Chapter 6 Taken

Arabella's POV

Funny how some things become much clearer in hindsight. Like how I should have capitulated to Alpha Luciano and let him kill me instead of speaking up and making him think up an even harsher punishment for me being my father's daughter.

My cheeks burned hot when I recalled how he had touched me, and how I had responded. How my body had betrayed me.

How when he left I ached with need for something I had no idea about.

Never had I been more disadvantaged because of my virginity. He probably even understood my body more than I did. When the door to the cell had opened again, my body had come to life, anticipating only to be disappointed when a different person entered.

"Arabella, strip for me."

I froze. I knew he could kill me if I disobeyed him. I knew he could kill me either way yet I hesitated. I really didn't want to die. Maybe I hesitated because I had never been naked in front of the opposite sex before. Maybe because it was him, the man whose fingers had been inside me mere hours before.

Then as if of its own accord, my hands moved to the red robe untying it. Then I pushed it off my shoulders. It fell to the ground and I could feel his stare like a hot brand on my skin, my soul.

I was now wearing a matching bra set, a set of crotchless garters and stocking pantyhose and stockings.

"Exquisite." Although his tone was low it carried and I have never felt more objectified in my life.

"Get on your knees and crawl towards me."

What? "I'm not... I can't..."

"I wasn't asking. You live at my mercy, for my pleasure alone. You spoke big about not being scared. Has that changed?"

Yes. I had been lying through my teeth.

I got on my knees. The tiles felt cold beneath my knees, the wind in the room teased my exposed skin and I shivered. I reached his bedside. And he gestured for me to stand.

Alpha Luciano's hand touched my breasts lightly, fondling, groping then he moved his hands downwards. Just before he touched me there, I placed my hand over his.

"I can't do this. I've never done this before. I don't want to do this. Please just let me go. Throw me back into the dungeon if you want but I can't do this."

Something flashed in his eyes for a second then it was gone.

"Your wishes never mattered. Just mine."

Before I could blink, my hands were cuffed in front of me, Alpha Luciano's hand on the handcuffs.

"What are you doing?" I struggled against him earnestly now. But he merely lifted me up and threw me down on the bed.

Air was knocked out of my lungs, I was out of breath when he attached my handcuffs to the bedpost.

I kicked out my legs struggling but he caught each one after the other, attaching them to cuffs with chains to allow short-range movement.

I could have broken through the chains but my wolf refused to lend me any assistance. She was exactly where she wanted to be.

Then he settled himself between my thighs, looking down at me.

"You look beautiful like this. At my mercy."

"You are sick. How could you do this to anyone?"

He ignored my question, dragging his thumb across my lips.

"I guess I could gag you but I desperately want to hear your screams. How does a Bianchi virgin scream when fucked? I really want to know."

He unhooked the bra leaving my tits bare and he stared at it for a second before lowering his head to my chest and sucking at my nipples, I fought the rising wave of pleasure both from the stimulation and the mate bond. I hated him, I didn't want this.

He put one finger inside me. It went in slickly, I was soaking wet. He laughed against my chest before biting on my left nipple and going to suckle on the right all the while his finger pumped in and out of me.

I shook, my body tensing and relaxing between me, reacting to his every stroke, his every movement. His thumb circled my clitoris while he worked in a second finger. I gasped against the intrusion and the stimulation then his other free hand gripped my throat lightly, a dark promise of what was to come.

"I can't. Please don't touch me." I begged him but he ignored me. His fingers played my body like a maestro.

I fought against his touch. I tried to resist him but my body climbed higher and higher without my consent building up to something I didn't quite understand.

Just as I was on the cusp of that revelation, he stopped and stared down at me. His blue eyes were completely silver and I shifted uneasily. "Mine." His voice sounded so guttural that I knew his wolf was partially in control. Then blue flooded his eyes again and the moment was gone.

He stood up, his back turned to me as he moved to grab something. I saw scars like claws but neater, larger flattened and spread out on his back. What sort of fight had earned him scars that the werewolf genes couldn't heal in time to prevent scarring?

I was afraid to find out. I was afraid of the man who would soon take my virginity. The man who wanted to kill me and fuck with me my head. I watched him grab a condom. Rip the wrapper, take off his underwear and stroke himself.

For some reason, my mouth went dry. That was going to enter me? How? It was too big. He slipped on the condom. Then he walked over to me and settled between my thighs again.

He lowered himself onto me, our faces inches apart, his hard masculine body loomed large above me. He was so close that I thought he wanted to kiss me.

"I will ruin you for any other man. I will be your first and your only, Arabella. You will not survive me." His voice whispered in my ear. Rough and husky. "Don't forget to scream."

Then he entered me. It was a tight fit even though I was thoroughly drenched at this point against my will. If he had eased me into it, my body might have accommodated his girth in time but he just plunged through me and I screamed as he tore through my hymen.

My scream only served to make him harder and he began to move in me, rough and uncaring. It felt like I was clinging to every part of him, my pussy holding on to him as he moved in and then out. I whimpered, tears staining my cheeks as he moved, his hands squeezing my breasts with reckless abandon.

It was like I was just a sex object to him. My pleasure or lack thereof didn't matter to him. He continued to thrust into me and my body started acclimating to him. My breathing got shorter, the tension in my limbs rising. His hand went around my throat again. Only this time it was firmer.

I struggled to breathe. My nipples hardened to stiff points and I didn't know how it was possible but I got wetter. The room was silent save for the sound of the bed creaking, the sound of the sliding of the sheets against our bodies, the wet smacking sounds from our frenzied copulation, my whimpers and moans, his grunting as he took me.

I felt his other hand at my hip pulling me closer against him while occasionally spanking my ass. I jolted at the initial spank then as it went on, I relaxed into it. The burn from the spanking increased my body heat and I panted.

Wanting, needing.

The intensity of his rutting increased like he had lost control of himself.

"Please. Please." I begged not knowing exactly what I was begging for.

"Say it. Beg me for it." Alpha Luciano's voice was low and promising. Seducing.

"I want... I need..." I gasped, my need overtaking me.

"Tell me you want me to make you come. Tell me."

I hesitated but he stopped moving. It must have taken incredible willpower but he did it waiting for me to bend. To break.

And I did, my body shaking, looking for the next high.

"I... want you to make me come."

The thrusting resumed and this time we were racing together to completion.

He leaned over me and for some inexplicable reason, I bared my neck to him. I felt the change in his tempo. He leaned in further and I felt extremely tighter. He bit my neck. Kissing nibbling, biting. I squirmed, I wanted to touch him but my hands were still cuffed.

He leaned back and stared at me with those unfathomable blue eyes as he moved inside me. "Come for me."

With those words, I was there. The pleasure built to a crescendo and I was flying, I was falling. I shook uncontrollably trying to breathe.

He pounded away, his end closer and closer. Then he stiffened, his hand drawn into fists as he came too. He was still for some seconds before pulling out and going to wash up while he left me on the bed like that.

No longer chasing pleasure, my body calmed down and became mine again. Shame darkened my cheeks. I had just let him do that to me. That monster. I couldn't tell if it was the mate bond or my own reaction to him. I couldn't freaking stop him. I didn't want to.

Goddess, what was happening to me?

He sauntered out of the bathroom naked, unashamed and I found my voice. "You didn't mark me."

He smirked. "I told you already. You are nothing to me. I will only use you for sex and that's all you will ever be relevant for."

He threw me a key that I caught in my cuffed hands. "Get yourself out of the cuffs. My servants will be here soon to clean up."

My lip quivered. "What did I ever do to you? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can."