The dangerous man bought me

**Ivery Clark POV**

Raw terror strikes deep in my veins as I see all the workers empty the room one by one quickly, leaving me alone with this devil.

*No, don't leave me here…!*

A dark ambience envelopes the bathroom with absolute pin drop silence as somebody locks the door trapping me with this devil.

My face goes pale, my lungs burn at how fast I'm breathing.

I'm all alone now.

A tremor shoots down my spine when my eyes meet Alrigo's. He's watching me with an unnerving focus, like he's ready to devour me.

The bloodthirst, the depravity aura surrounding him — lethal and deadly.

"You amuse me, ma bella." Alrigo chuckled in a malignant tone, that my spine went rigid, my throat went dry.

"I haven't seen anyone like you. I quite enjoyed the stunt you pulled here." He divulged in a cold tenor and I can't stop trembling like a leaf because I'm trapped with the most dangerous man with dark murderous aura.

Who was much older than me, much powerful than me.

My trembling hands grip the scissors tightly. I scurry upto my feet and drag my body back, trying to maintain a distance.

Every time he looks at me, it's like he's sizing me up, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

That predatory gleam, the way his gaze lingers just a moment too long, sends a chill down my spine. I hate the way he makes me feel..trapped, exposed.

No matter how composed he tries to seem, I can see the danger simmering underneath, always lurking just beneath that polished surface.

*No, no I can't die like this !*

I held the sharp object, my hand trembling, "S..Stay away !!"

However Alrigo stalks towards me with a huge smirk as if he finds my struggles, my fear entertaining.

*Damn psycho...*

"Why ? Didn't we agree to play, ma bella ?" His gaze travels over me menacingly and then a realisation struck me.

I'm only on my towel that barely covers the top of my breasts and ends at the mid of my thighs.

With every step Alrigo looms forward like a turbulent tornado. Lethal and destructive.

My breathing becomes shallow. Standing in front of the most feared man with only a towel was the worst situation I can ever be in.

Alrigo doesn't even bother hiding his sick desires as he continues measuring me up and down.

This was bad. Very bad.

"Come here." He said in a demanding tone, like he owned me. He doesn't have to raise his voice to send a warning; just being in his presence is enough to make you realize you're in the orbit of something terrifyingly powerful.

But I won't give in easily. I looked at him with my red eyes which were boiling in anger.

"Fuck you. Stay away from me or I'll kill you !" I yelled at him with false bravery.

"I'll give you a piece of advice, sweetheart." He said in a calm, deceptive voice looking even more dangerous. His eyes dark, laced with something far more dangerous than amusement.

"I don't like to repeat myself. You do what I fucking tell you do. Otherwise I'll take extreme measures so that you do so, and trust me ma bella, you won't like it."

God he's a psycho. Alrigo Valerie King is dangerous - so dangerous that even being near him feels like playing with fire.

And he likes power, he enjoys taking control. He's like a devil king who never takes no for an answer.

What have I gotten myself into. Desperation marked my face, tears brimmed at the rim of my eyes as I scanned the room for an escape route.

I need to get out of here at any cost.

"There's no use, Ivery. You can't escape me without my permission." Alrigo retorted as if he knew what was on my mind.

The cruel smirk on his face was irking me to the fullest. I literally want to put acid on his handsome features. It's deadly.

"Then I guess I have to kill you first !" I seethed out and swung the scissors over him but he held my wrist with a single go. The death grip on my wrist, threatening.

Shit he was fast. Like lightning fast.

His grasp was so strong that he could break my wrist into two. Alrigo put enough pressure that my hands sprained and involuntarily dropped the scissors.

I bit my lip to swallow down the scream that was crawling at the edge of my throat.

His proximity, his scent - something dark and masculine - was all around me, clouding my thoughts.

"You think you can kill me with that pathetic move of yours ? You need to do better, ma bella." Alrigo chuckled raspily and in a second he locked my hands with his one single hand and pinned me on the wall making me cry out at the violent impact.

I tried to wriggle from his hold but Alrigo wounded his other hand around my waist, pulling me so close that my breast almost flattened against his hard chest.

Heat rushed through my body, and I hated him for it - for the way my pulse quickened under his touch, for the way my breath came just a little too fast.

"Stop fucking moving, Ivery...." Alrigo whispered in my ear in a chilling tone and thrust his hips, settling between my legs.

"Do you know it turns me on every time you fight back ?" My whole body flush red when I felt the thick bulge inside his boxer pressing right against my vulnerable core. The air thickening with tension, with heat.

Oh god. He's turned on.

He's turned on seeing me struggle, seeing me helpless. Who in the right mind would do that ? He's definitely a psychopath.

"It turns me on even if you don't fight back too. I guess you can't win, either way." My head almost spins as he grinds against me creating a maddening friction.

And my body betrayed me, responding to him. His touch, his nearness - it was too much, too overwhelming.

And I hate this feeling, the sensation that is overtaking my core. No, I shouldn't give in.

"You're sick..." I hissed through my teeth and all he did was chuckle and lean very close to me.

"Who knows, maybe I'm..." He whispered in my ear. His intoxicating, aphrodisiac - like scent invades my nose, weakening my legs.

He was way too close to me.

Every fibre of my body was drawn to him, to the danger he carried like a second skin betraying me.

My breath hitches when his attention slides to my straight out of the shower body. His eyes spark with unhinged sadism.

"I'm amazed by how you manage to catch my attention...no matter what, Ivery." His one fingers caress my cheeks, dropping down to the collarbone then to the valley of my breasts.

"Even if you're not trying, you're still getting it." His touch is burning through my skin, his presence alone is bringing deep fear and a foreign emotion in me.

I hate how every part of me seemed to react to him without permission, how his presence unsettled me in ways I couldn't control.

I refused to acknowledge the attraction - refused to give him that satisfaction. He was dangerous, and I wanted nothing to do with him.

"Let go... !" I seethed out. I tried to wriggle my body but he placed his hand on my neck, his grip bruising, in an intention to keep me in place.

"Don't raise your tone in front of me, ma bella. I don't like it." His tone was low and dark, sending shivers down my spine.

My heart's palpitations grow erratic and my lungs go out of breath as if protesting against oxygen. I hate how he gets under my skin, the way he makes me feel so vulnerable.

His thumb caresses the skin of my neck so tenderly, I'm scared.

"You're a delicate thing aren't you ?" Alrigo said in bemused tone, the rim of his golden hazel eyes getting sharper and darker.

His finger pressed onto the nerve, "Would it break if I pressed it harder ?"

My lips tremble at his words, at his level of mania. How come I crossed my path with such a deranged man like him ? He's evoking the deepest and darkest fear from my very bones.

Alrigo leans his face near my ear and licks the water off my shell as he murmurs in a chilling low deep voice, "But what a shame....I like fragile things like you a lot."