HIS PET

“Come to me, my little dove.” His gaze held hers, she swallowed down hard.

Her gaze kept shifting from him; to the two men standing behind the man he was torturing. Her legs wobbled, but fear forced her to take a step forward.

Her hands gripped the hem of the lacy night wear, while she approached him carefully.

Almost at where he sat, his hand stretched out and he pulled her toward him. He yanked her onto his lap with a sharp motion, her chest rose as she flinched.

He held her right hand up to his face, and his fingers grazed the bandaged wrist. It almost felt tender, like he cared. But who would watch their ten million dollars goods get hurt?

“Doris patched you up good. Pretty girls shouldn’t bleed, unless it’s for me.” His voice, dropped to a low rumble against her ear.

“Wh-what is this?” She whispered softly, panic clawed its way up her throat. Her eyes couldn’t stop watching his movements on his gun, the way he twirled it smoothly on the table, how neat it looked.

Lucian leaned close to her face, his palm rubbed her thighs. She tried readjusting on his legs, but his other hand wrapped around her waist slid down her ass.

“This….” He murmured, his palms moved deeper on her thighs under the lacy dress, her mouth opened slightly and she arched softly, her eyes shifted shyly to his men but they weren’t watching.

“This is breakfast…” His nose grazed her cheeks, then he stopped abruptly. The man in the chair coughed, blood splattered from his mouth. His head gazed down in fear,

Lucian picked his pistol, tapping the barrel of the gun against the table. His harsh demeanor returned, and if looks were daggers then the man would be dead by now.

“I’ll take your daughter. She’s quite a suitable down payment for your debts, don’t you agree?” He grinned.

“Ma-master, please.” The man coughed, “Sh-she’s only 8” tears streamed down his face, mixing with the fresh blood pouring from the flesh wound on his cheeks.

But Lucian turned his attention back to Aria, his fingers slid up her thighs again. This time deeper, closer to her entrance, he gave them a gently squeeze and she huffed slowly.

“What should we do with him, little dove?” He asked softly, his eyes on her.

Aria’s gaze remained on the man; he raised his head up to meet her gaze.

In his eyes, she could see him desperately begging her to spare his life that was if any choice she made even mattered.

His daughter was too young? What could Lucian possibly want with her?

“L-let him go…please” Her voice quivered,

A dark chuckle rumbled beside her, his voice low and dangerous.

“Mercy belongs to God, piccola. Punishment is mine to give.” He muttered, his eyes gleamed with coldness and harsh intent.

He raised the gun slowly, directing it at the man’s head. Aria felt all the nerves in her body stand up, a murder was going to happen in front of her, she couldn’t watch it.

“Oh God,” A whimper tore from her throat as she threw herself into his chest, her hands desperately covered her ears.

They shook, her head buried into his shoulders. The sound of the gun’s click echoed in the room, but it never fired.

“Take him away,” Lucian ordered, and dropped the gun back on the table.

His men each grabbed the man by the shoulder and hurled him along with them.

Aria sat trembling in his lap, unable to move, her body completely stiff with fear. She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eyes.

“What kind of man are you?” Her shaky voice cut through the silence.

A small smile plastered on his face, “The kind that mothers pray their daughter never meet.”

He leaned closer, his breath brushed past her skin “You shouldn’t fear me…”

He caressed her thighs, “Your sister ran with something that belonged to me.”

Her hands clenched into fists at her side, what could Camilla have taken from him? how could she even know him?

“But you, you were untouched. And I like my things, pure.”

Then, slowly he reached into a drawer beside him and pulled out a small box. The kind that could hold a wedding ring, so it seemed, her brows furrowed.

Would he tell her to marry him? She was still his prisoner till her sister gets back, or till he laid his hands on her.

On opening the box, he pulled out a black and pink leather collar. It gleamed in the dim light, and the round gold pendant had a name engraved on it

“Little dove”

Aria stared at the collar in utter confusion, her heart raced.

Her eyes held the collar like it was the most terrible thing she’d ever seen.

“Wear it,” He urged, his tone filled with command it echoed differently.

She shook her head softly, attempting to get up from his lap but he shoved her back that her bare butt jiggled softly.

His hand held her jaw so she could look him in the eye, before his gaze dropped to her breasts.

Her nipples stood at peak beneath the lacy dress, showing him that she was feeling more than she let on.

“It’s not just leather, little dove.” He breathed, his finger teased her nipples, rubbing it softly, her eyes screwed shut as she held her moans.

Mentally scolding herself for even feeling, for reacting to her captor.

“You see…” His hands moved in between her thighs, rubbing them softly till he stopped at her entrance.

A smirk hung at the corner of his lips, he pulled his hand away , bringing it to her face

Her wetness had stained his fingers, slimy and sticking to his fingers in desperation,

“It’s the only thing standing between me and sinking my teeth into everything you’re afraid to want.”

Her chest rose and fell desperately, she gripped the hem of the gown, her thighs trembled.

“So, Defy me, I dare you.”