Sonia's POV The moment I realised Michael's demeanour had shifted from sweet to sour, I thought at first it was all in my head. But it wasn't, his eyes, once filled with warmth when gazing at me, now held a frost that seemed to freeze the very air between us. He had lied to me after all.I sought refuge in the hot anger that swept me. Anger was better than the hurt and disappointment that had filled me for the past few weeks. I turned to Michael who had been standing there, looking at me like I was mad for even being angry."Why are you doing this, Michael?" I demanded. I did not give myself the time to think, I was so consumed with my own emotions for logic. "You're a prisoner, Sonia," he stated coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion we once shared as childhood friends."A prisoner? But why?" I stammered, my voice was already cracking under the strain of confusion and hurt. "We grew up together! Does that not mean anything to you now?""No it doesn't, you're my prisoner." I bit

Sonia's POV I lay on my bed, my heart racing as Michael's words echoed in my mind. "Prepare yourself for me, Sonia. You have a week to heal." His eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. I could not help but wonder what he meant by "prepare myself." Was it a warning, a threat, or a promise?I knew he wanted me, and if my thoughts hadn't been so damn sentimental a few moments ago, if I didn't look so damn helpless right now, he would seduce me. After some minutes I thought Michael must have left the room, I whirled, on my feet, and saw him. my immediate surprise faded. I stared. The way I was looking at him made him become very still.He edged his shoulder against the door. His riveted gaze made me forget all my saintly intentions; I was destined for hell anyway. "Look at me," he commanded softly.He was the last person I would have ordered me around, but the night was magical, the moment deeply intimate, and he compelled obedience. I obeyed ac

Sonia's POVI got down from my bed and laid on the cold, wooden floor, my stomach growling with hunger. It had been days since I last ate, and I could feel my body weakening. But I refused to give in. I refused to eat, to be treated as nothing. I wanted to send a message, to show Michael that I wouldn't be treated like a prisoner, like a mere breeder.The door to my door creaked open, and instantly Michael strode in, his eyes fixed on me. "Sonia, you need to eat," he said, and that was when I noticed Laura behind him.Laura scowled at his back. But Michael gave her a signal to excuse us, and then she left. My anger grew, and I didn't question why."Feel better?" Laura mocked. "Oh, thank you!" I stomped after us and locked my door.Michael was seated comfortably by my fire side and he was stoking the fire when I returned. That sight annoyed me, too. He rocked back onto his heels, squinting at me. Hands on my hips, I stared back. He reached into a little bag and tossed a can at me. I ju

Sonia's POV Control seemed to be the last thing on my mind when his mouth enveloped mine. All Michael was concerned about was taking off my clothes, jerking the material off me in strips, exposing the shape of my breasts, the tight beckoning nipples, the globes of my buttocks and the invitation glistening at the junction of my legs.He kissed his way from my lips to my breast, his mouth clamping greedily over my breast, teeth scraping and teasing while his tongue laved and soothed. I cried out, stunned pleasure written all over my face. His hand caressed my belly, touched my small golden hoop, and moved lower. The moment his fingers brushed my wetness, my entire body shuddered, a low moan escaping my mouth."You're so wet, Sonia." His fingers plunged deep into me, felt the contraction of my tight muscles, hot and moist and so velvet soft. And then he knew this was my first. His erection became heavy and thick, pulsed with the need to be buried deep inside of me.I rose my hip against

Sonia's POV I grew used to the heat.Several days passed. I rose just after the sun, spent the entire day in the kitchen with the chief maid except for a siesta, I did all I could to get Michael off my head . The past few nights I had been too exhausted to do anything other than sink into bed and fall instantly, deeply asleep.Today I wasn't exhausted, although I was tired. I slipped outside to sit by the river, hoping to find the day cooler and less oppressive by the water's edge. It wasn't. There was no breeze, just the still, wet heat. But then I detected different sounds by listening intently. The faint whirring of an annoying mosquito, the whickering of a horse in the remuda, and farther away, maybe, just maybe, I heard a lone wolf howl. I counted the days.Three days had passed since Michael had spoken to me like some piece of shit. I wondered what he was up to.What did I care about that, anyway?I stroked a blade of grass and thought about the dream—-the very disturbing dream