Chapter Eight - Tavisha

'What the fuck?'

I am dragged from my lethargic state and shaken like a dog, then I am tossed onto the bed like a rag doll. 

'Who the hell does this neanderthal think he is?'

I react instinctively, slapping his face hard, but it makes no difference; he does not even blink, sneering at me, he tells me he expected more of a fight from the Bratve Principessa and that he did not think it would be this easy to 'break me.'

I see red.

I know I am weak because all I've had since they brought me here is scoops of water from the tap, but it does not stop me. I fight him with all my remaining strength, beating him with my fists and sinking my teeth into the hand he tries to place over my mouth until I taste blood.

'You little bitch.'

He shouts, and I know I will be beaten for it, so I automatically flinch when he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. He grabs my chin with his free hand and holds me still, so I have to look at him.

'Dear God, he is beautiful.'

My eyes go wide as I take him in, dark, navy blue eyes regard me warily, full, plump lips are parted, revealing perfect white teeth. His skin is a soft golden colour, and his hair.

'Oh my, that hair is glorious. Thick, silken locks tumble around his head, falling past his shoulders in a stunning blue/black cape, and I know if he were not restraining me I would be running my fingers through it.'

He is incredibly beautiful, far too beautiful for a man, and then I become aware of his body covering mine. He is all hard muscle, lean and strong, easily holding me down with one hand, and he must be at least six feet five, as he towers over my small frame. 

It appears he notices me as a woman at the same time, those sinful lips quirk up in a slight smile, and those stormy eyes go so dark they almost turn black.

'Well, well, the little Principessa has spirit.'

I finally notice his thick Irish accent, and my brain connects the dots instantly before I can stop myself; his name spews from my lips.

'K, K, Killian O'Hara.'

Now, a broad smile crosses his gorgeous face, and he presses his forehead onto mine.

'Sure, and didn't I think you had never heard of me, my pretty little colleen.'

My heart is beating so hard, I am sure he can hear it, as everything I have heard about him races through my mind, and I know he sees it in my eyes because he chuckles.

'Oh, darlin. You can forget the hearsay because you are going to discover that the truth is much better than fiction.'

He licks along my jawline, up my neck to the delicate spot behind my ear, and I can feel his hot breath against my flesh as he whispers against my ear.

'Sure, colleen, I am going to enjoy breaking you and filming every second to teach your worthless father that betraying his friends after decades was not a wise move to make.'

Then he kisses me brutally and passionately, forcing his way into my mouth and claiming me totally, and I can't help myself, I'm kissing him back, my innocent body melting against his. Until he breaks the kiss sharply, lifting his head, his eyes locked to mine, and then he is gone. Standing and exiting the room, abruptly leaving me curled up on the bed, completely wrecked.

He does not know that I am a virgin.

He does not know that I have been so sheltered and protected that no boy has ever been allowed near me.

Worst of all, he can never know that I have never even been kissed before.

I never imagined my first kiss to be like that.

In my dreams it had always been an unknown male, some kind of preppy Prince, it was a little indistinct but never in all my imaginings had it been a tall, muscled beautiful Irishman who had taken it from me without my permission.

My heart pounded in my chest, my panties were soaking, while my lips still tingled and I knew with absolute certainty, that if he came back into my room and tried to kiss me again, that I would let him.

Instantly, I berated myself,

'What the fuck was I thinking?' He was my enemy! Why on earth was I hot for him?'

I was so confused but by the time my mind was coming to turns with him I had fallen into a deep restless sleep. 

I woke up disorienatated again and when I tried to stand my legs buckled and I sank back down trembling with fatigue then I gritted my teeth and forced my legs to take my weight so I could make my way to the bathroom. When I returned to the bedroom I was startled to find the Irishman sitting at the small table full of food. 

'I warned you that I would make you eat. You have a choice now colleen, you can sit down and eat by yourself or you will sit on my knee and I will feed you myself.'

He growled at me and I had to admit a delicious shiver ran down my spine at the thought of sitting on his knee actually excited me. I lowered my eyes and took the seat opposite him reluctantly fighting to control these strange emotions racing through my blood. 

I hoped he had not seen my struggle but when I finally lifted my eyes to meet his I saw the amusement in them, of course he had seen it, I really needed to learn to control myself better.