CHAPTER SEVEN

I had no idea if I fell asleep again but when I came through a few moments later, I found Zayne staring at me.

The look in his eyes was obsessive and possessive and bordeline insane. Why was he staring at me like that?

Like I was a piece of meat he wanted to tear apart. And why the hell did I find it ridiculously hot?

I scrambled away from the edge of the bed, my heart beating against my chest.

I needed to move away, not because I was scared of him but because I was scared he would realize what I was thinking.

“I still don't know why I'm here…aren't you going to feed me at least?” I asked, trying to keep my voice soft.

I remembered what he said earlier about being rude, even though I wasn't, and I had a feeling it was the reason he strangled me earlier too.

I rubbed at my neck unconsciously as I remembered and noticed his eyes following my movement.

Was I being delusional or was that guilt I saw in his eyes? Nah, I was definitely being delusional.

Zayne had what you would call dead eyes. There was a saying that you could always tell what a person was thinking or feeling from their eyes.

But I couldn't get anything from Zayne. The only time I saw something in his eyes was when he was strangling me.

He had looked…crazy for a while and as if he was enjoying it but hating it at the same time.

It made no sense…

“I'll have Penny bring you some food later.” He said.

I frowned.

“Who's Penny?” I asked.

“Your personal maid. She'll help you with whatever you need.” He replied.

Why was he talking like I would be staying here for a long time? I mean he already said I was never leaving here earlier but maybe that was code word for I just wanted to spend a bit more time with you?

“I'm not staying here…what I need is to go back home, to talk to my friend…”

His lips twitched and his eyes grew even harder.

“Come here.” He ordered. I sat still, my heart jumping in my chest.

“Come here or I'll come over there.” He ordered. I wanted to say no. He had no right to order me but damn, his voice…everything in me was leaning towards him already.

What was he? Was he human? He had to be some kind of supernatural creature with the ability to cast spells on their victims.

And he must have cast a spell on me from the moment we met at that club in Los Angeles.

What else could explain all these? I moved slowly to the edge of the bed and he slowly wrapped a hand around my neck.

I didn't get scared this time. Something about the way he did it this time had an entirely different effect on me.

My eyes bored into his as he leaned towards me and ran his tongue along the side of my neck.

I gasped lightly and gripped the sheets.

“Weren't you listening to a word I said? You're never leaving this place.” He growled.

I couldn't think though…his hand tightened around my throat as sucked on my neck leaving hickeys no doubt.

And just like that, he moved away and pushed me away and got to his feet.

I glared at him as I rubbed my throat which was sore. “What the hell was that for?” I snapped, forgetting what he said about minding the way I talked to him.

His jaw twitched.

“You don't seem to have understood the situation you're in, doll.” He said.

‘Doll’, how insulting. Why was he calling me a doll? I didn't even look like one, so why? And more importantly…why on earth did I like it so much?

“Tell me then. Make me understand. You've been speaking gibberish so far.” I said as I folded my arms across my chest and met his stare head on.

His lips twitched and I blinked. Huh? Was that his idea of a smile?

I laughed. “Is that your idea of a smile, Zayne? I can call you Zayne right?” I asked, to be sure before he made another fuss about being rude.

He arched a brow at me.

“You aren't very smart are you?” He said. My heart sank. Did he just call me stupid?

“Do you know who I am? This is the last time I'll warn you about your tone.”

My fists clenched, to hell with him! What the hell was this? Why did he keep talking to me like that…

“You're not going anywhere. I kidnapped you. Is that clear enough for you?” He sneered.

“You can't do that. That's illegal…”

His eyes bored into mine, holding my gaze.

“Actually, I can. No one is going to oppose a Mafia Don. I can do whatever the hell I like.” He said.

I suddenly felt dizzy and I felt the walls closing in on me. ‘Mafia Don'. The rumors were true then.

Not only was he Mafia, he was the leader of a Mafia group. And from the look of things, he probably controlled all of New York. That's why he was so confident.

No one would touch him. I was doomed. No one would find me, not Margie, and certainly not anyone.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice breaking.

“Because I can't get enough.” He mumbled. I blinked. “What?”

He walked closer to me again and pulled me towards him with one hand.

His other hand snaked its way under my dress and before I could think about what he was about to do, he slipped two fingers into my pussy.

I drew in a sharp breath as my eyes widened.

“What…are…what are you doing?” I stuttered.

“I want more of this, doll. I couldn't get enough. I'm going to keep you until I finally get enough.”

My mouth fell open. What the hell? So this was about sex? Women were really just sex toys to him.

“I don't want this, let me go…”

I trailed off, a moan escaping my lips as his fingers moved inside me. He scoffed, and I bit down hard on my lip when he continued to finger me.

“Really? Why are you so wet for me then? Your nipples are pushing hard against your dress…please, you want this just as much as I do.” He mocked.

He increased his pace, his fingers digging deeper and deeper into me until I couldn't help but let the moans out.

“That's it, doll. Moan for me…like the dirty little toy you are…” he growled.

To my embarrassment, I widened my legs wanting more…as I grabbed hold of the sheets.

“You’re so fucking responsive…spending all that money to keep tabs on you wasn't a waste after all.” He mocked and pulled his fingers out of me.

I gasped at the sudden loss and stared up at him in shock, embarrassment and pain.

He kept tabs on me?

“What?” My voice sounded like I was choking. I was, humiliation was choking me.

He stared down at me with disgust, as he licked my juice off his fingers.

“Pray I get tired of you quickly, that's the only way you're ever getting out of here.” He said and with that, he turned and walked out of the room for the second time that day.