Claimed by Magnus Romano

Aliyah's POV

"You little tramp, you still haven't paid me my money!"

*Splash*

I barely even had enough time to react before the cold ice latte came splashing in my face.

I had owed last month's rent and the month before because of how slow business had become. For that Stacey, my landlord's daughter, had taken it upon herself to harass me constantly at every chance she got .

This was the third time this week.

I swallowed hard from shame, I couldn't even look her in the eye.

"I'd pay as soon as I gather the money, just give me more time." I begged.

"You've been saying that since last month!" she hissed "I still can't believe you have the nerve to show your face here!"

"I promise I'll find a way to pay this week" I begged looking straight into her angry eyes now.

"We don't need your money anymore," she said right before she yanked me by the hair so her mouth was close enough to my ear. "You've wasted our time long enough,"

She dragged me outside and threw me to the ground then went straight for the doors and locked the shop.

Tears of shame and defeat went down my cheeks as there was nothing I could do.

She looked at me with disgust like she was looking at a rag. "Let's see how you'll get in here again" she paused, looking down at me "if you don't come with what you owe before the end of Thursday then I'm selling everything here"

"Thursday?" I gasped, "but that's in two days! Please there must be another way"

"How is that any of my concern?" she hissed, eyeing me one last time before throwing the keys in her purse.

"Get out of my sight before I call the police on you!" She barked.

I stood up slowly as there was nothing I could do and walked to the apartment my boyfriend and I shared. I knew that Bryan more than anything could definitely make me feel better.

He was a struggling artist and we shared an apartment together so we could have more time together and lift the cost of rent off me.

The house wasn't far from the shop and it took me only ten minutes to get home.

I reached the front door and was about to knock when I noticed that the door was ajar.

"That's strange" I whispered, suddenly worried if we'd been robbed

I walked in slowly looking around to see if anything was missing and that was when the sounds hit my ears.

Moans and groaning from our bedroom. My heart flipped and started beating fast.

"No, no, no, it can't be, no" I whispered in a shaky voice. "Is he sleeping with someone in our bed?!"

"It can't be, Bryan loves me" I assured myself while my feet moved closer to our bedroom.

"He loves me" is the last thing I told myself just before I barged into the room and caught the man I loved buried deep inside his best friend, Derek.

Immediately Derek and I locked eyes but he never looked away. His face was an embodiment of satisfaction, almost like he was happy to be caught with my boyfriend.

I couldn't breathe, like the air in my lungs had been cut off instantly.

Suddenly Bryan looked up and stumbled back. "Jesus, Aliyah!" He screeched with eyes wide open.

"I-" he started but stopped as his mouth went into a thin line.

"So this is what you're doing while I work my ass off?!" I half screamed "fucking Derek?!"

"I can explain-" Bryan started but I cut him off.

"You dare cheat on me with a man?!!" I yelled.

Suddenly Derek cleared his throat and picked his things.

"I think I should go," he said, half sprinting out of the room.

Bryan's dick went limp in my blurry vision as the tears rolled down harder.

I had lost two things today. My business and the only man I love, I couldn't take it. The world was spinning so fast.

I couldn't be here. I couldn't stand the sight of this. I ran out of the house with Bryan yelling out to me.

I ran into the street and into the road barely getting hit by a car.

Not long after I found myself in a bar drinking all my sorrow away. The burning sensation of the whiskey down my throat slowly began to clear all my troubles.

I thought about my business, the only source of income I had, the thing I had built from nothing.

I took a shot and another until the sadness began to turn to bubbly nothing. Bryan, the man I had loved for two years, slowly began to fade from my memory.

I stopped remembering the nights he refused to touch me even when I made myself beautiful just for him or the lies he told me as to why he wouldn't touch me.

Six months. For six months I wondered why I suddenly repulsed him but now I understood.

I laughed dryly like I had been told a bad joke.

I was such a fool.

I raised my glass up downing the last sip of alcohol when my eyes caught a man from across the room. It was nearly impossible to miss him. His eyes were the sharpest shade of blue I had ever seen.

He gave me a seductive smile and something in me burned for his touch.

He walked over to me and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so tall and scary but yet so alluring. I looked down at his plump lips, so kissable and enticing. And then my eyes traveled to his arms. They looked strong and powerful.

Suddenly my mind raced with the thought of them around me.

He looked at me like he knew what I was thinking and bit his lip and I felt my heart flip. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about a random man this way, I barely even knew him.

"You are one beautiful woman," he said before taking a seat right next to me.

His voice was deep and raspy and he smelled like rich oak. My heart rate increased and felt my core heat up with desire.

I knew the alcohol was going to wreck me but I didn't care, I wanted him and I was going to have him.

"You can tell me how beautiful I am or you could kiss me"

Aliyah's POV

His lips came crashing down on mine. They were hot with need, completely taking over me.

"You're so soft" he moaned in my ear just before his lips met the nape of my neck.

"Ughh" I gasped, barely recognizing my own voice as I closed my eyes. Whatever he was doing I didn't want him to stop.

He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him, wiggling his way under my blouse and cupped my boob with one hand, fumbling with it while he unbuckled my bra strap with his other free hand.

My nipples were hard with desire as he played with them from behind.

"Oh ..yess...oh" I moaned.

"Look how hard you are for me" he said just before squeezing them, "you're such a nasty girl"

"Oh, yes Daddy" I almost screamed.

"Call me Master, I own your body now" he growled in my ear.

"Yes master" I whispered, as my clit pulsated in unison with my ever rising heart rate.

"I want to wreck you right here in this bar" he said before he let go of my bare breast and brought his hand down to my thigh while his other hand stayed on my right breast still twisting my nipple.

He trailed his hand up my thigh and under my skirt till he was deep enough to reach my panties.

My breathing hitched immediately at the touch of his hand so close to my wet aching pussy.

"You don't need this anymore" he whispered, tugging at them. He lifted me up just enough to be able to pull them off me.

Before I knew it, my panties were in his hand and then he tucked them into his trouser pocket. I felt a shiver in my pussy as air gushed at the spot.

He lifted me up and brought me down gently so I could sit on his lap and his finger was now resting on the lips of my pussy and I almost screamed from his touch.

"You're so wet" he gasped as our eyes met and he began to run his fingers in circular motions.

An electric surge went straight to my brain and I couldn't keep my eyes open. His once busy hand left my breast and held my chin and raised it up to his eye level and shaked it a little.

"Don't fucking close your eyes" he said, and I obeyed, opening my eyes to meet his dark predatory gaze.

A smirk spread across his features. "Good," he said, kissing my neck. The circular motions became more aggressive.

"God I want you so bad" I gasped.

"Beg for me" he commanded.

"Please Master, I want you so bad-" I had barely finished my sentence when his finger drove deep inside me without warning.

I yelped and my eyes rolled back but he shook my chin with his free hand again.

"Keep your eyes on me baby" he cooed. His tempo rose now.

"Oh God I can't" I begged, feeling myself reach my limit.

"I wasn't asking you to" he thrusted, mercilessly now.

I felt myself reaching my climax. I was going to cum in the middle of a bar and I didn't care.

"I'm goin-" I shuddered, barely finished with my sentence before I splashed my juices all over his trousers with a violent eruption.

My chest went up and down rapidly and my legs suddenly felt like limp noodles. I had never came that way, Bryan had never made me reach an orgasm that thrilling.

My heart was still racing from the excitement. The handsome stranger slowly removed his finger from inside me taking as much time as he needed to and I could feel the coolness again in-between my legs.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked all my juices off them without breaking eye contact. A satisfied glint danced in his eyes.

"You taste divine," he said, smiling now.

There I was in the corner of an unknown bar still sitting on the lap of the stranger that gave me the best orgasm of my life and we hadn't even exchanged our names yet.

My sense of dignity long gone, all I knew was that I wanted more.

I bent my head low enough for my mouth to reach his ear, still panting from the experience. "Take me out of here" I whispered.

I watched as his eyes glistened with lust and he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, carrying me towards the door bridal style.

He was going to wreck me and my body anticipated it with glee.

The thought of the things he would do to me flooded my mind and I moaned in his ear. I could feel him tense up and I loved that I had that much power over him even though he didn't respond.

He obviously wasn't a man of many words.

Before long we were in front of his hotel room and it was only when we had reached the door that he set me down in front of him to unlock it.

I could feel his bulge though his trousers and I giggled mischievously, grinding on him as I moved my hips left to right.

He grabbed my waist just before the door clicked and he lifted me up, rushed into the suite and threw me on the large bed. I landed on my belly with a soft thud.

He yanked me by the waist and pushed my skirt up, the breeze welcomed my bare skin.

*Slap*

His hand cut through the air and landed hard on my ass.

"Ouch!" I screeched from the pain.

"You've been such a slut" he said, "arch for me"

His voice was cold and absolute, he wasn't asking, it was a command.

I pushed my ass high into the air and lowered my upper body as much as I could, ready for his dick.

He grabbed my bare ass and I bit my lips with anticipation but to my pleasant surprise I felt his wet tongue on my clit, circling and licking like an animal.

"Oh!" I moaned.

He traced his tongue up and down my pussy and then he increased the tempo as my breathing turned into wails of pleasure.

I felt his finger enter me and his tongue went to work on my clit. He continued and stuck a second finger in, finger fucking me with two fingers now. I could feel my walls stretching.

"Yes, oh yes!" I screamed.

He stopped and I almost yelled for him to continue when I felt his dick slide inside me. He didn't rush it, allowing me to feel every inch of his big dick.

"Take this dick for me babygirl" he growled.

"Yes master! Oh!" I moaned as the sounds of my pleasure bounced off the walls.

I felt every inch of him stretching me out, filling me completely as a tear left my eye.

He let it sit inside, allowing me to get used to him. A loud moan left his lips.

*Slap*

His hands landed on my ass just before he went to work.

"I'm going to punish you so good," he said, pounding me. With each thrust I felt myself going to the edge, my whole body moved forward to the middle of the bed in the rhythm of his thrust.

I grabbed and bit the sheets for support in hopes to survive the next thrust.

God it was so much and I loved it.

Suddenly his body tensed up, I could feel him ready to cum, I too was already reaching my climax.

It was at this moment that his breathing began to get hoarse, it was building up.

We both screamed as we released our juices and I could feel his cum rush inside me.

I deflated on the bed as he removed himself from inside me. My whole body ached and my head was spinning.

He picked me up and kissed my forehead, "you were so good, Mio fiore"

He walked into a bathroom and dropped me in a bathtub, peeling my clothes off me just before he turned on the water.

I squinted my eyes, slowly feeling myself drift off as I was completely engulfed in his cologne. But before my world shifted into total blackness my eyes caught a glimpse of a safe.

I hadn't noticed it before.

"What's in there?" my sentence slurred before I dozed off.

Aliyah's POV

"I'm pregnant?!"

I looked at the two lines on the pregnancy test strips with my eyes almost bulging out of my head.

"No, no, no, no! This can not be happening!!"

I had been feeling slight dizziness lately but I thought nothing of it, simply suspecting that it was a symptom of PMS, but something told me I could be wrong. I just wanted to be sure and now I had my answer.

I was pregnant by a man who definitely hated me.

**A month earlier**

My eyes opened slowly like an old computer booting into life as they took in the harsh light in this fancy looking room. I could feel the aftermath of the alcohol I took from yesterday unleashing its wrath on me.

Yesterday...

A flash back from the previous day flooded my mind and I immediately sat up despite the sharp headache I was feeling.

I wasn't in my room. I wasn't in my room!

I turned around slowly looking at the man whose arms I rested in just a second ago as he slept peacefully.

My face began to heat up as more vivid memories of the things we did yesterday came racing down.

"Oh God what have I done?" I asked, hugging myself as my eyes darted around the room for my clothes.

I needed to be gone before he woke up, before he saw the woman that gave herself to a man she barely knew.

My face began to heat up even more and my ears burned, my heart raced from the adrenaline as I slowly peeled myself away from the bed, making sure not to wake this big man up.

I began searching for my clothes silently, tiptoeing across the room.

"Where did he put them?" I whispered in frustration.

Suddenly I heard him groan and the hair on the back of my neck immediately stood up as I paused, my heart almost exploded. He was awake.

I turned around slowly looking over my shoulder only to find that he was rolled over still deep in sleep.

A sigh of relief fled my lungs.

At this point I had given up looking for my clothes and just concluded that I'd go home wearing his oversized shirt.

The walk of shame never killed anyone anyway.

It was then I saw it. The safe from yesterday.

I pushed my intrusive thoughts down, about to walk out the door when my shirt got caught in the knob of a cabinet left ajar.

I rolled my eyes in irritation and unhooked my shirt when I found a journal left open inside. There were numbers written on them.

"Are these numbers a password for the safe?" I asked in a hushed voice, careful not to wake him.

I picked up the journal and went to the safe, tapping the numbers on the pads.

And then I heard a click.

My heart flipped with anticipation with what could be inside.

I opened the door swiftly and found nothing but a small box. I took it out looking over my shoulders to make sure he was still sleeping before I looked inside.

There shone 12 blueish green stones. Each the size of a pea. They sparkled in a brilliant dance of blue, captivating me instantly.

"Wow" I gasped.

Then it hit me, the gems, they were obviously worth something, they looked rare. They were nothing I had ever seen before.

A light bulb suddenly appeared in my head. I could sell these and be rich for life. I'd never have to worry about money again.

I closed the box pushing down the pang of guilt for the action I was going to take. Yet a smile laced my face.

I took one last look at the sleeping prince before tiptoeing to the door. Who ever this man was, he was obviously very wealthy.

I tore my gaze away from his handsome face as I sprinted into the hallway.

"I'm sorry" I whispered out of breath, "but I need to do this"

I ran till I bursted out of the building immediately hailing a taxi and I jumped in never looking back.

As soon as I got off the taxi I practically sprinted into my apartment only to be greeted by the hollowing emptiness.

Bryan was gone and so was his stuff. I scoffed, walking in without even an ounce of grief. Good riddance to him.

"Soon I will be out of this dump" I beamed, clutching the box close to my heart. None of this would matter later.

I placed the box on the table and plopped on the couch. I caught a letter on the table, obviously from Bryan.

I threw it in the trash. I didn't need his explanations.

I did a quick search on the Internet using my neighbor's phone on what these gems were and to my greatest surprise I found that they were Alexandrites. They were rarer than diamonds and cost millions.

Without wasting time I got dressed and took three of the gems in my purse. I obviously didn't need all of them and I went straight to my shop landlord's house.

At first when I presented it to them they laughed in my face and called me all sorts of names. But when they saw that I was unmoved their expressions changed.

"Are you saying that these are real?!" Gideon, my landlord exclaimed in a voice that wasn't filled with the enthusiasm I had hoped for.

He sounded afraid but I shook off the feeling and beamed.

"Yes!" I smiled, my arms still stretched out to them with the gems.

I was already imagining myself rolling in hard currencies. My life would finally turn around for the better.

"Get out!" He yelled, suddenly pulling me out of my daydream.

"Wh-what?!"

"I said get out, you're not welcome"

My smile turned into an immediate frown. My brows knitted in confusion.

"But sir I-"

"Get out before I call the police!"

"But daddy, she's handing us a lot here. We would be rich" Stacey interjected.

"Shut up stupid girl" Gideon barked, making both Stacey and I jump.

"You stole these gems didn't you?" he interrogated fiercely.

"N-no" I responded shakily trying to think of a good lie, "I just-"

"Do you want Romano to come after me and my family?! You insolent girl!" he barked "Leave and never show your face here!"

Who? What was he talking about?!

I barely had time to process anything when he began to yell at the top of his voice.

"Thief! Thief! There's a thief in here!!"

I immediately sprang through the door. My heart pounding in fear, head spinning with thoughts.

This was supposed to be a done deal.

Why did he react like that?

Who was he talking about?

What was going on?

The shouts didn't stop and I hopped into the first taxi available and told the driver to step on it.

I turned to see Gideon raining curses on me even in the distance.

I was only happy to have gotten away before anything catastrophic had happened, I slumped on the car seat. Not from exhaustion but from the whole ordeal from the final realization that my life was over.

My store and everything in it would be sold.

I looked down at my palm. The gem shone as the sunlight hit it.

"How could something so beautiful be so useless?" I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek.

The sound of screeching tires caught me off guard followed by the taxi swerving off balance.

I screamed in fear as the car continued to spin till the driver gripped the wheels and stirred into balance.

"Are you okay ma'am?" the driver asked.

"Yes" I responded shakily out of breath.

Soon there was a crowd and the driver began to narrate everything.

"It was that crazy driver that drove right into us!" He gesticulated.

"If I hadn't...." He continued but his voice began to fade out as I looked into the distance.

My eyes suddenly caught a car and its occupants watched us from afar.

My heart rate increased.

I took back what I said. The gems were not useless.

And someone was willing to kill me for it.