Chapter 15

Rai’s POV

She tried to push me back with her tiny hands on my chest, but I didn’t budge.

“How did you make the Braciole, Reina?” I asked, still crowding her space.

Her lips quivered as she raised her hands to sign to me.

Shit.

I had forgotten. She couldn’t speak.

I watched her with a fascinated look as she moved her fingers, speaking to me in the only way she could. When she was done, she looked at me like I had understood, but I only stared at her.

She made a small sound of frustration as my eyes drifted to her lips.

What would she sound like if I was inside her? When my fingers were moving inside her, or when I had her pinned down beneath me, taking everything I gave her.

I wanted to touch her so badly, to feel her, to know how soft she really was, but I was going to wait.

I owned her.

And she would be mine, no matter how long it took.

She intrigued me.

“You’re staying here tonight,” I said, finally letting her go.

She looked at me in confusion, then slowly shook her head.

“You have no say, Reina,” I said, rolling my eyes internally. “If I tell you you’re doing something, then you’re doing it.”

I saw her scramble into her pocket and bring out her pen and paper.

“I don’t want to stay here. I have a room and I have to prepare for tomorrow.”

“Like I said, Reina, you have no say,” I replied, pulling off my shirt.

I saw her eyes run over my body, taking in the ink that covered my skin before snapping back to my face. She looked caught, and visibly shook like a little child caught stealing.

It fascinated me.

Reina did.

All of her.

I wanted to say something about it, but I decided to give her a break. She was trembling enough already.

She feared me that much.

And I loved it.

She wrote again.

“Corinne and the others, what would they think?”

“I own them, Reina, just like I own you. I don’t fucking care what they think.”

Her eyes widened.

She wrote again, and her hands shook a little, like she wasn’t supposed to write what she was thinking. I knew if she could speak, she would have confronted me.

“Do you bring everybody you own to your room?”

I could tell she was upset with what I said, but I didn’t care.

I made no move to respond. I just watched as her breathing quickened, like she was scared she had challenged me.

“Let me guess… you don’t care what I think as well.” she wrote again.

She was the only one I had ever brought into my room.

And if I cared what she thought… I had no answer for that, not even to myself.

But I wasn’t going to reply.

“Get in the fucking bed, Reina. Don’t make me force you,” I said, watching her with a stern look.

She walked slowly, defeated, and sat at the edge of the bed.

“I guess you haven’t showered. Go in and shower.”

She shook her head.

“Get in the fucking bathroom, Reina, and take a bath,” I ordered.

She still stayed where she was.

“Fine. We’ll do it that way then.”

I walked over, lifted her up, and felt her breath hitch. She tried to get down, but I held her firmly until we got to the bathroom.

I placed her inside the bathtub and turned the water on immediately.

She tried to stand, but the water had already drenched her, pressing her clothes tightly to her body.

Fuck.

She dropped back down quickly, covering herself as soap spread through the water.

I chuckled, enjoying her vulnerability.

“Take a bath, Reina,” I said, then walked out, my body tense.

If she had fought me a little more, I probably would have pinned her to the wall.

Her silence didn’t help either.

She took a long time before she came out, wrapped in my towel, her wet hair falling over her face.

I wanted to pull that fucking towel off.

Instead, I went to my closet, grabbed one of my shirts, and handed it to her.

She took it eagerly, pulling it over herself before removing the towel underneath.

She looked small in my shirt.

Too small.

And I liked how it looked on her. I patted the bed, gesturing for her to sleep there.

She came over, sat down, then lay on her side with her back to me. I smiled.

She wanted to avoid me at all costs. I turned off the light, and darkness filled the room. Not long after, I heard her soft breathing and knew she had fallen asleep.

I couldn’t.

My body was still tense, my dick hard, and the fact that she was lying there with her back to me wasn’t helping.

Fuck

She suddenly came closer, her ass, rubbing on my dick. I hissed. She continued to rub it.

“You’re testing me Reina” I said out loud, knowing she couldn't hear. I suddenly felt her shake as she made a grunt sound. It became more as she kept shaking.

She was dreaming. I turned on the lamp as I saw her face contorted in pain. It was a bad dream. She shook her head calmly.

Then I felt her shake and make a small sound.

Again. She was dreaming.

I turned on the lamp and looked at her face. It was tight with discomfort, like she was trapped in a bad dream.

I reached to wake her, but I knew the moment she opened her eyes, she would move away from me.

So instead, I moved my hand to soothe her, brushing across her breast by accident.

I heard a different sound leave her lips.

Not fear. Something else...pleasure

She responded to my touch even in sleep.

She liked it. Even when she was having a bad dream, she was still responsive to my touch. She started to shake from her dream.

“You asked for it Fiorita” my hands moved to her breast, massaging them softly as I felt her relax. I rolled her nipples and pinched them. Each earning a sound from her.

It didn't look like she was having any bad dreams anymore, she was just really responsive to my touch, I felt her hands touch mine as she led me to her pussy. I took a long look at her and saw she was still deeply asleep. I’m sure she’d think this as a dream as well.

I touched her and felt her wetness. She was soaked. I gently massaged her clit as her back arched forward, I knew she’d wake up if my fingers went inside. They were slightly big so I just stuck with massaging and flickering her clit. I also touched her breast at the same time. I wanted nothing more but to taste her but i’d make her beg for it and not through a dream.

I watched her for a moment, then withdrew my hand. My jaw tightened, as I noticed a noise that sounded like disappointment. My dick was as hard as a rock and I wanted to take her right there and now.

I wanted more. A lot more.But not like this.

She was mine now, later, whenever I chose. There was no need to rush.

I looked at her face again. She was calm now.

Peaceful.

Her breathing steady as she drifted deeper into sleep.

And I stayed awake beside her, staring into the dark.