C7 Chapter Seven

I can feel the opposition inside her, the desperate desire to refuse me. But then she glances at my hand where my belt is tightly wrapped.Another whimper leaves her, one that makes my body strain even harder against my fly. She lies back, her legs shut tight, her hands covering her body

“Show me.” I step back and devour her with my eyes. Curvy and soft, . Gorgeous perfection that hides the depraved heart of her family. I won’t forget what she really is. It’s impossible. But I can enjoy looking at her, enjoy making her quake with fear.

“Show you?” Her voice is barely a squeak.

“You know what I want.” I reach down and adjust myself.

“Please don't hurt me ,” she whispers.

I’m trapped and alone, stalked by a man who embodies my darkest nightmares. The bridge of my nose stings, tears trying to swim in my eyes. I swallow hard, tamping down the emotion. Crying isn’t going to help me. Given the way Massimo treated me last night, the tears might actually incite him to do worse. Besides, I’ve cried so much that my eyes are puffy and my head aches-yet I’m still here. I’m still trapped. Tears don’t help.

“Please what?” I flex my fists. “What do you want to beg me for, princess? You want me to stop? To leave? To keep my hands off you?” I smirk. “I own you. Tips to toes. Everything you are, belongs to me. Now I want to see what I bought and paid for, and you’re going to show it to me. Every last freaking bit of it.”

She trembles, fear wafting from her like an intoxicating perfume.

I step closer to her, looming over her in the failing light. “I’m not a patient man, princess.”

She digs her teeth into her bottom lip as more tears leak from her eyes, then takes her hands off her body and puts them down at her sides. I stay where I am and drink her in.

“Keep going.”

A small sob catches in her throat.

I unfurl the belt and snap it between my hands. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

She takes in a halting breath, more tears rolling along her temples, then slowly opens her legs.I have to swallow a groan when I see her pretty little face. Soft and sweet. But I could tell from her body that she had never been with a man

“Are you a virgin, princess? That’s what I bought, isn’t it?” I can’t take my eyes from her, from the smooth skin that trembles and erupts in goosebumps as I stare. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

She swallows hard, her knees shaking.

I put one knee on the bed between her legs. “I’m being nice, princess. If you keep defying me, that will change.” I tower over her, so close that I can feel her heat.

“Y-yes.” Her voice quavers.

“Good.” I remove my knee from the bed and stand again.

I stare, unable to tear my gaze away from her , and I can sense when her temperature begins to change. She’s terrified,Despite her fear, she’s turned on, her breathing speeding up.

When I stand up and stare down at her, I smirk. This is just the start, the opening salvo in my war against her. Breaking her will be the most fun I’ve had in years, second only to the fun I’ll have when I kill her parents.But I made her play with herself infront of me rather than making love to her .

She closes her legs, her hands returning to cover her breasts. She stares up at me, fear writ large in her eyes as she watches every movement I make. I could take everything from her right now, shove her legs apart and give the best sex she ever had . It’s more tempting than I thought it would be. But I like to play with my food before I eat it. Always have.

“Don’t disobey me again, princess. I told you I’m not a patient man.”

She flinches at my words, a tremor wracking her body. She’s terrified. Good.

As I walk away, her harsh sob cuts through the air.

I laugh, glee in my heart and vengeance in my hands.

NINA

I awake suddenly, startled as I sit up in the bed. After Massimo had left, I’d cleaned myself up and hidden under the blankets, huddled and shivering, staring at the door and waiting for the monster to come back for me. He never did, and I must’ve fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion, though I woke several times during the night. Each time, I stared at the door and prayed that he wouldn’t be there.

My stomach grumbles as I lie back down, my gaze once again returning to the door. The sun paints the damask wallpaper in shades of warm orange, and I can only guess it’s around eight or nine in the morning. None of this feels real- not this house, not the wallpaper, not even the morning sun. It’s as if I’m wading through a foggy dream, one that hurts to prove its realness.

A flash of memory careens through my mind-pale eyes glaring into my soul as I rub myself to orgasm. Goosebumps run all over my skin, and I curl into a ball, trying to protect myself from the memory … and from the man. All those fleeting ideas of escape died a quick death last night. He won’t let me go. He’s going to pull my wings off one by one and laugh when I still try to fly.

I’m trapped and alone, stalked by a man who embodies my darkest nightmares. The bridge of my nose stings, tears trying to swim in my eyes. I swallow hard, tamping down the emotion. Crying isn’t going to help me. Given the way Mateo treated me last night, the tears might actually incite him to do worse. Besides, I’ve cried so much that my eyes are puffy and my head aches-yet I’m still here. I’m still trapped. Tears don’t help.