straightens her back, her gaze piercing.

“I don't go against rules, I go against absurd demands,” she replies defiantly.

That's crazy stupid.

This is my world so I don't make demands. I make orders, rules that must be followed to the letter.

“Being my wife doesn't give you the luxury to misbehave,” I say, stepping behind the couch with a hand resting on the top.

“You forced me into this, you can't dictate to me how I should act,” she sneers.

“You’re young enough to be my daughter. Don't make me treat you like a brat or else, I'll show you how easily I can make you obey,” I threaten.

The next thing I hear from her is a soft gasp, as she presses a hand on her open mouth before hissing.

Her reaction makes me breath a scoff, I'm sure she doesn't know my age, owing to good genetics–the Graves were blessed with the luxury of looking young.

And I figured it is the right time to let her know she's not married to some young boy.

“You pathetic old man! How dare you ruin my life!” She yells at the top of her lungs, her face turning red already.

Not like I care what she thinks of me but the word “old” doesn't suit my physique and that makes my fists pump.

Not wanting to attract anyone to the black room, I charge towards her.

She paces backwards, trembling like a child who's about to get whipped as her back meets with the wall. I stretch out a leg, slamming the door shut before turning to her.

“By the time I'm done with you, you'll never call me old again.” I mutter, cupping her face with force.

I hate the fact that she's so beautiful yet insanely rebellious.

She probably thinks I'm going to tie her up in a dungeon or kill one of her family members.

But the reverse is what I wish to do–overwhelm her body with so much pleasure that she'll beg to submit.

Following that thought, I slide my hand from her face down to her breasts hiding beneath the cotton fabric she's wearing.

The softness of her body sends triggers down my crotch, my body starts radiating with heat.

I squeeze hard on her nipples, forcing a moan out of her.

Elettra's face flushes, almost like she's embarrassed.

“Get…get your hands off me,” she grits out, but she moans softly, her body arching into mine.

“If you want me to stop touching, why are you moaning?,” I say, pressing my lips against hers before she can say anything.

She struggles in the kiss, her tongue fighting the warmth from my lips.

I break the kiss, pulling her gown upwards, stopping at her waist.

“I hate you,” she groans, her hands tightening around my shoulder.

I'm thinking she'll push me away but she only holds me down for support—as her legs were shaking from my soft rubs on her thighs.

The way her blue panties cling to her folds spirals my body into intense heat, my cock is twitching–begging to be released.

I shift the thin fabric to the side, teasing her folds. This makes Elettra struggle to breath–she’s torn between moaning and gasping.

I tease harder, making her folds grease my fingers with her juice and that excites me more than I thought it would.

I rise up, sliding my fingers in as I stare deep into Elettra's face whose eyes roll back in pleasure laced with shame.

She slides back and forth on my finger, her fingers piercing deep into my shoulders as she moans.

How surprising. For a minute I'm admiring how beautiful she looked with my fingers inside her and the next, I'm pissed that she's the daughter of a policeman.

I insert my hand deeper, wanting to give a mix of pain and pleasure. But Elettra grinds faster on my finger.

The room's soon tearing down with her whimpers, she's close to climax.

But then my phone vibrates.

I pull back, watching Elettra pant as the look of disappointment washes over her.

“Talk to me,” I order the caller as I watch Elettra scurry out of the room.

And I'm almost losing my senses to the sway of her curves until my device vibrates in my ear.

“Boss, Sir Fleming wants to see you.” He informs me.

My temple tightens, what did this bastard want from me now?