Be my wh*re

Chapter four.

Gabriele's POV.

   I walked over to the bed where she lay and stood there stiff. She must have been knocked out by someone as she was sleeping a little too soundly.

   

       She groaned a little and moved to her side. Her hair shifted and I saw bruises on her skin. I frowned subconsciously and reached out to touch them. I discovered that there was a sizable amount of bruises around her neck area, and on her hands as well. She was tied up in ropes and I removed them from her. I was not a good man, true, but I still frowned seeing the bruises.

     

       She shivered lightly when I touched her skin, and I stopped my movement. I could tell that she was waking up. I quickly schooled my face into a mask of indifference, one I was most familiar with.

   

        I reached out to fetch a cigarette from my bedside drawer and lit it with a lighter. Then, I walked over to the window, stared at the sky, and waited for her to wake up.

Arianna's POV.

    

      Awful was the first thing I felt as my consciousness came back to me. It felt like I was run over by a truck then hit by a train then battered in the rain. It was a terrible feeling.

      I really didn't want to wake up and face the harsh truth that I was someone's property. I remembered that after I had entered the car, we drove for a long time, and I could barely make out words like beautiful, gift, and happy from the men in the car.

   

      We did eventually stop, and I was roughly handled as always, but thankfully this time my hair wasn't pulled at. I was carried over the shoulder, and panic kicked In again as I didn't know where I was being taken. It was quiet everywhere, not a sound to be heard, and I quickly imagined the worst.

   

        I fought crazily on the man's back, and I guessed he was tired of my disturbance so he knocked me out with a hit to the back of my head. Now I was lying In a soft and fluffy bed, but that did nothing to alleviate my fear. It made me even more scared, plus I couldn't see anything with the blindfold on.

   

      I subconsciously raised my hands to untie It and found out that my hands were not restrained any longer. I quickly sat up and rubbed my wrist. I listened carefully and didn't hear a sound In the room, and heaved a long sigh of relief. I was puzzled because I could smell the lingering scent of cigarettes, and I had a bad premonition.

  

       I carefully undid the blindfold and blinked rapidly to adjust to the light in the room. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw the man standing by the window staring at me unblinking with a cigar hanging from his lips.

  

       I was stunned. He was gorgeous. I had seen my own fair share of men, but this one was top of the food chain. He had unruly brown hair, green eyes, full lips that would've looked better if he smiled, and a body to die for.

        He was bare-chested with a littering of fascinating tattoos on his biceps, arms, and chest. Then came the six packs, and his so very sexy Apollo's belt. This man was very dangerous but alluring, now I know what my friends at college meant by being a sex god.

    

     The cigar hanging on his lips only enhanced that appeal even more. I knew that he was also sizing me up. His gaze made me feel like I had nothing on, although technically what I was wearing couldn't be considered a proper outfit. I could hear a voice in my head that gave me alarms of danger, and to run away from this man when he extinguished his cigar and faced me squarely.

  

        He walked towards me with confident, but lazy strides and I fought the urge to shrink back into the bed. I shook away every distracting thought from my mind as I looked at my clothes, and my hands and realized that my situation did not permit such wild thoughts.

   

      "Who are you? And why did you bring me here?" I asked as I stared at the man who had reached the bed by now. He gave me a once over again and smirked. "You're awake."

  

      I blanked out for a second there. "Don't give me shit and just answer my questions." I glared at him as I fired back.

  

       His smirk died, and his lips tightened even as his face turned colder, darker even. He leaned over and grabbed my chin tilting it up to meet his eyes, and he was not gentle In the least. "I appreciate your spirit Bella, very feisty and I like that, but I'm going to warn you for the first and last time, mind the way you speak to me."

    

      I shook a little under his intense gaze and tried to avert my eyes from his. He stroked the side of my face, and I shook a Little. "The last person that spoke to me in that tone of voice has long left the face of this earth, and it wasn't a pretty sight."

    

       "What do you want from me?" I asked quietly, feeling drained from everything from the kidnapping till this point. 

He let go of my chin and smirked. "You."

  

       I froze a little and tilted my head to look at him. "Me? I don't have anything I could offer to you if you call my parents they would surely come to get me. Trust me any amount ...."

  

        He cut me off rudely, that annoying smirk on his face. "Look around you Bella. Do I look like I lack money?" I looked around me, and everything looked luxurious. My heart sank slowly. He sat on the bed and approached me, his breath fanning my ears, and I closed my eyes slightly. I could smell the scent of cigarettes, and probably his cologne. 

"I don't need the money. Be mine, Bella."

   Those words shattered the dream I was reeling in. His hands reached to caress my hands and trailed down my back. My eyes turned red in anger and I spat out coldly. "In your dreams asshole." His hand on my back froze, and I could feel the temperature change. He gripped my chin fuming as he dragged me down from the bed and to the ground. I struggled to stand up as my previous injuries hurt slightly.

    

     He looked like he was possessed by something. He was cold, not teasing or mellow like before, and I was scared out of my wits. He did warn me about the way I spoke to him. I stood shakily and took steps backward. 

"What did you just say hmm?" He growled slowly and then hit the bedside lamp to the floor and I screamed lightly. 

He approached me and I stuttered. "Don't….don't come any closer."

  

       He ignored me and continued "I fucking warned you bella. I hate disrespect the most, and will not take it from anyone including you."

   

      "I didn't ask for this, heck I don't even know how I got here, and you just pop up and ask me to be yours?" I asked him, temporarily forgetting my fear.

      "You're mine. You're fucking mine. I fucking own you, get that into your head. I can choose to take you over my knee, and spank you so hard that you'll bruise, or fuck you senseless till you beg me to stop." I shook at his words and went back supported by shaky knees and my back hit the wall. He closed the little distance between us and trapped me in his arms.

   

       "I'm not your whore. That would never happen. You'd have to force me first." I squeezed out from gritted teeth.

    

     

       He continued "You won't be able to do a thing about it Bella, but don't worry I don't force women. I would never, but trust me, Bella, you'll beg to be my whore."

  

      He smirked lightly and I felt heat pooling in my abdomen and was shocked at myself, how could I be turned on by this awful man. He seemed to notice my arousal and his smirk widened as he whispered lightly. "That day won't be far off."

   

       He took a few steps backward and gave me a once over again as that glint appeared in his eyes again, the thrill of a good chase. And I shivered because I had a hunch that this man would stop at nothing to do what he said to me. The fear from earlier washed away but not the hate. I hate that I was bought by him. His possession, a prize that he conquered, and that I couldn't do my own things 

   

     "I expect to see you in better shape tomorrow Bella. The clothes will be sent to you tomorrow. I expect that we understand each other, and you behave because punishment will be meted out for every act of disobedience."

   

         He smiled, and my taut figure did not relax until I saw him leave the room and close the door. I sank to the floor, looking around the room that was now dark now that the lamp was broken. I went into the bathroom to take a shower, and soon after I found a robe in the wardrobe, and put it on as I climbed into the bed.

      

      I tossed and turned in bed remembering the man who claimed me as his. I drifted off to sleep when I thought about my grandparents, and a tear slipped from my eye.