Chapter sixty one

"We had a deal, remember?" He tugged on his boxers, and it was down on the floor in a few minutes. He then made for his singlet as well. His face was still masked but he was Stark naked in front of me.
"I'll not make this hard, that's if you let me."
He grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands and laughed lustfully, as he kept on pressing them like they were oranges.
His hands were beginning to come up, towards my thighs. His hands did a great job at turning me on, I had never craved a man as badly as he made me crave him.
He leaned closer to my neck, and gave me a love bite.
"See? I told you that you'll love it." He grabbed my breasts and began to suck it like his life depended on it.
Taking a quick pause to be sure I was having a good time, but I didn't want him to. All I wanted was for him to keep going.
I see you are having a good time? He asked, licking my neck with his tongue. I said nothing. If I had control over my hands, I would have grabbed him myself and satisfied the cravings.
But I didn't. He stood from the bed, and began to put on his clothings, leaving me on the bed.
"I don't want it to seem like I made you go against your will, Cammie. I'll have to go now." He was almost at the door when I realized what was going on. He turned me on, and then he was about to leave.
"No please!" I was almost in tears. "Come back." He ignored my pleas, left me there, and walked out. Banging the door hard behind him.
I lay, with both hands tied, really horny.
After a few minutes had passed, those feelings died on their own.
Hatred replaced it. I was really irritated by thoughts of him making me feel so steamed up, then walking out on me.
I never assumed he was any better than any man, but he just proved himself way worse than they all.
My father had always been kind, when he wanted to use me. But not this total stranger, who was only after my body and nothing else.
He made me crave him, then he walked out on me.
I lay reminiscing on all that happened today, and yesterday.
If anyone told me that I would have my body violated again, after I thought I had gained freedom, I wouldn't believe it.
I had worked so hard, and escaped from the base of the mafia sisters.
I also escaped from the claws of Sandra, although I don't know how I ended up here, the last thing I wanted to do was have fun with a man who had no emotions attached to it.
It was obvious that all this man wanted was to use me.
For a split second, I forgot my resolution.
My hatred for men.
I was willing to play along. And then, he walked out.
A different kind of hatred was beginning to grow Inside of me.
I lay there, my back was cramped, the bed spread was stained, I was hungry.
He wasn't back till late in the evening. I was still undressed, and already very tired of having both hands stretched out widely, and tied to the bed.
"How was your day?" He asked, perching next to me on the bed.
I was silent.
"If you aren't going to provide me with answers, that's fine." He stood, and walked to the adjourning room, I guessed it was his bathroom.
He emerged after a few minutes, with a white towel strapped around his waist.
"Please tell me, what do you really want from me, and how exactly do I help you?" I wanted to ask more questions, but I started with this.
He laughed. "This may not be your new home, but this is definitely where you are going to be spending a good percentage of the coming years of your life. I have married you, with no priest and no witness. No one said any of that was necessary, all I want is a woman I can use when I want her. I want a woman that can satisfy my sexual desires. I have chosen you, that's that."
"How did you get me in here, and again, why are you doing all of this?"
"I told you already what I'm doing with you, and what I'll be doing with you. How I got you in here is none of your business, what should matter the most to you is that I saved you from the claws of Sandra."
"Sandra???" I cupped my mouth in fake surprise, and then spit out in disgust. Turning around to look at him with both hands tied was hard, but I did it anyways. I was getting ready to ask him to please untie me, when he continued talking.
"Yes, Sandra. Don't you recall that you were unconscious after the fight? Your both parents left. I went to save you got into trouble with the police, but somehow, we both made it out safe."
"My both parents?" My father was dead, what did he mean by saying my both parents? "Sandra shot my father Dead, what do you mean he escaped?"
"Lol, Camilla. Do you really think killing Pedro would be that easy? He's alive and thriving, receiving treatments. He's not dead."
That came as a bomb shell to me, but I tried to hide my shock and rage.
"Please untie me." I was really tired of that position, it was super painful.
"I will, after I have lunch." He said that, and then walked out of the room, leaving me alone to my thoughts.
How much longer till he was done with lunch?
I had to wait.
I busied myself with thoughts of escape, although no plan that came to me seemed like it would work.
But one thing reignited my zeal for freedom, and that is that I am the Queen of the Mafia, and I have revenge to take.