Chapter 6

Ariana

The next morning, Camilla called me into Lucky's office. It seemed like he was a man of his word. It turned out the only person I trusted was the daughter of the consigliere and a bloody good lawyer.

I signed the contract then headed back to my room. Every single part of it was just wrong. It said the man practically owned me. He could do whatever the hell he wanted, specifically, have me whenever he wanted.

Some part of me wanted to go silent on Camilla but I didn't balme her. This was the life she was born into. Her job was just to deliver the contract it wasn't like she drew it up.

The knife I kept under the mattress was the first thing reached for when I got into my room. I paced the floor of the room clinging tightly to my blade. I didn't want anything to catch me off guard.

What did Lucky mean by pet? Was he really going to touch me funny? The hand in the chest, why did Arturo send it? How was I going to get out of here? Playing this sick game of his wasn't going to work for me. I cannot submit to that bastard's whims. He is obviously insane.

A knock on the door barged into my concentration. I quickly hid the knife and went for the door. I met the face of a middle-aged woman.

“Food is ready miss Ariana.” She informed with the most beautiful smile spread across her face.

“I'm not hungry,” I informed.

“You haven't eaten since you got here.” She pointed to the tray of food that laid on the floor, completely untouched.

“I'm really okay.” I'm trying my best to convince her but she's not having it.

“Miss Ariana, you look pale. I can't--”

A tall figured appeared at the frame of the door. He didn't need an introduction, his presence spoke volumes. ”You can leave now Maggie, you've done you're best. This one is hard headed, she has the best teacher though, I'll put some sense in her.’’

The lady nodded softly before walking off. I didn't miss the pitiful look she gave me. It screamed, ”You should have just listened to me.“ How dangerous was Xavier Castello that men feared him so? I had one year to find out.

“Come with me!” He pulled my arm. When I struggled too much, he picked me up and placed me on his shoulder.

We were downstairs when he put me down on one of the chairs and sat right next to me. I tried to stand up but was stopped in my tracks. He pulled out a pistol and put in on the table very close to my line of sight, but far from my reach.

“Eat!” he demanded.

I took a bite of the croissant on the plate. I put some fruit in my mouth then took a sip of water. “There, I'm done!”

I began to feel nauseated. The gun wasn't my problem right now, finding a bathroom was my only concern.

He picked up the gun with an unmatched speed. I completely ignored him. When I had found a toilet, I stuck my hand down my throat.

Camilla followed behind me. “Are you okay?” She asked with concern written all over her face. I opened the tap and then washed my face. “Yes, I'm fine.”

She handed me a towel with one hand, then rubbed my back with the other.

“Let me take you to your room.” She walked me upstairs where Xavier was waiting for me. How the fuck did he get here so fast?

“Camilla, leave us!” The way he says those words make me think I'm in trouble.

Camilla obeyed. She gave me a knowing look then exited the room.

“I asked you to eat. You looked pale and I was worried that you'd faint or something. It seems like my efforts have gone to waste.”

“Can you please get to the point!”

Those words seemed to flip a switch in his head. He had the most grimace look on his face.

“Take off your clothes!” Xavier demanded. I wondered whether my mind was playing tricks on me. Did I hear right? He had obviously had too much to drink.

“What?” was the only word that could escape my lips.

The look in his eyes was unwavering.

“Ariana, you signed a contract. Now, you have to live according to my terms and conditions. I own you for a year. You're my slave. And as my slave, your duty is to pleasure me. I'm not going to repeat myself!”

All the life had drained out of his eyes. He wasn't joking. Xavier was going to hurt me if I didn't obey. I took off my sweatshirt, leaving me with a small sports bra.

He scanned my body thoroughly. I could imagine all the things that ran through his mind. How do I tell this monster that I had never been touched in my life?

Xavier came closer, his eyes didn't leave mine for a second. He tugged at the bottom of my sweatpants, in an instant they were gone. I shuddered every single time his hands met my skin.

“I said strip! Don't you know what that means princess? I thought you were smart.”

His hands traveled up my legs and found my under wear. I tried crawling to the end of the bed but it didn't work. He was too fast and too damn strong.

Xavier pulled me so close to himself that I could feel an unfamiliar throbbing beneath him. Was he turned on by me?

The closer he came, the more I felt that faint heartbeat between my legs. Did that mean I was attracted to my parent's murderer?

I shut my eyes tight while he pulled my underwear till it got to my feet. I was completely paralyzed, practically dying of embarrassment. He's going to think I'm a little kid. A virgin at twenty.

He snaked his hands across my waist and pulled me closer to himself. Xavier brought his knees to the ground. His mouth was so close to me, I could feel his breath on the flesh between my legs.

The heartbeat was faster now. I felt something warm envelope me. Was he, licking me? A soft moan escaped my lips. I snapped myself back to reality. There was no way I was enjoying this. Ari, focus!

His finger found my clitoris. I clamped my legs shut. The pressure was just so much. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with pure lust.

“You've never been touched Aria.”

I couldn't tell whether that was a question, or a statement. What I knew was it was embarrassing as hell. I nodded absently, my eyes fixed on him.

He chuckled like a man who was released from the psych ward.

“Should I stop?” He asked with a devilish look in his eyes. My whole body was on fire. Why would he want to stop? Was this all a game to him? Was he trying to torture me?

“No,” was the word that escaped my lips. His eyebrows formed a crease. Why did I say that?

“You paid for this, might as well get your money's worth.” There was no way I was going to tell him that what he was going to me made my toes curl and I needed more. I rolled my eyes at him.

His next move made my breathe cease. He picked me up from the bed aggressively, bringing our faces close. I could his warm breathe on my face.

What caught my attention more were his eyes. Xavier was the most attractive man I had seen in my entire life, but he was the enemy.

He laid me back on the bed, very close to the head board. He pinned both my hands up so there was no way I could move.

“At least I asked first.” His voice was laced with poison. For some strange reason, I wanted a taste.

“You are mine.” He whispered against my skin. Those words scared me to death. Did make the wrong choice? He pulled my legs apart. To make sure they stayed that way, he put himself in between. I didn't know how huge his body really was. The way his skin rubbed against mine was so addictive.

There was no way I could close my legs. His hand found it's way to the warm flesh between my legs.

“You claim to be revolted by me princess, so why are you so wet?”

Heat creeped up my body. He was right, maybe I'm a pervert. I needed more.

Xavier's next move had me moaning his name so loud. His finger travelled through the skin that surrounded me. He moved it with such precision that my legs began to vibrate. I closed my eyes shut, this was way too embarrassing.

He wasn't having it. Xavier pulled my face up with force. “You're not making it fun mama. The aim is the see how far up your eyes can roll.”

This is some kind of game to him. He was having so much fun. His finger slipped out of me. Another moan escaped my lips and travelled to his ear. He was enjoying this, seeing me desperate for his touch.

His finger returned, this time it was faster. I couldn't breathe. The only thing I could smell was his cologne. It was intoxicating.

After a while, he put in a second finger. I felt like I was about to die.

“Xavier! Please.” I pleaded. This was torture. He was torturing me.

“That's what I want mama, beg!” He pulled away from me in an instant. I was still trying to catch my breathe when he took my lips. My body was betraying me, giving in was never the plan.

“That's all for today. You did good. I won't take it easy on you next time.”

What scared me most was I was looking forward to it. I was looking forward to being pleasured by my parent's killer.