3 - pyscopath

DOVE

I felt his weight pressed against me as my back hit the bed. I tried to struggle but his hands gripped my wrist and pinned them above my head.

"Stop." I pleaded, my voice wavering.

Locking gaze with me he just chuckled and continued.

"Why?" He leaned in brushing his lips against my neck, his voice with authority. "You are mine, remember? No matter how much you fight it"

His face was so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He then lowered his lips further down my body, trailing over my shoulder and grazing my collarbone.

"Wonderful." He grinned mockingly.

Heat creeping up in my neck and my entire body. "Excuss--"

"You?" He cut me mid-sentence. His mouth was now hovering over my ear, his teeth grazing it in a tender manner.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my body failing me in ways I never imagined.

His hot skin radiated heat which transferred to mine, making my breath hitch.

What the hell? This is wrong in every way.

I swallowed hard, I could bet he heard it.

I rolled my eyes, completely remaining still.

"What do you think you are doing." I groan in a weak tone. "This is wrong."

"Call it whatever you want little dove," he replied, sucking my earlobe before trailing down my neck.

At this point, if I could I would kill my body myself, what the hell? Even as I knew better my body was still betraying me. The worst part I was still a virgin, and yet I enjoyed every beat of what he was doing to my body.

I moaned softly when his kisses started spreading across my chest again. When his tongue reached the top of my dress, going towards my cleavage, my fists were clenched tightly trying to control myself.

This is not okay, I tell myself in my head, my body should be screaming, resisting instead of giving in and responding.

At this point, I was already dripping wet down there.

Just as his lips moved towards mine, I closed my eyes waiting for my prince charming kiss, but after a few seconds, it never landed.

What's wrong? This is wrong but his touch is too charming, it ignites every fiber of my being in ways I can't comprehend.

I opened my eyes slowly. His lips curled into a mocking grin.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" His voice was calm but full of amusement.

"No." I shot back immediately, my voice not convincing enough though.

I no my body wanted it but there was no way I was going to admit it with my mouth.

He chuckled. "How convincing!"

Then jumped off the bed immediately. Despite his cock still hard in his pants.

"You know what?" He pointed a finger at the roof. "If you want me this bad I will have the maids prepared for you."

My eyeballs pop out with my mouth wide open.

Prepare me?

Am I some object to him? How egoistic of him to accuse me of wanting him after kidnapping me.

"Prepare for what?"

"Before you become worthy to have me."

Is this dude okay?

"Who wants to have you just? All I want is to go back home."

"This is your home now, so start getting used to it."

I am unsure of what game he is playing but I remain still holding my breath, my heart banging at my ribs, when the door clicked, I exhaled, a sigh of relief flushing through my body. One moment I was turned on the another moment dripping wet.

At this moment I don't know which one is worse the idea of him taking me or whatever twisted game he has going on.

What does he even mean by the maids prepare me?

Shortly after three maids entered majestically into the room, one carried a towel while another carried something in a box I hadn't quite placed yet.

What followed next was chaos.

"Miss, please you need to strip off your clothes." I the taller one amongst them carrying a towel said politely.

My eyes widen in shock. What?

"Why would I do that, what's happening."

"Miss please don't make this more difficult."

"No. I wouldn't do that."

"Miss please"

In a split second three of them stepped forward and grabbed me. Their movements were so fast that it made me wonder if they were only maids.

I yelp falling as they muscled me towards a steamy bath.

"Let go me, I will fucking kill y'all." I curse.

I kick and stream but to no use three on one match is not a fair match to begin with. They stripe me my lingerie then toss flinging them to one corner.

I scream but all I hear is my echo and my heartbeat.

The bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and the steam rose clawfoot tub was filled with rose petals.

My protest ended when one of them poured a slash of water on me.

***

I stood in front of him with just a towel wrapped around me, My fist clenched at my sides. So this is what he meant by the maids preparing me.

Taken my dignity away, who does that?

He looked at me with hungry eyes like a lion ready to devour its prey.

"I see you are ready now, how cute."

"What do you want from me."

"Since I own you know I want all of you."

"So strip"

I hesitated for a second looking at my towel.

"If you can't then it would be my pleasure." He curled his mouth into what looked like a smile.

I tilted my head slightly looking at

down at my towel which I was left with.

Then turned and locked his gaze with him, his eyes furrowed at mine, his purely evil eyes meant one thing.

Business.

And I didn't have a choice even if I wanted to resist.

I released the towel, his hunting eyes still in amusement on me. When I let down the cloth pooling down at my feet.

His eyes went wide, I watched in slow motion as he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple trumping up then down in the slowest possible way as if he just saw a goddess or some great figure before him.

Even without his touch the sight of this already turning me. And to think I have never been in this type of situation before makes me want to murder my body.

"wow... beautiful. come to me." The words he could come up with after looking frozen for a few seconds.

I looked down at his lower body and his beneath hard ready in his pants.

No, I am not ready for this. At least not now but how can I stop him from......