6: My Little Kitty

Marco’s POV 

Shocked. Terrified…

Watching Elara’s pretty face turn paper white as she was drenched in horror, I read off her reactions, unable to place the last emotions that lingered. 

Guilt?...

“Are you- are you stalking me?” 

Sweet and seductive, just as I remembered, her voice trembling voice betrayed the last straw of her confidence. 

With each step I took towards her, she pulled backward, and the rough click of her heels scrapped the tarred road. 

She gasped when kissing her back and kissed the high wall of an already closed mall. Her small fingers laced in anxiety and her eyes widened as I approached her. 

I leaned forward, towering my huge frame over her petite ones. My outstretched hand pressed to the wall, above her head. “Is that one of your fetish?” 

This time, I half-crashed against her, my mouth lingering around her small face. 

A soft sigh escaped her lips and she pressed her eyes shut. 

My hand itched beside me, in need to clutch around her white fragile neck and slip my fingers into her slightly parted small pouty lips. 

“How long did you plan on playing your little games?” I scoffed. “A good try though.” 

From where her purse lay recklessly on the ground, her phone started to ring. 

“I need to go.” 

As if a spell was broken, she tried to rip off my hold. 

Placing my free hand in front of her, I blocked her path. 

“I need to go.” She stuttered. “I need to work.”

“Oh darling, you will work, trust me,” I smirked. “But for me.” 

Her jaws dropped and she mumbled incoherently. Stubborn than I imagined, she frowned as if my words had offended her. Next, she tried to break her way through. 

I found my calloused palm reaching for her throat, unable to keep the idea at bay. My fingers wrapped around her smooth white skin, and it fitted just perfectly as if made for my torture. 

“Marco…”

She stopped, suddenly realizing she made a wrong choice. 

Possessed by her sultry tone, I pinned her to the wall, giving me a good angle to admire her provocative outfit. The dress gently raised, baring an unhealthy show of her thick thighs, teasing dirty thoughts of the soft goodness in between…

Elara. 

My thumb skimmed her throat, stroking along her soft skin. When it found the spot I had bitten, it rubbed the fine lines of her scars. 

That night came as a rush, pushing me to the cliff. I was quick with her, but now, I had a thousand ways to make her submit… 

“Say my name.” 

My baritone came off as a deep groan. 

“Fuck you!” 

She unexpectedly pushed me, causing my hand to hit her chin. She missed a foot and she winced as she leaped on her good foot. 

I looked her up, studying her keenly than I would my ledgers and ancient books. I knew she was impulsive, but this was deadly. 

“Let me,” 

When she tried to protest, I already cupped her chin to assess the damage. A tiny red streak stained a spot on her bottom lip where she had bitten. 

Soon, her wound would get swollen and her sprained ankle infected. 

I tsked. 

Sweeping her off her feet, I scooped her in my arms, where she nestled like a doll and started for my bike. 

“What are you doing?” 

She whimpered, smacking my chest with her small hands. She thrashed and struggled in my grip. 

“Let me go,” she warned. “I'll scream if you don't.” 

I chuckled. “Be my guest.” 

Her legs apart, I set her on my bike. “The bad boys, or the godfather?” I paused. “Choose your master.”

No words formed when she tried to speak. 

Too close to her, a dose of the soft scent of her shampoo and fruity deodorant hit me. Inhaling deeply, I trailed down her honey-blonde hair neatly packed in a ponytail, her piercing eyes, fuckable lips… down her thick thighs gently spread on my bike. 

As if she read my mind, she adjusted her dress and placed her hands in the middle. 

Fuck! 

When she didn't protest again, it was obvious she chose me. “You saved the night from more bloodshed.” 

I picked up her bag, climbed on the bike, and zoomed off. Noticing how she tried to stay away, I tripled her speed, as she jerked forward and gripped me in shock. 

After about thirty minutes of crazy driving, we arrived at my apartment. Just like my other properties, this was a skyscraper with glass walls and sparkling white tiles. 

The tall building towered like an ark, with luminous lights adding beads of aesthetic to the perfection. Unlike my other penthouses and properties in public, I don't lease this out. It was like an escape from my mum and clingy stepsister. 

I took off my helmet, hung it on the bike, and carried her in my arms. This time, she didn't fight me off. 

Walking down the aisle with my little doll in my arms, I used the elevator to my room which was the top floor. 

Her big pretty eyes betrayed her as they dilated at the sight of my room. It was a mix of black and gold, with a streak of silver. Fine paintings lined the wall, forming a bow shape. Asides from being an art enthusiast, going for auditions, and buying simple artworks our billions of illegal dollars make rare, I end up with a house full of shit. 

“Stay here.” 

I set her on the couch and jogged the flight of stairs to my room. When I returned, she was still seated, obedient. 

How well can she take my orders? 

Brushing off the dirty thoughts with a creepy smile, I returned to her side with the balm. 

“It will hurt a little, just a little.” 

I gulped dryly, trying to focus. I raised her sprained foot on the couch, spreading her legs apart, and slowly slipped in the middle. 

She moaned as I caressed her foot with the balm. 

My fingers worked around the spot, slowly pushing forward, finding a wet place to thrust in. 

“Who are you, Elara?” 

I looked up in time to catch her shocked reaction. She immediately looked away, dodging my judgy gaze. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” 

“This,” my thumb stroked the side of her leg, gently nudging the fabric of her hose. “Does daddy know that his sweet angel loves being my little slut?” 

She jerked away, regretting her action when her bones snapped. She pressed her lips firmly to battle a cry. 

“You were in my club and my room,” I adjusted. “And now, you’re the bubbly sexy head of New Jersey.” 

“It's none of your business.” 

I scoffed. “I bet you're excited your wedding failed, just to be a whore…”

“Stay away from me…” 

With ease, I pinned her hand to the couch as the leather pressed down on my weight. Pulling above her, my shadow concealed her petite frame. 

“No one gets to touch what's mine, Elara.” Deep and cold, my grim tone echoed. “The day your father messed with the wrong guy, he sold you off.” 

She went rigid, her eyes blinked nonstop. 

“And guess what I do with my property,” I sneered, baring my protruding canine. “I cage them.” 

“You’re crazy!” 

She curled like a ball and sprang against me. Even though it did nothing to my hard mass twice the size of her body, I shifted to the side. 

Seeing freedom, she picked up her bag and dashed for the door in confusion. 

“I love hide and seek, Elara,” I cackled. “See you soon.”

I took the cigar from the center table and stuck it in my mouth. 

The whole of the city was mine. Let's see how our silly game goes. 

Reaching for the lighter, I paused. The odd sound, like something I'd heard before, continued to ring. My eyes traced it to the source and found a phone on the ground, close to the couch. 

My creepy smile returned. The game just got better.