Messenger

Marcelo~

She had seen my darkest side, a part of me I initially intended to keep from her. That was the perfect excuse for me to make her my prisoner. She belonged to me now.

"You look... stunning!" I said to her, as she stood in front of the mirror in a black, high-slit gown.

Her brown hair was arranged in one messy bun, allowing unruly tendrils to cascade down her face.

Her blue eyes met mine in the mirror, but she remained silent.

Tonight we were attending a masquerade ball together, and I thought of it as the perfect opportunity to show her off as mine.

I let my eyes roam the curves of her perfect, hourglass figure that was highly accentuated by her dress.

One of my maids, Martha was still busy applying touches of makeup to her face, as she stood there.

"Leave us!" I said to Martha, who looked like she was about to protest, but thought better of it. Good for her!

I waited till the latter was out of the room, before turning my full attention back on Emilia.

She made to walk past me, in a bid to ignore my presence, but I swiftly caught her by her arm, pulling her flush against me.

"Not so fast, blue eyes!" I whispered, tilting up her chin, so she was looking into my eyes.

"I rarely ever give compliments, you know? " I said to her.

"...but when I do, I don't appreciate being ignored."

She let out a humorless chuckle at my words, before withdrawing her arm from my hold.

"Tell that to someone who gives a fuck!" She seethed.

"It's bad enough that you're dressing me up like your slut, and making me go to some stupid ball with you."

A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips, at her angry words. I found it amusing how her nose turned a slight shade of red, whenever she's pissed off.

I suddenly grabbed her by her waist, before pulling her to myself again.

"If I wanted to spread you apart on this table and bury my cock deep inside you, will you beg me to stop?" I suddenly asked, earning a puzzled look from her.

"Wha...?"

"Sssshhh...no need to answer that. I think we both know how that's going to go." I cooed, turning her around, so she was facing the mirror again.

She now had her back to me, but I could feel the tension in her shoulders. She avoided making eye contact with me through the mirror, even as I rubbed against her ass with my semi-erection.

"Just to be clear, I'm not dressing you up as my slut, Emilia!" I whispered, causing her to shiver lightly.

I brushed some tendrils of hair out of the way, as I fastened a fancy, diamond necklace around her neck. Her eyes widened at the piece of jewelry, making me more smug.

"...you are already my slut!" I stated, and her eyes finally met mine.

She said nothing, as she stood still in front of me. In the silence of the room, I could hear the erratic pounding of her heart against her ribcage. She was terrified, but she still could hide the fact that she was excited.

I had no desire to rush things with her. It would be way too easy to bang her right here and now, without much of a protest from her. However, what fun would that be, without a little chase?

I enjoyed teasing her, enjoyed the look of pure terror in her eyes when she hear me say the things I'd do to her. I enjoy the way she looks at me like a monster, but still isn't able to stop herself from moaning to my touch.

Emilia was fast becoming my guiltiest pleasure, one that definitely won't bore me in a long time. If she was this much of a turn on already, I wondered how inside her would feel. It was definitely an experience worth having.

She looked like she was about to say something, before a sudden knock on the door interrupted the quiet in the room.

"What?!" I growled out in annoyance, at whoever was the intruder.

"Boss! May I come in?" Martinez asked with head peeking through the door.

"It better be worth my time!" I said, as I walked over to him.

Martinez wasn't one to joke around, as I'd known him for years. However, I was really annoyed at the fact that he was popping up now, of all times.

"There's someone here to see you." He said, making me frown at him

"...and they can't wait?"

"I don't know, Boss! He claimed to have an important message from your... father." Martinez made sure to say the last word in a whisper, as he knew how delicate that topic was.

I was instantly following him outside, towards the direction of this supposed "messenger". Perhaps I should cut him up into tiny pieces and send him back to my father. Maybe the latter would finally get my own message then.

I fucking want nothing to do with him. I thought I made that clear, when I sent him to rot in prison?

I was soon met with an elderly man, who looked way too relaxed for someone who was surrounded by armed men. Men who were waiting for my orders.

"Giovanni!" I said, instantly recognizing the man to be my father's right hand man. I've known him since I was a kid.

"Master Marcelo!" He replied, without so much as a hint of emotion in his voice.

"You've aged well. Now you seem to have a death wish by coming here alone." I seethed at him, but he seemed to be totally unbothered.

"I'm just doing as I'm told, Master Marcelo!" He said, handing me an envelope, which I eyed skeptically.

I finally collected the envelope from him, and I saw him visibly relax.

"Remember, your father doesn't like to repeat himself, neither does he like to be kept waiting." Giovanni said coldly, before turning around to leave.

I clenched my fist around the envelope, as I watched his retreating figure. If my father thinks his threats would work on me, he had another thing coming. I was no longer that kid he used to lock up in a basement.

One of my men suddenly came running towards me, panting heavily too. I frowned, as I turned to look at him.

"She's gone, Boss!"

"Miss Anderson is ... gone!"