Chapter 5 HIS PROPERTY

FREMA:

I woke up on an extremely soft mattress and I sat up, wondering where I was. Last thing I remember was that I was talking to Arsen and then he went off, mad at me and then a guy..

A guy fucking abducted me!

"Where am I?! I want to get out of here!" I screamed, hoping there was someone out there. In a few minutes, the door flew open and I saw him.

Eron bloody Castile. In all his Armani god glory.

"What the-- how are you part of this?" I asked, utterly confused.

"Oh I'm not part, dear, I'm the mastermind behind everything." He said calmly and my eyes widened a fraction.

"What the hell, Eron?! This is kidnapping, you know that right?" I snapped and he chuckled deeply.

How erotic.

"Believe me when I say I've done worse, Princesa. Welcome to my world." He said and I almost broke in tears. No. No, I can't be weak right now.. I can't.

"W-what do you mean?" I managed to ask. His eyes softened as he spoke the next words to me,

"It means you're my property now, Princesa." He said with such authority that I felt trapped. What could he possibly mean by that?

Whatever it was, that was cheeky as hell. First of all, I was not and would never be his property. Second of all, I wanted to get out of here.

**

I kept to myself for the entire day, refusing food and water until nightfall.

"You have to eat something, Princesa." I heard his steely voice from behind me.

"Leave me alone, please." I begged, burying my head into the pillow as the tears continued to fall. I felt the bed dip lower and I knew he had sat on it.

"I don't take no for an answer, love, not from anyone." He said and I gasped as I felt his lips on my neck, sucking lightly. I immediately dipped my neck lower so as to give him more access, making him groan and grab my hips. His tongue flicked against my sensitive skin and I jolted lightly in pleasure, biting my lip to prevent a moan from slipping out.

"I want to do so many bad things to you, bellisimo, and one of them involves tying you to this bed and fucking you senseless," he whispered against my earlobe and I felt more wetness drip down my legs. "And the only thing that's going to save you from that is eating, love. Just eat."

"N-no." I stuttered meaninglessly.

"No?" He asked and I realized my mistake.

"I- I mean-- ahh." My words stopped halfway as he took hold of my left nipple against the.. Light fabric which I was just realising now!

"Speak, love." He ordered, his voice thick with lust.

"I'll eat. I'll eat, Eron." I said as his hand curled around the hard pebble, pinching slightly. His lips curled upwards in a dangerous smirk.

"Come with me." He said, getting up on his feet. I hesitated before asking,

"How did I get into this shirt?"

"What if I said I didn't look?" He asked, sporting a mischievous grin now. My cheeks turned crimson red in embarrassment as I jerked up to face him,

"How dare--!" I started to yell, but he shut me up almost as soon with his lips, plush and sensual against mine. Moaning softly, I let him sneak his hand under the shirt, his finger rubbing my drenched pussy through my panties.

All he had to do was to shift the damn thing aside..

But he stopped. And I whimpered quietly in fury. He chuckled and drew back, making my eyes fall to the bulge in his pants.

Well, well, looks like I'm not the only one suffering here.

"Shall we?" He asked, exhaling sharply. I smirked.

"Mhmm." I answered as I strode ahead of him, making sure my ass shook with every step I took.

I thought I heard something from the lines of "Jesus Christ," and I smirked. Looks like I have the devil in my hands already.

**

It must be a rare thing to eat with the Almighty Eron Castile as everyone couldn't help but stare at me like I was some fucking goddess.

"What do you do here, Eron?" I asked and he tensed a bit.

"Business." He then answered simply. I raised a brow.

"What kind of business?" I asked further.

"Nothing that has to do with you, Princesa. Eat." He said and sipped his drink lightly, eyes boring into mine.

"I won't be scared," I added, just to prod him further.

He smirked, "I know you won't, love, but you already know too much." He simply said and fear engulfed me.

"W-what?" I asked.

He gave me a lopsided grin and continued eating like he didn't care that I was going crazy here. I grunted in frustration and dropped my spoon noisily on the table, gaining his attention immediately.

"Thanks for the food, but your chefs should really work on the spice combination." I said truthfully and half-ran to my.. room.. I guess.

I banged the door shut behind me and locked the door, thanking my stars that this room unlike others used a key and not master cards.

"Do you like to be punished, bellisimo?" I heard his sexy as hell voice enquire from outside.

"By spanking my ass? You spank like a three-year-old, Mister! And so don't bother thinking I'll be scared of that, cause I'm not." I snapped, and his low growl confirmed that he was angry.

"I dare you to open this door, Princesa. Show me how brave you really are." He said hoarsely and my pussy clenched in anticipation.

"No. I'm locking you out, until you're ready to talk." I said and walked over to my bed, snuggling into the soft mattress.

If this was going to be my new life, might as well have some fun with it. After all, I was once pure and then he came along to scar me.