Chapter 6

Angel

My eyes widened as I looked into his, which were staring intently back at me as he continued kissing me. He was bent over, and I could feel his arms wrapped around my waist, almost lifting me off the ground. My hands were gripping his shoulders tightly as if I might fall.

He never broke eye contact, nor did I, as I tried to mimic what his mouth was doing to mine. He’s my first kiss, and I have to admit, even though I despise him for being a murderer, I can’t stop myself from feeling something different for him, especially with how expertly he’s kissing me—so much so that I want more than just this kiss. Our lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, only parting when we were both out of breath.

“Make sure you learn how to kiss properly, Angel.” I suddenly felt like I had been doused with cold water and pushed him away. I thought I might fall over, but Tore’s hands still gripped my waist, holding me steady. He released me quickly, and I ran out of his office, heading to the living room, then up to the second floor, until I finally reached our bedroom.

I leaned against the door, panting, then ran my hands through my hair. “What’s happening to you, Angel?” I asked myself, pointing a finger at my face. Og gosh! I’m going crazy, this is not happening to me!

I stomped over to the bed and collapsed onto it. What is happening to me? Why am I feeling like this? I should be scared and angry at that man, but why does it feel like something’s different with me? I can’t deny it—I actually liked it! I suddenly covered my face with both hands and buried myself in the bed, kicking my legs like a child.

“What’s happening to you?” I suddenly shot up, causing me to fall onto the floor with my legs spread wide, just as I heard a whistle.

Looking up, I saw that bastard standing by the door, staring at me before he closed it, leaned against it, and crossed his arms. I couldn’t get up because of the pain in my hip, but Tore just stood there, looking at me with a smug expression that made me wonder if he was enjoying this. I felt my nose flare in anger when I realized he was staring between my legs, and then I remembered—I wasn’t wearing any underwear! I quickly clamped my legs shut, which made him shift his gaze to my face.

“You’re so stingy,” he said, teasing me. I couldn’t respond—I couldn’t believe someone like him would say that, but why did he suddenly seem so handsome? I saw him walking towards me, so I forced myself to stand up. But his strides were too big, and before I knew it, he had lifted me and placed me on the bed before I could even react.

“As far as I know, the paper bag I gave you had underwear.”

“Those are new and haven’t been washed yet—what if they make me itch—” I couldn’t finish my sentence out of embarrassment.

“I’ll scratch it for you; just let me know.”

“Pervert!” I exclaimed in shock.

“Why? You said it might itch, so what’s wrong with me scratching it?” He was grinning, which irritated me.

“I can scratch myself, thank you.” I pushed him away and stood up. My hip still hurt a little, but it was fine; the important thing was to get away from him before something else happened, like actually letting him scratch me. Ahhh, what am I thinking?

***

A week passed quickly, and I was still at Tore's house. It seemed like he planned to keep me here forever since he never invited me to go out. I was too afraid to ask because I was just his "plaything," as he calls me. 

The only thing that comforted me was the chance he gave me to talk to my brother, who seemed fine and well taken care of based on his voice, like now.

"Big sis, brother Mauro said I'll attend a different school this year. Brother Salvatore doesn't want me to go to the same one because it's too far from where I'm staying now," he informed me. I felt happy that Tore considered sending him to school even without me asking him. I thought I would have to beg to win his favor and do whatever I asked him to do for me and my little brother.

Back to Angelo, I wanted to ask where he was, but I worried he might ask me the same, and I wouldn't know where I was exactly. Honestly, he even learned that Salvatore was the real name of the man in front of me before I did. I never asked him. All I knew was that he was called Tore because I heard a woman, his fling, call him that.

"Study hard, okay? And always remember to be a good person, just like our Mom told us." I never forget to remind him because that's what our parents used to say. My mother is very kind. Given their differences, I don't even know how my mother and Aunt Anacleta could be sisters. My Mom was an angel, and my aunt? I don't know. Another thing is Angelo, who's in the company of dangerous people, and they might influence him to do something wrong. 

"Of course, sis, I always remember that." I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when I heard his reply. Then I suddenly glanced at Salvatore, who was also looking at me, seemingly impatient.

"Alright, I'll call again later," I told my brother before ending the call and handing the phone back to the man.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"I wasn't, but you were getting impatient."

I noticed he took a deep breath before speaking. "I wasn't trying to take it; I was just looking at you."

"Exactly, you were staring. How can I properly converse with my brother when I'm constantly worried that you'll suddenly get angry?"

"Is that how you see me? Don't you notice how patient I've been with you? I even let you do what you want, and you can regularly talk to your brother."

"Talk to him while I'm sitting on your lap. What do you think we can discuss when I'm feeling uncomfortable?"

"What's wrong with you sitting on my lap? Why? Do you want to sit on someone else's?" He clenched his jaw, clearly trying to hold back his anger, which I should have felt instead because of what he said. I didn't even look at any other man when I was free, and now, even more so when I'm trapped with him.

"You're impossible, you know that?" I said before trying to get up from his lap. But as usual, he stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"Besides here and the bedroom, is there any other part of your house I can visit?"

"Don't be sarcastic, Angel. I already told you, as much as possible, I'm trying to be patient, so don't push your luck."

"And what will you do if you run out of patience? Will you threaten to hurt my brother? Will you kill me?"

"Yes, Angel, I'll kill you." His words sent a chill down my spine. I couldn't speak out of fear.

But suddenly, my back arched when he slipped his hand inside my dress, directly touching my womanhood. "I'll kill you from so much pleasure."