Messy Life

Ava's POV

"That's too late, you've already earned yourself a punishment," he rasped as his hand on my hip went down, tracing my curves before he skilfully unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped them.

My lips parted again to speak but only a gasp broke free when he palmed me between my legs.

"Lorenzo, don't!" My voice was inaudible due to his hold around my neck. At this point, I couldn't care anymore about being strangled to death by him, not when his large hand traced my folds through my panties.

I grabbed his hand around my neck, wanting to pry myself free but it was useless again. My body tensed the moment his thumb pressed against my nub. No! I didn't want this.... Or so I hoped, but my body said otherwise.

I should repulse at the feel of his warm and rough palm between my legs, touching me without permission. I should try to scream, fight and throw insults at him. Anything to make him stop.

There were many things that I should do yet I did the opposite. I chose weakness instead of strength, I chose to surrender instead of putting up a fight. My body burned under his touch, arching under his mercy and it took everything in me not to close my eyes. I dare not defile him again.

When did I become this compliant? Probably after being maltreated by my brother and his wife for so long that I can remember.

His knuckles brushed against me again but he didn't touch me directly. His fingers traced my fold, rubbed against my clit until my breath became ragged but even at that, I didn't make a sound. My eyes met his head-on.

Slowly, I started to feel something wet pooling between my legs. No! This shouldn't be happening. This was fucked up in several ways.

My heart tightened when a small, almost imperceptible smile stretched the corner of his lips. He didn't say anything but pinched my folds through the flimsy fabric and my eyes threatened to close. My teeth bit even harder into my lower lip until I could taste iron.

Just when I thought I'd lose it, he pulled his hand away but the warmth still lingered, reminding me of the disgusting act which happened without much resistance on my path.

He lifted his hand, his fingers covered in my release. "I guess blood comes in different colours..." He drawled, observing my release in fascination. I caught the amusement in his voice and shame washed over me.

Oh God. He had caught me red-handed. My breath hitched when he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "You're soaking wet—not with blood obviously, but with arousal. My fingers are fucking slick with it."

He slowly stepped back, and something inside me snapped. I raised my hand to slap him across his face but he caught it midair, his grip felt like a vice and his face cold but amusement warmed his eyes.

I didn't know why I tried to hit him, probably to save face but what was the point if he could easily defend himself. What was I even thinking?

He stared at me for a while, watching as my chest heave and my eyes watered with tears yet he didn't seem the least concerned. Instead, he shamelessly lifted his fingers which were still covered in my release and put it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he sucked on his fingers before releasing them. They were clean yet the act was dirtier than anything I could imagine.

"Mine," he almost growled out the words, a sick feeling twisted my stomach as I saw the possessive look in his eyes.

Breaking eye contact, I looked down from the balcony, watching as his men stood at the entrance of the building, unaware of what was happening above them.

"I'm not yours," I whispered, my voice raspy from the impact of the strangling.

I felt warm fingers pinching my chin and turning my face to stare at pairs of cold silver eyes. "You're whatever I want you to be. My slave, my prisoner and even my wife. Because you're mine." He said calmly, that infuriating calm and cold expression made me want to step closer and rip the mask apart, wanting to see the beast behind them.

He moved away, dropping my hand but his touch lingered. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he sized me up. "Stay here, and don't go out without permission. If I find out that you left the mansion again, things wouldn't go down well for you." He turned to leave but stopped.

"There's lingerie on the bed, put it on and wait for me tonight," with that last order, he walked out of the balcony, leaving me reeling with confusion, fear, anger, frustration and overwhelming hatred directed towards my brother for putting me into this mystery.

My life didn't feel like mine anymore. My choices were snatched out of my hands and I was forced to suffer for it. I didn't know my fate with Lorenzo but if any of what Mario said was true, then my fate was no different from that of my parents.

I wanted to confront Lorenzo, to confirm Mario's words but fear gripped me. What if Mario was telling the truth? How could I possibly confirm Mario's words when speaking to Lorenzo alone terrified me? Would he admit it or lie? Would he even bother saying anything when he looked at me like I was an inconvenience, a hassle and something so insignificant.

Then my mind replayed conservation with my grandfather. Mario was my betrothed. Mario Bennett. I closed my eyes, fighting back tears while my stomach churned in fear and panic. I felt exhausted, drained. I just wanted to sleep this day away, and probably never wake up. That would be the best thing to ever happen to me.

I walked back into the room and indeed a beautiful set of red lingerie was on the bed. The red lacy lingerie felt like a mockery, anger burned deep within me. I approached it, slowly tracing my fingers over it before I grabbed it, walked to the bathroom and searched for a lighter before setting it on fire.

I watched as the lingerie burned, turning from red to black just like my life. Smoke permeated the air and I inhaled, leaning back on the wall, feeling like I was finally reaching for the reins in my life.

However, the relief was short-lived as Lorenzo's hard, cold face popped up in my mind and my shoulders tensed. Fuck! What have I done? The red lace was totally black and burnt at this point, reminding me of my fucked situation. I wasn't taking the reins in my life. No! I had just made it worse than before.