C3 Chapter Three

Violet

The backs of my thighs were being scraped by something silky and I could hear whispers.My lungs were filled with the strong aroma of musky, sandalwood, and a hint of cedar as I struggled to restore awareness. the crackling sound of a fireplace. My toes and fingers start to get warm. I turn in its direction and lean against the harsh, unforgiving surface. Him. He is close. He had climbed into the backseat of the vehicle with me, wrapped his bulky frame over mine, and choked me until I passed out. The moment my eyelids open, the world is swimming in front of my eyes.

"How dare you do this to me .......You knocked me out, you obnoxious bastard ."I cough

Well, I suppose I am no longer a freak but rather a bastard, and sleep doesn't seem to have lessened your aggression, huh? In front of me, a lanky arm with a glass of water materializes. "Drink up."

I sipped water while staring at his attractive, lovely, and cruel face.

If you don't do as I say, I'll force it down your throat. Although he uses a soothing tone, he cannot fool me. But he appears to be a bastard who is also capable of doing it. I try to grab the glass. My chapped lips let the water glide between them. I consumed it. I thank myself with a swollen tongue, and the pounding in my temples begins to lessen. My seat is leather, a seat belt is fastened, and I lower the window.

“Are we on a plane ?”

I looked intently at my kidnapper's face. He sits across from me. His legs are spread apart, his elbows are resting on the armrests, his fingers are clasped together in front of him, and between his knees is the recognizable bulge of, so I yank my chin up to meet his eyes.

“Are you sure it's a private jet? I guess committing crimes does pay off. Where did you get it from? Have you murdered the owner?”

“Actually, I tortured him, and when I was done with him, his pitiful ass body was completely bloodless.”

I simply sat there and quietly gazed.I'm not sure if he chuckles because it's true or because he enjoys the expression on my face and wants to tease me.

"Do you want more water?"

"What I want…" I tighten my grip on the glass, "is to smash your face ." I pull my arm back and hurl the glass at him. It catches him at the side of the temple, then falls to the carpet with a soft fall. Blood blooms from the gash, a trickle of scarlet that rolls down his temple, over the razor-sharp, high cheekbone.

There was sudden movement, then the barrel of gun is pushed against my temple.

"Alessio ,Do you need me to kill her ?" A hard male voice sounds from somewhere to the side and above me. I swallow and my pulse begins to race.He rubs his chin as he considers me.

The barrel of the gun digs deeper into my temple. I wince, but don’t take my gaze off the asshole opposite.

Finally, My Kidnapper tilts his head. "Not yet," he rumbles, and I stiffen.

The cold metal disappears from my skin, and I am not ashamed to say that the tension drains from my body.

"Oh,one more thing Henrico ?"

Henrico tilts his head.

"No one gets to pull a gun on her, except me. No one hurts her, but me." His lips curl.

He smiles more broadly as I lower my jaw. He growls, "Now leave us," and Henrico flees to the opposite side of the cabin. Oh no, we're all alone now. Henrico's continued presence might have made things better. I don't care if he put a gun to my temple. Mafia a*shole who looks at me as if I were the most delicious delicacy ever. I lean forward and clutch the seat's handles.

"If that was meant to scare me…"

“Shut the hell up!”

My heart raises .

“Don’t you dare try to talk to me like---”

He swoops forward so fast that the blood from his temple splashes onto my blouse .

"I mean it, Pretty face . Keep those pretty lips zipped or I’ll stuff your mouth, and it won’t be with your favorite cupcake."

My shoulder muscles lock, my core puckers. I squeeze my thighs together to stop the trembling that I felt with him being so close to my body.

"Unless." He taps his fingertips together, peruses my features. "Unless that’s what you want?"

"It's been impossible for me to focus on anything other than your face, your legs, and the tight nipples of your breasts that tremble in expectation of my touch, so maybe that's why you've been barking at me and scratching at me and demanding my attention, huh?”

Obviously not. Why in the world is he talking about that?

"Is this what pleases you?" I drop my gaze to his crotch, where his bulge has grown noticeably bigger in the last few seconds. "Bulging it over those helpless in front of you, those weaker than you? Does that make you feel more superior ? Does it feed you obnoxious bastard?"

"No, but this will."

He grabs the hardness between his legs and squeezes it. I flinch. My toes curl. I should look away from how he cups the thick girth between those powerful thighs. My throat closes, my ribcage tightens, and moisture pools at my core.

"Look down."

"What?" I jerk my chin up.

“You have two choices ,you get down on your knees and blow me or “

Or what?

"I will get down on my knees, pull your legs apart and eat you out. And then I let you blow me."

I tighten my thigh muscles.No way. He annoys me because he can get a reaction out of me by being himself. I flinch. It's nice that what I see with him is what I get. He is, in a way, more decent than any other man I've ever met. What the hell am I thinking?

"Which one is it going to be, my pretty face?"

"I am not your anything ," I snarl.

"Wrong, you’re my prisoner ."

I chuckle. "You say what now ?"

"Choose wisely and quick , for this sets the course of our future relationship."

"Relationship?" I paused.

"You are more delusional than what I first thought."

"No more than what your father was."

"The child shall not bear the iniquity of the father…" I stutter.

A quote from the Bible? That’s the best I could do?

I will not be here, facing down this absolute brute who, clearly, will not listen to reason, so why am I even trying?

"And the daughter? What is the daughter going to do, hmm?" The blood drips down his cheek and onto his shirt, smearing it scarlet.

"This daughter sure doesn’t owe her old man a single ounce of respect. What I do, I do out of choice." I set my jaw.

"Which is…?

I draw in a breath, then unhook the seat belt from around me and drop down to my knees.