The Sex Lord's villa

Catrina's Pov 

My jaw went slack, a silent gasp caught in my throat. I stood frozen, like the world around me had gone quiet. The hum of the air conditioner, all of it faded into a distant buzz. All I could hear was the echo of the girls' voices chatting from behind. 

"Move in permanently?" I tried to form a response, but my tongue felt like a foreign object in my mouth.

“ You don't have the whole time to start acting like a statue, don't keep Hulk waiting, you won't like what is going to happen” Charlotte snapped.

“Isabella, don't keep Leonard Conti waiting either, girls you have to dress up and move out”. Charlotte ordered further.

“Look at her acting like she doesn't know what she’s doing”. Isabella's face twisted in disgust, her eyes darting up and down.

“Yes, it's people like her that move around with charms holding captive of men that come in contact with them”. The other girl behind spoke like she's certainly sure of what she's saying.

“Tell me what did you do to Vincenzo that made him want you to move in permanently to his villa?” Isabella tightened her grips around my arms. 

Her fingers dug in my arms the more I struggled to let go, suddenly, The door crashed open, and a sharp, clapping sound followed. 

"Girls!" Charlotte shouted. The others rushed out, in a flurry of hurriedly motion.

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A cold sweat trickled down my back as the car continued its journey. The minutes stretched into hours, each one a sluggish eternity.

I can feel my heart hammering against my ribs. I kept my eyes fixed on the passing scenery, but a distorted reflection of my own fear stared back at me in the glass. 

The air in the car was thick and heavy, and every inhale felt like swallowing dust. 

Hulk leaned in, I could smell the stale scent of his breath.

 "You know I've always wondered what you taste like," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. 

My stomach churned. The words were a physical blow, a hot brand pressed against my skin.

His hand went slow between my thighs, came out slick with my juice, as he licked it off his fingers.

 The fear I had been holding back finally broke free, a tidal wave crashing over me. 

My breath hitched in my throat as he moved his face closer to mine, his hot breath a ghostly caress against my cheek. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could disappear.

“We are here,” Hulk announced.

I was so fascinated by the tall building, the compound, and the cars. I was almost tempted to ask if the building was close to the sky. 

It was so beautiful I found myself overwhelmed by everything I saw.

You can't just stand there, Hulk fired at me, snapping me out of my imagination.

"Yes sir," I answered, giving a nod of my head. My feet dragged on the floor, slow, heavy steps to the door.

Hulk's massive hand dwarfed the doorbell, his index finger pressing the small button.

A high-pitched “ding-dong” echoed through the air.

The door swung open right away, revealing a middle-age lady standing right in front of the door.

“Welcome sir” she said with a broad smile across her lips.

“She's the boss' new mistress, show her to the guest room and make sure you give her a proper treatment before the boss arrives”. Hulk instructed as he turned towards my direction.

“Make sure to be a good girl, Vincenzo has zero patience for disobedience,” he sneered at me.

The middle-aged lady still looking down led the way through the door.

When I went in I found everyone walking and working busily.

“I'm Ma'am Hera,” the middle-aged lady introduced herself.

“I'm Charlotte,” I quickly followed suit.

“The guest room is that way at floor 10,” she continued, pointing her fingers to the left.

“You can take the stairs or the elevator If you want to, don't hesitate to call my attention. There's a phone in your room”. She spoke further, bowing her head.

“Okay ma'am Hera”. I replied with a smile.

This is the first time someone has ever been nice to me, I was muffled.

I ran my hand along the railing as I walked up the stairs. 

The whole thing was so shiny it looked like it was made of gold, just sparkling and catching the light everywhere.

When I got to the top, the view of the living room blew me away. It wasn't just a room; it was like a sanctuary. Sunlight was pouring in from these huge windows, and there was this giant crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling like a frozen waterfall.

For a second, I smiled, picturing my daughter, Bathany, running around here and laughing. 

But just like that, the good feeling was gone. A cold knot hit me in the gut. This place wasn't for a kid.

 It was all so perfect, but the beauty felt cold, like a gilded cage.

 This place is owned by Vincenzo, the sex lord. There's no way I was raising my daughter here.

My fingers curled around the brass handle. 

I pushed the door open, my jaw went slack. 

The room was breathtaking, it was like stepping into a hidden sanctuary. 

On the bed, a lacey black bra and panties lay next to a small, silver vibrator. 

A shiver ran down my spine, and I knew what they meant.

 My heart thumping, I walked into the bathroom to wash up before Vincenzo arrived.

Dripping wet, I stepped out of the shower, a towel already up to my face. 

As I lowered it, a mountainous figure filled the doorway.

 His shadow stretched long and dark across the floor.