C16 Like A Hellcat

Annabelle stopped suddenly as the blood drained from her face and filled it immediately, making her face red.

She knew what the rigid object behind her was. The cause of her many pains.

The bastard was getting off on her pain!

She sucked in her breath to struggle again, but his warning growl stilled her. “You will stay put if you know what is good for you. I am one breath…one breath away from tossing you on that chair and fucking you senseless.”

Her throat closed up even as a strange sensation filled her trembling body.

“You…you wouldn't.” She managed to say.

“Want to find out?” he said in a different, husky tone. She could feel his breath against her ear as panic swept through her. His voice was not cruel like that of Tad, but there would be nothing stopping him.

They were surrounded by his men and he could do anything he wanted. Once again, she was at the mercy of a madman.

“Nn…nooo…please…”

“Fuck.” He muttered before pushing back away from her trembling body. “I have never had to force myself on a woman, and I am not about to start with you, so chill the fuck out.” She was sure the frigid tone could have sliced through her if she could feel it.

But she couldn't, his voice mixed with Tad's voice in her head and she couldn't separate them.

She wrapped her arms around her cold body as his warmth left her.

“Take her back.” She heard him say to someone before he said to her back. “Behave yourself and I will hold up the end of my deal with you. Nobody will force you to do what you don't want to.”

Was he reassuring her now? After telling them to take her back like she had no say about the matter? Right. She was more than reassured.

She turned to him and said in a near-whisper, “Don't take her back. Don't let her…” she couldn't stop the tremor that ran through her before she continued. “Don't let him get her.”

He gave her a curt nod that she knew could mean anything. Somehow she knew she shouldn't push her luck.

“Come with me, miss.” said the man behind her.

She turned immediately and followed the man without really seeing where she was going.

Maria and Judith were waiting for her as they entered the house. As the man handed her over to them like a parcel, she followed quietly without answering Judith's questions.

“Are you okay, miss? Mr Cazador said you might have hurt yourself. Oh my, is that a bruise forming on your head? Come, I need to check it quickly.”

They were about to turn towards the stairs when the front door flung open and a striking woman glided in while calling. “Tay, where are you? Your favourite person is here.”

She stopped suddenly when she saw Annabelle and her cheerful look turned curious.

Behind her was the second man Annabelle hated in this place. Gone was the stained shirt, and he looked as respectable as any businessman in a boardroom.

Before the front door closed, Annabelle saw a red Porsche in the driveway and some men were taking shopping bags up the front steps.

“Angelo, who is she?” The stylishly dressed lady asked the man.

Her classy voice matches her outfit. She wore a deep emerald green silk blouse with billowy sleeves and gold cuffs and a high-waisted black leather pencil skirt that hugged her curves. She had on sleek black stiletto heels and minimal, flawless makeup which completed her look, while her wavy, glossy black hair pulsed around her delicate shoulders like it had a life of its own.

Angelo? This man is called Angelo? Didn't that mean an angel or something?

“Yeah, right,” Annabelle muttered beneath her breath and scoffed as she turned away from them.

The lady who had taken a step towards her before Annabelle turned could be heard saying, “What was that about?”

“Come with me, Miss Virelli. He is out back,” Angelo said, instead of answering the lady.

Another one to worship that… Annabelle couldn't finish her thought as the image of the way he held her minutes ago invaded her mind once again.

She could feel eyes on her back even as she heard their retreating footsteps.

Oh, Cathy. She sobbed inwardly as she focused her mind on what mattered.

************

“What the fuck was that?” Dante wondered as he watched her leave.

He had no idea what came over him when she attacked him like a banshee, and he had no choice but to hold her.

“Big mistake.” He thought to himself as he poured himself a heavy hand of brandy.

“Fuck” he thought as the liquid burned down his throat and he remembered how she had coughed with tears in her eyes.

She had never had alcohol before. How was that even possible?

She was what? Twenty? Yeah, that was what had been on the second record Mario had on.

The one with her former surname. Shaw. That name sounds familiar, yet Dante couldn't put his finger on it.

Just as he had no idea why he had reacted to her so powerfully.

It must be because he hadn't been with a woman for so long.

Even at that, he knew for sure that he had never reacted to any woman like that before.

Not to Isabella nor anyone before her. And all it had taken was the whiff of that damnable scent of her. The way her tight, rigid body had pressed against his in the fight?

Dante swore out loud as he felt his dick swell and harden painfully just at the thought of it.

The glower on his face had his men unconsciously inch backwards as he stalked towards the table and forgo the glass this time.

He already had the bottle halfway to his mouth before he lowered it.

“What the fuck am I doing?” he thought to himself.

He couldn't believe he allowed a slip of shaking, fainting and weak girl that got to him like that.

“Weak” he muttered as he touched his forehead.

She didn't seem weak when she headbutted him and fought him like a hellcat.