Chapter 25 Hate you

I was tired.
Even after sleeping whole night-or three hours-my whole body was aching. Especially the region between my thighs, the ravenous behaviour he had shown was deliciously frightening.
I didn't remember, and I had lost count on how many times he had made me cum.
I stirred when his arm tightened around me. I winced, and he pulled me impossibly closer. My hairs curtaining my face, my back hitting his naked torso, and I could feel the outlines of his muscles caressing my back.
And Oh God!
His member stood erect, pressed between my cheeks, embarrassment flowed inside me.
I was fucking naked, so was he.
I tried to move forward, so that his steely member could leave my ass alone.
"Don't move." I jumped startled when his morning hoarse voice rang against my ear, his lips pressed against my neck. He grumbled again, when I didn't paid any heed to his words and again tried to move.
The bastard had other plans.
He flipped me around and I came face to face with his chest. His arm descended as he grabbed handful of my behind and pinched hardly. I winced.
"I'm gonna fuck this little ass of yours." He grumbler against my ear, his slight stubble rubbed against my skin, his hot breath framing over my face, making me hot in placed I didn't wanted to be.
I swallowed hard.
He nudged his face between the valley of my breaths and sucked there. His lips were as sinful as him. He needed to stop.
"Silvio..." I trailed his name, he hummed.
My eyes widened when his hands softly caressed the inner side of my thighs, his long fingers grazing over my sweet spot. I was about to moan out his name when I remembered he had fucking kidnapped me, I was somewhere with him, he had stripped me off my identity.
Lust slowly converted into anger and vexation and I pushed him away, taking him off guard. He narrowed his brows in confusion.
"What the hell was that?" He growled.
I knew he didn't liked me to push him away.
I immediately scrambled off the bed, taking the sheets with me as I wrapped them around my chest area, hiding the liabilities I was giving him. He eyes further hardened.
"Drop the fucking sheets." He gritted, making me to took a step back. His eyes followed my movements. Like a scared little kitten, I backed away from the bed, from him.
"Just stay away from me." I muttered. I no longer believed myself. I just slept with the man who snatched my life from me. How could I stoop so low? Lust had blinded me so much that I didn't even thought about my family, about Olivia, and Eric, and OH MY GOD! DAD! I had l ft my deceased father to suffer in that city alone! Who would pay his bills? Who would look after him?
Anger turned into trepidation, my mind froze as I watched Silvio's angry stare on me. He was no longer on bed now, he was standing few feet away from me, tall, towering over my petite frame, in nothing but his nakedness.
His ripped body was a sight to sore eyes, I admitted that but the tiny ity-bity scars under the black ink were scary. I gulped.
"Take me back." I said, before I could stop myself. He raised his brows and pinned me with his grey glare.
"Get back on bed."
"I said-"
"NOW." It was too late for me to react when his hand was around my neck, and I was precipitately pulled forward towards his face.
I gasped.
The impact had me standing on my toes as he pulled me closer, the grip I had on sheets loosened making them gather around my feet, my hands automatically clasped around his hand on my neck.
The realisation that he was retching me had me choking on my pride.
"Obey me like a behaved little girl," he tightened his grip slightly to prove his point, my eyes watered. "Otherwise I won't hesitate to teach you a few lessons."
His breath was tangerine, just like his touch.
Our noses were touching, I could feel the pricking of his stubble on my cheeks, our naked bodies colloided with each other. Breathing was becoming next to impossible.
I was feeling used.
I nodded with anticipation. I needed air.
He narrowed his grey irises and gave me a death stare. "Words."
"Y-yes." I managed to stutter out.
He nodded, his eyes looked at my lips and then towards my eyes, darkness swept away replacing evilness in his eyes as he again looked at my lips then at my breasts.
The next thing I felt was my back colloiding with soft mattresses as his lips hungrily sucked me. His hands shamelessly roaming over my body, every single fibre of my body reacting to his touch accordingly. His fist around my neck didn't loosened a bit, rather he was pinning me down on mattresses.
This man was a beast.
His fingers found my heaven when someone knocked on door.
I panted when Silvio grumbled like an annoyed kid and threw the sheets over my naked body and went to open the door.
I was breathing heavily when he opened the door. He wasn't wearing any pants, infact his erect steel rod was standing tall.
"What?" He grumbled. I couldn't see who was on other side but I could hear Dante's voice.
"It's urgent." Dante said. Silvio was blocking my view, but I tried to move back, dragging sheets with me.
"I'm busy." Silvio snarled angrily.
Dante sighed and whispered something in his ear as Silvio's body stiffened.
His back muscles tensed slightly. Dante left after that. I waited for Silvio to turn around as he looked my way.
"Get dressed. We're going out." Out? Where? He might had sensed my confusion.
"We're going to the city." That's all he said when he vanished in the bathroom. I heard water running, and grunts. I ignored. Well tried to.
Now, he wanted me to go out with him.
Son of a bitch.
This place was decent to look at and expensive to feel. The chandeliers were emitting almost the half of light a smuch as sun, and the white serene walls were simbolizing harmony, unlike the owner of this house obviously. But one could sell their organs to live in this luxurious place. Everything was up to date, well-organised, and a lot expensive.
I sighed.
In this little walk from Silvio's room to living area, I had encountered six bodyguards, all dressed in black with a strange looking tatto on their necks, and believe me I didn't get shocked when I saw guns in their holsters.
And strangely, neither one of them looked my way.
I sighed again.
I had been doing that a lot nowadays.
Silvio left the room after getting dressed, and I didn't waited for him to say anything and myself washed but when I stepped inside the room again, he was gone. Rather a white dress was laying on bed, with panties and strangely no bra. There were pair of sneakers there also.
After getting dressed, I obviously exited the room but this little walk was hella tiring.
"Well, well, look who's here." I jumped when a voice said from behind. Placing a hand over my heart I turned around.
"Jesus!" There stood a dude with awfully familiar face.
"Good morning to you too, Dr. Quinn." He said, I didn't missed the evil smirk on his face.
"Very good morning, Micah." I muttered. He laughed throwing his head back and took a step towards my direction.
"She remembers my name." I didn't knew who the hell he was talking to 'cause there was no one.
"Of course I do. Your stupidness had left an impact on me, you know." I rolled my eyes. And turned my back to him.
"Silvio like obedient girls, you know." He said with humour in his tone.
"I'm not a girl, I'm a grown woman." He chuckled lowly.
"That much I can see." He perturbed.
"Well, whatever. I am here because Silvio wants you in garden, you know for morning snack." He winked, I blushed. "Care to follow me."
I swallowed before following him.
He walked ahead of me, I could see the garden from here. Large glass doors separating the premises. In this hot weather thes un was glistening with delight, flattering the fresh green grass in the form of carpet on the ground.
My eyes didn't took long to catch the sight of reason of hotness himself. He looked so damn good in those black slacks, I could see the outline of his muscles through his white linen shirt, his arms flexing with each movement, his long slender fingers wrapped around the white tea cul. His lips slightly turned into a curl as he smirked when he noticed me with Micah.
"Buongiorno, cara."
Fuck off, idiot!
His eyes shined brightly with the falling rays of sunshine. His hairs looked smooth under the beautiful weather. His posture seemed relaxed, devoid of any uncertainty.
My lack of answer had him raise his brows.
"Angry, I see."
He nodded to himself and stood up. My legs halted, my knees weakened. He looked taller, more broader. I gulped hardly.
My neck strained as I looked up at him. His arms circled around my waist and I was pulled to his chest.
"Leave, Micah." He muttered. Without taking his eyes off me.
"Sí, Salvatoré."
Micah's retreating footsteps echoed in my ears when Silvio pushed me against the nearby glass door.
"What're-"
"Go out with me."
Go out? Like a date? Like hell! I would never do that.
"No."
He narrowed his eyes. Glaring at me, pinning me down with his stare.
"I wasn't asking."
"Me neither."
His jaw twitched, he didn't liked me answering back. He wanted a toy, and I refuse to be one.
"Alright then."
That's all I heard when he let go of me. I looked confusingly at him. He took a step back, and winked at me. Startling I turned around to saw what I thought of never seeing.
Why didn't I noticed another presence sooner?
I screamed loudly as I took quick steps back when my back hit the very muscular chest of Silvio, his hands automatically clasped around my waist as he pulled me against him. But his hands were least of my worries now, my eyes stared right in front of me. My breathing shortened and sweat beads forming on my head.
"Why so tensed?" I wanted to fucking laugh. How could he be so calm when I was on verge of peeing my pants.
A loud roar rippled in front of me and I jumped back. My blood ran cold, it was staring back at me. My breathing was cut for a second. Looking back at me was a real lion.
Like a real life lion. Undoubtedly oversized, looking at me, next to huge water fountain. Hairs as shiny as bright rays of sun and body as stealth as danger. Big. Orange-brown. Lion.
Eyes on me.
I let out a shaky breath and tried to back off.
JESUS CHRIST!
The reality of the situation quickly grasped me, a huge lion was roaming in Silvio's premises. Maybe he came from forest surrounding it. And now it was going to eat me.
Before I could turn around, two strong arms wrapped from behind and pulled me impossibly closer. Standing there calmly, as if it was a perfectly casual situation to be in.
"So, let me ask you again." He said against my ear, his hot breath caressing my ears. "Will you go on a date with me?" Silvio said from behind and I couldn't help but clung to his shirt for dear life.
Silvio just stood behind me, nonchalantly staring at wild animal in front, with an indecisive look on his face.
"Come here." Silvio said and for a second I thought he was talking to me until I realised that the lion was coming towards us.
Whatever courage I was left with was vanished.
"What are you doing?!" I whispered in low voice. The lion stopped and looked at us uncertain. I stopped breathing. I stopped moving. "Come closer, Lucien." Silvio said and the lion took steps towards us. I grabbed his hand and prevent him to push me further towards the lion.
"No! No! No!" I panicked as it neared me but then reminded myself to stop panicking. The more the lion was coming, the more I was pushing myself towards Silvio.
And then the realisation hit me, Silvio owned a fucking lion.
"Careful there. You might wake up another lion." He groaned in my ear, biting in process as his arms tightened.
Beads of sweat covered my face, the fright was eating me, I didn't knew what to do. His hands rubbed my waist assuringly and the lion stopped few inches away from us. I could saw the soft yellow coloured hairs on his face and the bright orange hairs of his tail. My breathing was abnormal, the feeling was squeezing my chest.
"Please, don't let him come closer!" I almost begged, I pleaded. Silvio smirked against my skin.
"Tell me what I want to hear first." Silvio knew how to get things done his way.
By hook or crook.
I frantically nodded, ignoring the fact that I may have sealed a deal with the devil himself. He was sinister, a cunning man, he knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it.
"Words, cara." He kissed the side of my neck, I held back the urge to moan. His lips were as siniser as him.
"I-I will," I breathed out. Small smile danced on his lips before he ushered the lion away. I stood there amazed how fluently the lion obeyed him. When the lion reached the safe distance, I sighed in relief.
And when my senses slightly came back, I realised I was still caged in his arms. He had to let me go, I was not his to play with.
"Le me go," I gritted my teeth. I was so mad at him for bringing me here, away from my family and friends, and about this stunt, I was beyond pissed.
"Careful with your words, I might need to tame your sweet little mouth, sweetheart." He quipped, his arms slightly tightening, showing me his point. His voice as usual rough and the light italian accent in his tone was delicious.
Stop it, Sadie! The man had just kidnapped you and you are daydreaming about his voice!
"You can't tame me, Silvio. I'm not yours to play." My words triggered the lion inside him because next moment I found myself being pinned to the same glass door I was previously held against. The impact had me roll over in pain, my head was brutally slammed against the door but the man didn't seemed to care.
"Fucking say those words again and I'll fucking fuck you right here, in front of whole mansion so that you can understand how much of you belongs to me." His words made my heart tremble, no! He would never do that, right?
Because there were guards around the area. I didn't wanted anyone to see me naked, getting pounded by their master in broad daylight. The idea brought shivers down my spine.
"Why the fuck did you kidnap me then. I had the perfect life and you had to ruin it to prove me a point? How low can you stoop, Mr. Salvatore?" But I was not going to be a weak girl who couldn't even stand by herself. He needed to give me answers that I craved. For fucks sake, it was my life not his.
His eyes narrowed on me. A snarl covered his lips. The hand that was on my writs descended down and soon my neck was held by his large hands. I didn't cowered away in fear. Instead, I held his stare.
"You're mine..." He squeezed my neck, not too tightly but to show me who was in control.
This wasn't the answer to my questions.
"T-take me b-back." I choked out the words. My hands wrapped around his around my neck when he leaned forward, pulling me up, my feet almost dangled above the ground.
"You're not going anywhere till I say so. You will stay here like a perfect little bitch you are. If I say eat, you will eat, if I say sing, you will sing, if i say strip, you will strip. I will do whatever I please with you," he paused for a second and analysed my expressions before a smirk dance don his lips. "You'll make a perfect little slave for me. A puppet who will dance on my strings."
My heart shattered in pieces again, and I felt the warm lone tear escaping my eyes. Once that single tear broke free, others follow.
This was what he wanted me to be? A mere slave? For his pleasure? He was ready to destroy my life only for a simple infatuation? Where was humanity? Didn't he felt remorse or guilt for bringing me here? Was I just a puppet to him?
My tears didn't affected him and his smirk widened as he further leaned before embedding his nose in valley of my neck. I felt violated, used. I had never felt this much vulnerable.
I knew he was a player from starr, then why was my heart aching so much?
"I hate you," I muttered, tears descended down my face non-stop. His body stiffened as he pulled back and tilted his head.
"What did you just say?" He had heard me loud and clear and now he was giving me a chance to take back my words.
Fuck him.
"I hate you, Silvio Salvatore. A man like you deserves to burn in hell." I cried and his whole body language changed.
The shocked expression gradually changed in anger and a scream left my mouth when I was flipped around and was threw me over his shoulder.
"You'll fucking pay for saying those words." He growled like a beast as he started walking.
I realised one thing. I was in a deeo mess.
And I didn't cared.
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