3. My personal Whore.

After his midnight meeting ended, he spent some extra time with his boss before dropping the man off. He too headed straight home.

On normal days, Marco had his own small suite in Zeno's mansion where he mainly stayed. He had no extra social life outside his work, so he usually had no reason to go back to his apartment. He spent most of his days and nights in his boss's mansion.

But tonight—tonight was different. Tonight there was something waiting for him to come home. I hope.

If she was awake, he was sure she'd have tried to find her way out. He wondered if she succeeded, or if she was still sleeping comfortably.

He could still remember the look on her face as she slept. She seemed calm and yet disturbed. Her hair spread out on the pillow, and it seemed to be calling him, to run his fingers through every single strand. Her legs long and slender, even though some parts of her thighs were blue from bruises, they still looked sexy.

"Damn it!" He hissed, opening and closing his palms over and over again, trying to shake out the tremors that gripped him. "Why am I being nervous?" He wondered as he stared at the door to his apartment. "Get a grip Marco!" he told himself. Taking a deep breath, he puts the key into the keyhole and turns it open.

Cautiously, he strode inside, locking the door behind him. He knew she could not have gone out of the apartment. She couldn't pass the door, he had locked it. And she most definitely didn't look so stupid that she would try to go through the window. They were on the highest floor of the building, she could lose her step and kill herself if she did anything that rash.

But, then as he moved deeper and deeper into the house, she was nowhere to be seen.

He stopped in the center of the living room, slowly looking around. "Seems she got really busy." He smirks as all the drawers were open, some papers were scattered all over the place, the chair pillows had turned to floor pillows, it was obvious she'd tried looking for a key.

But she had failed, she was still inside, he knew it. He could hear her ragged breathing coming from behind him. Could smell her scent, it was strong and rather close, and was even getting closer.

The corners of his lips curled up in a smirk as he saw her reflection in the huge television, tiptoeing her way from behind him. What the hell is she holding? He wondered, was she thinking of striking him with…

"Ahhh!!!" Her voice filled with fear and anger coursed through the room, and he carefully pinned around, dodging and avoiding her attack just in the nick of time. As he turned, his hand instantly reached for hers that was holding what he now realized was a vase. He might have held her too tight, for she winced as he pulled her waist with his other hand and pressed her close to his body.

But she was a wildcat, and it was a miracle that she still held the vase tightly in her grip as she fought and clawed and kicked. Shaking and screaming like a complete maniac.

Needing to keep her steady and stable, he pushed her down to the nearest couch, instantly climbing atop her. Straddling her so she could no longer kick.

Forcefully bringing both her hands together and holding them down with one of his own.

Now she was breathing, her cowl neck had gone even lower, revealing a very large portion of her braless breasts. He could already see the pink areola of her breasts. Just half an inch lower and her nipples would be bare to him. He blinked, trying to focus on her face, trying to force a smile to his lips.

Damn! He'd been around a gazillion of women, seen lots of them naked and bared. But, he had never gotten such a thrill from any of those ladies before. Was it just hunger, lust, just the raging hormones in his body? Or was it the woman? Was it the look in her eyes? The fear, the hate, the uncertainty. What was it about her that had his breath shaking?

"I'll take that." He simply said as he yanked the vase from her hand. He had to say something again, something else to keep his mind off her body that laid underneath his. Or he could just set her free and stand up.

But he couldn't bring himself to rise to his feet, he was scared he'd stagger, he didn't know why, but he felt if he stood on his feet now, he'd quiver.

"Do you even know how much that costs?" What was he asking? Why was he even asking that? He had no idea, but he had to say something. Her face was just some inches away from his. Her lips were so close, and even though she had a cut there, he found himself wanting to treat that cut, and then inflict another bruise there, with his lips.

He was suddenly angry. Why was he feeling this way? How was she triggering these irresistible desires in him?

"Next time you want to kill me, go into the room two bedrooms to your right, inside the closet, there's a little button there, push it and a door would open, behind that door, you'll find varieties of weapons, from the smallest of pistols to the biggest of guns, from the tiniest of knives to the longest machetes, and lots and lots more. Just don't go around picking up vases that are worth more than I paid for you. Understand?"

He hadn't meant to sound harsh, but it came out that way, maybe because he was in shock himself. Feeling this way was weird. This sort of desire, this unreasonable want, he'd never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her now. And it made him angry.

He wanted to speak again, but his words cut in his throat as a tear trailed down her face. Soon a whole stream was trailing down her face. She was scared, he could see it, and he wished to caress her cheeks and wipe the tears off and tell her he didn't wish her any harm. That he wasn't going to hurt her.

And yet, something deep, something dark inside of him wanted to see her cry even more. Something dark inside him wanted to bite her trembling lips and cause her to bleed and cry out, and then he wished to kiss her even more.

What the hell was wrong with him?! What were all these contradicting feelings he was having?

"W_What do you want with me? Why did you pay my debts and bring me here? What do you want from me?" she asked amidst tears.

The angel in him wished to tell her that he just wanted to help her, nothing more. But when he spoke, it wasn't the angel, it was the demon, the deep dark Demon inside him.

"Isn't it obvious?" His brows arched, his voice was deepened, a mischievous smirk curled up his lips, "I want to get my money's worth. I'll be sexing you from now on."

"I believe it's better to serve one master than whore yourself to a dozen men in one night just to pay your debt. So from now on, you won't be the public's whore any longer." What was he saying? He couldn't control his words.

"You're allowed to entice and seduce only me. You're for my eyes only. I did pay for you. You've become my personal whore."