Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Mirabelle’s POV

I stared at the gun he’d carelessly tossed onto the bed. It sat between us like a warning. His hand still gripped my waist, and his eyes roamed freely and hungry, dangerous.

I knew what kind of man he was. It would be hard to refuse him. He hadn’t just bought me… he owned every part of me now. Still, I hated that he picked me. I hated whatever he saw in me.

"You’re so hot," he breathed, voice thick with lust. Then he stepped back, slow and calculated.

"What do you want from me?" I asked. My voice barely came out, even though I knew what they wanted. It was still very hard for me to wrap my head around it. 

He raised a brow, amused. "You shouldn’t be asking your owner that." His words turned cold. "Besides the price I paid at the auction, do you even know how much I gave your aunt and uncle to clear your debts?" He exhaled sharply. "You should be on your knees. Thanking me. Obeying every word I say."

He wasn’t wrong. I owed him. But at what cost?

"I’ll do anything you ask," I said quietly. My hands trembled. My chest tightened. Why did I just say that? What had I just promised?

He chuckled darkly. "Oh, little one..." His fingers brushed under my chin. "Strip."

My heart stopped.

"What are you waiting for?" His tone deepened. "You said anything. So strip."

He wasn’t bluffing. He truly meant it.

"You knew what this was the moment you stepped into that hall," he went on. "You’re no different from the others. Just a tool. Something I bought to satisfy my lust."

My fists clenched. "I’m not that kind of person," I whispered. "I didn’t know what kind of place I was walking into."

No! I didn't know the kind of place I was being forced to come. 

"They all say that." He scoffed. "Now, be a good girl. Let me get my money’s worth."

My pride crumbled under the weight of his words. But I didn’t have a choice. Survival meant obedience. I had no power, but I needed to survive at the same time leaving me with no option. 

I reached for my gown straps, my breath shaky. Maybe it would only happen once. Maybe after this, he’d lose interest like the rumors said.

I was just going to be his until he was done having sex with me. I heard he barely sleeps with the same lady twice 

But then… something inside me screamed. Was I really going to let him take me like this? Without even trying to stop it?

My arms lifted, my voice cracked. "I can’t. I never wanted this." I shook my head, blinking back tears. "Please..."

He stilled, just for a second.

"I see you’re trying to act tough." His hand reached for my strap. My body jerked, but I was frozen. His fingers slid across my shoulder, pulling the fabric down slowly.

"You said you don’t want this?" he repeated. The gown slipped past my arm. His hand moved to the other strap.

"Remember the life you had. Want to go back to your aunt and uncle? Debtors chasing you? Living in fear?" His voice dropped. "You’d pay every cent I spent getting you here. Every. Single. One."

My heart pounded. Was that a threat?

"Wait. What?" I said. "Is that a threat?"

"You can translate it however you want."

I went quiet. I didn’t need to imagine the life he was talking about. I had lived it.

I couldn't even imagine paying him every penny he spent and that only left me with one option. I had to do his bidding 

He stepped closer. His scent wrapped around me. It was dark, expensive, dangerous.

I stared at the ground. His gaze burned through me. A strange heat crawled up my thighs. I hated how much control he had over my body with just a stare.

I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him. But my body… traitorous and desperate… moved on its own.

My hand reached for the straps again. This time, I pulled the gown down myself.

I stood naked. Exposed. My skin crawled.

"I love it," he murmured, eyes locked on my chest. His voice made my stomach twist and churned. 

"You’re already doing it," I muttered.

"I haven’t even started."

I stayed still, pressed against the wall like prey.

"Just do what you came here to do and get it over with," I said, swallowing hard.

He smirked. "I like it when you’re feisty, little one." His hand gripped my ass and dragged me against him. "Look me in the eyes. I want to see those pretty eyes while I ruin you."

His fingers slipped under my chin, lifting my face. Our eyes met. His were darker now — hungry.

I felt him, hard against my stomach. His mouth crashed into mine. Rough. Nothing gentle. Nothing sweet.

"Ah, fuck," he groaned into my lips, his hands roaming without care. "You taste so fucking good." He caught his breath, panting slowly.

My fingers tangled in his hair. I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. My mind told me to run, to scream. But my body...

His lips moved to my neck, then back to my mouth. My knees trembled. I moaned, it was soft, involuntary.

Did I just…?

"I love that sound," he growled. "But maybe you should show me some respect too, huh?"

I was so quick to understood what he meant. He was 19 years older than me. He was old enough to be my father. 

"I will… just—" I gasped as heat spiked inside me.

We fell back onto the bed. His weight pinned me. The air was thick with need.

He cupped my breasts, rough and greedy.

"Oh shit—mm." I couldn’t hold back the sound as his tongue replaced his fingers.

His teeth grazed my nipple, sending a violent shiver through me.

This will be the last time, I told myself. One night. That’s it.

His fingers slid down between my thighs, teasing me over my panties.

"You’re so wet," he whispered. "Didn’t think you wanted me this badly."

I didn’t. I don’t. My body betrayed me.

"Tell me you want me," he murmured. "Tell me who owns you."

I couldn’t breathe. My back arched as his touch deepened.

"Yes, Daddy... you own me."

"Oh, I love when you say that," he groaned.

Then — his fingers slipped inside me.

I gasped, sharp and loud. My body jerked, overwhelmed.

"Yes, sir," I moaned through clenched teeth.

But then—

He froze.

He pulled his hand back. Sat up.

His breath was uneven. "Oh, shit..."

He ran a hand through his hair, stepping back. Something had changed.

He stared at me. Not with hunger. Not with dominance.

With confusion.

"Is this your first time?" he asked quietly.

I looked away. "Does it matter?" My voice broke. "You were just going to use me and leave, right?"

"Let's just get over with this and let me go." Frustration filled my voice.

He didn’t answer. He just stood there, staring. Then, without a word, he turned and walked out the door.

He didn’t look back.

And just like that, he was gone.

I stayed on the bed. Naked. Cold. Shaking.

Had I just been abandoned… or had so

mething more dangerous just begun? Was he going to let me go after now? Different unanswered questions crossed my mind.

I guess I'd just have to wait again.