CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

(Elisa's POV)

It had only been a week since the envoys visited but I was already being asked to move into the Greyhound's estate to assist in wedding preparations. I didn't even get to bid my father a proper goodbye before I was whisked away by the drive. Upon arrival I was greeted and received by the estate's staffs, not a single family member in sight. I was silently ushered in by the maids. I tried making conversation. “So…where are all the family members?” But my attempt was met with hostile glares and more silence. After being settled in my room I decided to give myself a tour of the estate since no one offered. Just as I had made my way to the west wing, voices erupted causing me to seek the source of the commotion only to find Mr Greyhound yelling at Damian whilst he laid in bed, disheveled with an unfamiliar woman by his side.

I didn't notice when my lips move on impulse. “Disgusting” I voiced, my voice louder than intended. All eyes turned to me in shock as they hadn't anticipated my arrival. “Elisa!” Damian called out from the comfort of another woman's arms, his lips smudged with kiss marks. “What are you doing here?” His asked with a guilty expression on his face. “It's not what you think…I”

“SHUT UP!!!” Mr Greyhound interrupted before turning to me with dissatisfaction written all over his face. “Didn't your father ever teach you not to but into other people's business? Don't involve yourself in matters that don't concern you. Now leave” he commanded, shoving me out the door, leaving no room for resistance as he slammed the door right in my face. I stormed off in annoyance. “Despicable!!!” I screamed internally as I violently kicked an inbuilt bookshelf that seemed carelessly tucked away by the end of a dark hallway. Before I could even backtrack and understand how I had gotten here, a crick echoed across the hallway as the bookshelf opened up, revealing a secret passage hidden within the walls.

My curiosity took root as I stepped into the passage, the door slamming shut behind me. I had only taken a few steps when I was ambushed by a group of maids. “You're the new girl sent by madam Chasity right?” Before I could even respond and clarify the misunderstanding, I was dragged along with them as we approached a strange door within the passage. She took out a rusted key, unlocking the door and shoving me inside. “Remember, success in pleasing the young master will be rewarded but his dissatisfaction could cost you your life” and just like that, she left.

I had been abandoned in a pitch black room without a single explanation, or instructions on what to do next. I stumbled my way through the room, barely able to see anything. I stubbed my toe on the bedframe causing me to stumbled backwards, unknowingly bumping into what felt like a man's chest. “Who are you?” I questioned, readying myself to attack. “So you're the new girl Chasity sent? Is that right?” He voiced, grabbing me by the waist, pulling us closer together. “Sir, there seems to have been a misunderstanding, I'm not…”

“Shuuu, be quiet” he interrupted as his hands roamed freely around my body, caressing my curves as he spun me around, burying his face in the crook of my neck, pressing his chest against my back whilst still holding me tightly, gently fondling my breasts. “You have a nice figure” he whispered softly in my ear as gentle kisses followed suite, trailing down my neck. Without changing our position, he reached forward and claimed my lips in a deep kiss that left my knees weak. “Wait, stop” I spoke, abruptly ending the kiss. “I'm really not the girl you're…” I paused as his next words escaped his mouth in form of an order. “Get on your knees” he commanded, gradually undressing himself as he pulled off his belt, forcing me to my knees as he rapped the leather belt loosely around my neck. “Go on” he urged, tugging roughly at the belt, waiting expectantly for me to take the next step. Feeling hesitant, I thought of refusing until I recalled the image of Damian in bed with that woman. “It's only fair to have some fun as well” I muttered to myself, ready to leave my dignity behind as I cheerfully reached for the bulge in his pants, letting my fingers roam wild as I pulled out his already hardened d**k, teasing the tip with my tongue as I marvelled at his size. “Suck it” he ordered whilst grabbing a firm hold of my hair, yanking my head backwards. “Suck it and don't stop until I tell you to” feeling amused, I obliged, preparing to demonstrate my skills. His muffed groans filled the room as he repeatedly thrusted into my mouth, rocking my head back and forth, his grip on my hair tightening even more. I kept going until my eyes began to dim from lack of oxygen as he was ludged deeply into my throat. “Stop” I muttered inaudibly, desperate to breathe. “What? Can't handle it a little rough?” He mocked, yanking me up by my hair, pinning me against the wall. “i have no intention of being gentle with you, so if you can't sit pretty and take it like a good girl, then you're welcome to leave, but making that decision might cost you your life, because I don't like it very much when women walk out on me, especially during intimacy” “so…what's it going to be?” I smirked lightly as I answered his question by shoving him to the bed. “Then it seems I have no choice but to please you tonight, you can use me however you see fit and I'll ensure to ride you like my life depends on it” I responded, my clothes slowly falling to the floor layer by layer as I got on top of him, smiling in satisfaction as I buckled his belt around his arms, restraining him to the bed as I positioned myself, ready to take full control.