Damon's pov Seeing her broken state and the way she replied submissively was all I needed. I wanted to break her will to the tiniest bit. But then, as I looked into her face, those arresting green orbs Frozen in place pricked under my skin. After a moment of softness, I sighed and helped her to her feet, caressing her hair gently; "Now, Maya, all this wouldn't have happened if you had only kept what you saw to yourself, but now, I'll have to keep you here till all the controversy dies down." She looked vulnerable yet suspicious of me, but she still managed to whisper, "when, maestro?" I smiled a little at her reassuring voice. The Devil in me wanted to break it again. But even if I tried to hurt her, it would be slow. "Soon" I leaned my head close and kissed her on her lips very tenderly. She didn't expect the action from me, so she froze in shock not returning it. She was like a rock, stiff. It made me frown against her lips. I enjoyed the taste of her lips and wanted her to ma
Maya's povIt was early in the morning, and I sat inside the maestros' room in front of a large beautiful painting of a snake-like creature; I was alone and naked; it was a couple of weeks since I came into the mansion, and his treatment of me had not changed.I learned to respect him no matter what he told me to do or how to do it, I never left his room, and even though I was always brought food, I lost a little weight.The way I got treated depended on his mood. When he was angry, I stayed in the corner of the room, almost breathless, so he would forget I was even there. It didn't always work.When he was in a happy mood, he brought me close, kissing me and playing with my hair like I was a doll. One of his rules was that I slept naked; I didn't know the reason why but I never asked questions because I didn't want to be punished.The maltreatment still hadn't stopped, now my lips were bruised, and my face looked swollen. The dark circles around my eyes couldn't even be covered with
Authors POVDamon watched her tremble before him, the phone to her ear. Her eyes were soaked in fear. Even though he hadn't touched her YET, her eyes still glistened.He knew he had put her up to make a hard decision, break up with the so-called Manuel, or get punished, and now she was still going to get punished for making him repeat himself."Break up with him," he grimaced his tone stern.She was sobbing hard now, her hands over her mouth as she tried stifling the sobs. She knew it wasn't going to be that easy to avoid punishment. But this, what he was asking her to do, was just tricky.She and Manuel had been together for two years now. Even though she didn't love him, they were still planning on getting married, and her secret reason was to leave her family.So how could she tell him that she wanted them to be over?"HELLO," Manuel's voice filtered out of the phone. She blocked the speaker so he didn't hear what her Maestro said."HELLO, BABY""BABY"In a moment of bravery, she en
But wasn't that the goal? To not die? She pushed the voice of reasoning out of her head; _even dying is better than this_Hardening her heart and mind, she began to pull away from him, slowly, sneakily trying to make as little movement as possible, she was making progress, and soon she was out of his elbow.His hand still lay straight on her. She looked at his face and sighed. Phew, he didn't look disturbed. The alcohol must have knocked him down like a dummy.She tried lifting his hand away from her, but with each gentle push, she was more convinced that his body was made of iron. Solid ironShe glanced back. This time his brows furrowed. She swallowed in anxiety and had a rethink. What if she got caught? She ignored the thought of gaining more bravery.She continued sneaking out of his hold until only his fingertips touched her. She blinked in relief, but then he stretched and wrapped his hand around her again so firmly that she couldn't even move.She became frustrated and on the ve
He caught her by her waist before she fell to the floor, still puzzled. Maestro? Who is Maestro? The way her swollen eyes flashed in fear when she saw him, it was evident that she had wanted to faint all this while, but his shaking her up accidentally had allowed her to do so. He picked her up in his arms and climbed upstairs, looking into her battered face the whole time. He felt a strange softness and pity for the limp, bruised body in his arms that all he wanted to do was take care of her. Why was she here? Who had done this to her? His heart tightened. He would discover if Damon's men were going rough around the edges again. He placed her on a sofa in the sitting room and squatted before her, staring at her angelic face. Even with the bruise and swelling, her beauty was still out for any to see. She had the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen, and fear filled them before she fainted. "Anybody in this place?" He announced his presence. Lina came running into the parlo
So that he won't repeat himself, she stammered, "I was try-trying to pick Ab-Abby's call. I promise I wasn't tryi-trying to run away." He chuckled at her desperate attempt to make the lie believable. "Pretty little liar, your face betrays a lot, sadly." He placed the back of his palm on her cheeks, his face dark, "You can't run from me, Maya; no matter how hard you try to, I'll always find you. Even in the deepest part of hell. And when I find you, you get punished according to how long you were away from me, understand?" His tone was so soft and gentle it could have fooled anybody but not her. She could see through him, and She trembled under his touch. "Y-yes, maestro " She kept eye contact with him. He smiled and kissed her tender lips. Surprisingly he didn't bite or gnaw, just light feathery kisses around her face. "I'm sorry I hurt you, I didn't want to, but you made me do it. I wasn't myself; I just wanted you to focus on me. Just me without faking it." he made their forehea
Authors POV **_THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON_** Damon sat in his office, pencil in his mouth and a light sheet of paper on the table; he was sketching on it, light shades, and soon a familiar frame began to appear. It was her again. He discarded the paper immediately. It made him annoyed. Why couldn't he get her out of his head, no matter how he tried to? She stuck on him like a tattoo, and he couldn't rub her off. During the last few weeks, she was there; he had grown restless without her. Like right now, it was taking all his willpower not to go to her knowing she was just a drive away from him. **_What is so special about her? Her softness? Her innocence? or maybe it is my obsession to break her hope_** He remembered her broken whispers the day before; 'I haven't done it before_.' It had melted him. But then again, wasn't that another game added to his toxic collection? Recently he had started doing strange things that he had never done before. Last night he found himself lo
Maya's POV "Aren't you hungry?" Maestro asks me, curling my hair in his hand. We were in his infamous room, and the atmosphere was light. He was calm now, and I was seated on his lap while he toyed with me. I stayed still, and when he got tired of playing with my hair, he left me to the shower. As hard as it was to believe, he didn't change, nor did his excellent ingenuine treatment towards me; he even brought me gifts and didn't pass on an opportunity to touch me. I was accustomed to being treated well in exchange for my complete submission. He still hadn't made a move to get intimate with me since that first day, but I knew he wanted to; I could see it in his eyes each time I was undressed and when I had clothes on. It made me remember the goon's conversations. They were right; this was an obsession. The yearn to own and control. With him this way, it was going to be hard to leave. It's been a week, and throughout that week, I haven't seen Sir Derinem. That was because I was