Chapter 4 - His Rules

(Angela Moraga)

As we stepped into the living room, I stopped and asked the muscular man, “Hello, excuse me. Who owns this house?”

“Mr. Richard,” he replied tensely.

As I looked into the living room where Richard strode toward the stairs, he paused looking at the driver with bloodshot eyes.

“Get out, Derek!” Richard snarled, and the driver quickly ran out.

I gritted my teeth, wondering how I ended up with my sister’s boyfriend.

“Master Richard, please, let me go home,” I told him, trying to negotiate with him.

I knew that it was futile negotiating with this man, and I blamed myself for accompanying Isabella to his birthday party.

“Don’t call me that,” Richard grunted, as he glared at me too.

“Huh, what do I call you then? My sister’s boyfriend?” I asked him, and his eyes narrowed.

Richard came downstairs and strode to meet me.

The next moment, he was standing in front of me, and his firm hands clasped around my neck.

“You are so stubborn, unlike the calm kitten I saw at my birthday. What happened to you? Do you want to be punished?” Richard asked, his voice hot and rough as he caressed my face.

He was taller than me, and I gulped hard.

His masculine scent of pine invaded my nostrils and disrupted my brain from giving him a direct answer.

“No. I don’t want to have anything to do with you. Please, let me go home,” I begged him.

“Hmm,” Richard breathed out hotly.

“What will you do to make me let go of you? Do you think it’s a lie that you belong to me? Take a look at the receipt.” He fished out a receipt and showed me.

“NAME: ANGELA MORAGA. SOLD: 50 MILLION DOLLARS,” was boldly written on the receipt, signed by the Dark Realm Auction house and also Richard’s name.

“But I never agreed to be sold,” I told Richard, tears welling up in my blue eyes.

“Please, I have a dream to become a doctor. Please, I don’t want to become your sex slave. Please…” I cried, collapsing at his feet as I held his legs to beg him.

“Please, let me go. I will do anything you want me to do. Please, just let me go home. I do not want any of this,” I begged him, but Richard squatted and reached for my hands.

His hands held mine, and he pulled me back up to my feet.

“You are not so dumb, are you? You are not going back home. You belong to me, and I want you,” Richard said, his black eyes glowing with interest.

“I don’t want you. You cannot rape me. You will go to jail if you force yourself on me!” I warned him, challenging him with a deadly stare, and he laughed, looking breathtakingly handsome.

“Who said that I will force myself on you? I do not force myself on women. They offer themselves to me, and I take pleasure in taunting them. You never asked your sister about me. She will tell you that I have never touched her pụssy or know what the color of her lingerie is,” Richard said, as he moved away from me and strode to his bar.

His phone rang, and he fished it out and glanced at the caller.

“Hello, Derek, what is it?” Richard inquired, his cold voice making my heart skip a beat.

If he doesn’t want sex, then why did he purchase me?

“Let her in,” Richard ordered coldly, and I looked backward at the living room door that burst open.

A tall, young woman wearing a black coat, black leather trousers and black boots came inside the room.

She was carrying a black bag strapped around her shoulders.

“Good evening, Master Richard,” she greeted Richard with a bow of her head.

“Welcome, Agnes. Wait a minute in the dressing room. I will send her to you now,” Richard dismissed the woman as Derek came in next.

“Where’s the dressing room?” the young woman asked, and Derek chimed in.

“Follow me.” Derek led the woman away, and I saw her eyes glowing with interest as she looked at him.

“Alright,” she glanced away from me, smiling as she followed Derek.

“Please, Master, let me go,” I said, recalling that Richard warned me not to call him by his name. He didn’t tell me what to call him either.

Richard remained silent as he picked up a bottle of red wine from his bar.

“Care to have a drink? It’s non-alcoholic,” he asked with a smile, but I shook my head and replied, “No. I want to go home.”

Richard grinned, took a sip, and looked at me.

“You are not going home. I will inform your parents about it, and as for your schooling, you will resume going to school at Top Hills University since you want to further your education. But I just warn you, Princess, you are not allowed to have a boyfriend or to get close to any man. If you dare to break the rule, you will be severely punished,” Richard stated as he drank from his cup.

“Really? Thank you,” I was relieved as I smiled.

“That’s not all. Don’t get too excited. The tattoo artist is here. Once she has branded you with my name, as I want it at the top of your chest and close to your heart, so that you will always remember who you belong to, then you will sign the contract deal to abide by my rules. Get it,” Richard said, and I frowned, as I didn’t want his brand.

Richard finished his drink and marched up to meet me, where I stood hesitating to agree to his request.

He grasped my long hair and tilted my face to look at him.

“Did you hear all that I have said?” he demanded, looking at me angrily.

I pressed my pink lips together, not wanting to reply.

Richard’s gaze shifted to look at my eyes, then down to my lips.

He caressed them, touching my lips with his palms that were covered with black gloves.

I smacked his hands away from touching my lips, but he held me firmly and lifted me off the ground, carrying me in his firm arms.

“Put me down!” I screamed, but it fell on deaf ears as he marched away.

Richard arrived at a room door, and a maid that I hadn’t seen earlier unlocked the door for him.

The young woman from earlier sat in the room’s chair, and she rose to look at us. There was a full-length mirror in the dressing room.

“Agnes, brand her chest with my full name. I want any man who looks at her to know that she belongs to me,” Richard said, as he put me in the chair.

“No! I don’t want your brand. Please…” I tried to beg him, but Richard fished out his short gun and pointed it at my head.

“Sit properly and let her do the job. Then we move on to the next step,” he ordered coldly, and I knew that he was crazy.

I hadn’t expected that Richard had a gun.

Seeing the cold metal pointed at my head, I dared not push his buttons, and I gulped hard.

“Stay still, pretty. I will tattoo Master Richard’s name properly on your chest,” Agnes said with a soft voice, but I glared at her.

I couldn’t speak, seeing Richard standing there and looking at us.

Richard withdrew his gun as he saw me seated calmly, and he said, “Agnes, once you are through, you should let me know, and ensure you tattoo my name boldly on her chest. I want it drawn in bold italic font. And make it lovely and dark like me.”

Richard smiled and strode to the door, and I frowned.

“Alright, Master Richard,” Agnes replied, but Richard had already exited the room.