Elena;
“I warned you, love,” he growled, releasing my lips for a moment, as his hands roamed over my body.
I clung to him, and his hands pulled me impossibly closer to him, deepening the kiss. Same time, I felt his hard bulge poking me.
My head felt woozy all of a sudden, and I felt a wave of heat sensation rush over me.
I didn’t realize we were moving until I felt my back hit the soft material of the bed, as I was flopped on it.
He was on me in no time, a breathless mess, tugging and pulling on the shirt I was wearing – his shirt, which I had somehow found on me when I woke up earlier.
And when he thrust into me, I gasped in pain. He was so huge. So huge that even though he had sexed me just a few hours back at the club, it felt like the first time.
My first time.
Although, this time, it was more to my consent than the last.
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It has been two days of utmost silence and quietness in Angelo’s mansion, and I was already feeling cooped up in here enough.
I rolled over to the side of the bed, and my brows furrowed.
When did he leave? I wondered as I stared at the empty space beside me.
Angelo and I spent the last few days with each other. I didn’t know what exactly gave me the drive to succumb to his desires.. or rather ‘my’ desires. But, it took just a little touch to let me know that I needed it as badly as he did.
And I know I shouldn’t. He wasn’t an ally. He shouldn’t be trusted one bit. But ever since the incident, my head had been a jumbled mess of confused thoughts, causing me to disregard the voice in my head, and follow my body’s needs.
I heaved a sigh, as I reminisced on the last few months of my life. if anyone had told me I would eventually end up on Angelo Fabian’s bed, I would have laughed in his or her face.
I shook my head suddenly, as I quickly jumped out the bed. A sharp breath escaped my lungs, as I felt soreness between my legs.
I could still feel him in me, as he wasn’t exactly gentle with me-not that I was complaining.
Hissing slowly, I limped my way towards the door.
I had barely taken a step when something sticking out from his wardrobe caught my eye.
I paused, staring at it for a moment, and my frown deepened. I shouldn’t be snooping, but I couldn’t help but be drawn to it.
I glanced at the door sharply, then back at the wardrobe, and I quickly made my way towards it.
Wanting to be sure I wasn’t seeing things, I took out the notepad, which had a photo sticking out of it, from the lower part of the wardrobe.
And sure enough, that was a photo of me. But that wouldn’t have been so shocking to me, Knowing he could have taken it anytime. But, this was a photo of when I was a kid.
Twelve years to be exact. The same fucking day my mother had died…
Feeling a tear building up at the corner of my eyes, my fingers traced the pink shorts I was putting on, and up to the pink shirt I was also putting on.
Why did he have this? I asked, no one in particular, my brows creasing in utter surprise.
How was it possible that he had a photo of me when I was barely a teen?
I was still in my thoughts when the door suddenly burst open, and I quickly shoved the photo back in the jotter, and into the wardrobe.
“What are you doing?” He asked, and I jumped, snapping my gaze to him, as he stood at the door regarding me with a frown etched on his face.
I jumped because that was a voice I wasn’t expecting, and that wasn’t the face I was expecting at all.
“What do you want?” I asked him. Xavier, his close guard.
His eyes narrowed as they moved from mine, and to the wardrobe. I quickly straightened up, “I was… I needed a change of clothing,” I didn’t know why I was explaining to him by the way, but with the way he was staring at me, I felt I should.
My hands smoothened the meds of the shirt I was putting on. Angelo’s shirt and his eyes followed the movement.
He drew his gaze back to my eyes, and in a swift move, he was stomping toward me with fast determined steps.
“What… what do you want? What are you doing in here?”
The look in his eyes gave me reason for concern, as he looked rather pissed.
But why?
“You are not supposed to be in here..” I found myself saying, as I backed away from him, my feet moving backwards rapidly, until I felt my back hit a wall….