Elsa
I woke up when Marcello had already left for work. I had a mixture of feelings this morning wondering why my kidnap had taken a sharp turn. I don’t even know what to do anymore. Marcello has a lot of personality. One time he was a bossy asshole and the other time a steamy lover. I just can’t figure out what he is doing now. He is keeping me safe alright but I can’t be here any longer without hopping into his bed at a given opportunity. Though he happens to always find a way to not fuck me. Last night I had surrendered myself in the devil’s hands. I loved the way he commanded my body with just the tops of his figures. He wasn’t being gentle with me, just the way I liked it. I bet he is so good to fuck, very violent…
I spent the rest of the morning in my room reading my novel. The same novel that had heightened my body when Marcello walked into my room to give me the kiss of the century.
Shit! He has someone to fuck if he wanted. I mean what the fuck is this supposed to mean.
Jeez, it was just a kiss. It could have just been a casual make out according to him.
I hardly manage to concentrate on the book because my head can’t clear up.
I therefore go to the farm after lunch and help Elvira plant tomato seeds in the nursery. I am pretty sure I am going to miss the farm when I finally leave this Estate. We don’t have a farm back home. My father probably never owned a farm in his life. Rosa would have been the least interested. Mama actually loves gardening. She has a small flower garden in the backyard of her house in Milan. I think I got the interest from her.
I feel so detached from my life right now. I have been in Marcello’s house for over three weeks so far. I have only managed to talk to Rita only once. I don’t know what the others are doing.
Will I easily fall into the routine and go to the office when I get out of here? That was my biggest ambition when I graduated even before Papa had passed on. I want to be a self-dependent businesswoman who wouldn’t bend to a man. Now here I am locked up in this luxurious mansion waiting until my kidnapper comes home. When you come to think of it, I shouldn’t bend to Marcello’s words or actions or I will never get out of here. My life is on a pause. I am living someone else:’s life right now and I don’t even know who’s.
“I want a phone, Marcello,” I say. He looks at me blankly as if he has just seen a ghost.
“I know,” he responds. He has just come back home at eight in the night. He looks so worked up but I am not giving shits tonight.
“I just reached home and you are already asking me for things. Do you want to know how my day was?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow at me.
“I don’t care because that is none of my business. I am not your wife,” I respond, nonchalantly.
“Which brand of phone do you want?” he asks, picking a bottle of red wine from the cellar and two glasses.
What? Is he serious?
“Any. I don’t care. I just want to talk to my family,” I respond.
“Do you want to drink with me?” he inquires pouring wine in the second glass. “Don’t bother. You are going to drink with me. Don’t worry I haven’t drugged it,” he says.
What’s wrong with him?
“I don’t want to drink,” I tell him. I don’t trust myself when I am around him when I am lucid. I wouldn’t trust myself even the least if I had some wine.
“You don’t want anything I give you, am I right Elsa? You want to be here. You don’t want my protection. You don’t want me in general. You don’t want anything I give you,” he responds, then pouring the whole glass down his throat. He places it back on the counter. He gets the second glass and also drains it down his throat without warning.
Okay. Something is definitely wrong here.
We are in the drawing room, which I have not yet been to. It is a very big room with a wine cellar and vintage furniture. It has classic paintings and decorations plus fresh flowers. Marcello is standing behind the counter of the Minibar and I am in front of the counter. He dragged me here by hand claiming that he wanted some privacy with me. The first thing he did was head for the wine cellar.
“Yes, I don’t want any of this, Marcello. I want to be out of here. I appreciate that you have tried to keep me from Federico but you can’t do this forever. Being here won’t make Federico disappear or change his mind. My family and I will figure out a way. I don’t want to be your burden,” I tell him.
“Burden? I never said you are a burden,” he says, pouring more wine into both glasses.
“You don’t have to say that. It is obvious. You might have your reasons as to why you are doing all of this but that’s what I feel like. You are not family or a friend, I didn’t even know you.”
“But you know me now.”
“I still don’t know you, Marcello Viscuso. You are too complicated for me to understand. Why are you swallowing the wine like you want to drink yourself to oblivion?”
“It’s none of your business, right? Why are you asking now?” he stops drinking for a moment and he looks me straight in the eyes.
“Well, it is not. That’s why I don’t belong here,” I tell him. Strands of his hair cover his forehead. I want to reach him and pull them away, crawl into his hands and kiss his stress away. But just resolved to not be dragged by his charms. I am going to take my stand. I don’t know how Marcello is when he is drunk. He might be very dangerous. What if he hurts me?
“You are not going to leave this place, Bella. You are going to be here until I say you can go. Calm down stop stressing yourself about leaving because you can’t even escape. You are mine to keep for the meantime,” his voice is heavy and sombre I am actually frightened. He walks to me and grabs both my hands. I am so numbed by shock I don’t even fight. He pushed me against the wall and stamped my hands above my head.
His mouth is on mine, sucking my lips. He kisses me so roughly, electricity sparks in my veins. My blood pressure shoots to the sky, and I can’t help but moan out loud. He tastes so good, just like red wine and Marcello. He grabs me by the waist to pull my body into his. Shit! He is so rough and hit! I am so confused and turned on as much.
“You are mine and you are going to stay here,” he growls.
“NO!” I yell, pushing him away from me with the strength I can gather. He moves back without even staggering.
He chuckled, his voice a Devil’s sound, reverberating deep in my bones. Goosebumps blossom all over my skin. He looks so dark and dangerous. He pulls off his tie.
At the moment I wonder if he is going to use it to tie me up, and then spank me for answering him back. I don’t know why my pussy waters at the thought.
He just throws it at the counter. And does the first two buttons of his shirt. I am horny and puzzled beyond measure.
He is quick to grab me once again and push me onto the counter. This kiss is much more violent. Marcello grabs my hands in his and pins them on top of my head once more. His tongue shoots into my mouth with force because I clenched my teeth not to let him in. He can’t force his way into my mouth. He has no right!
Before I can melt into his hands, I step on his foot so hard. When he lets go of my hands for a second, I break free and slap him hard on the cheek.
I feel less safe than I was before. His eyes flare red with anger, or I am the one thinking that’s how they look. Fuck! He is going to kill me. He dashes for the bottle of wine and my senses go blank, knowing he is going to smash the bottle on my head.
He just walks past me out of the room. I follow after him, wanting to know where he is going though all conscious us warning me not to. I should just run to my bedroom and lock myself up in the bathroom. Maybe then I would be safe. I can’t hide anywhere because this is his goddamn place.