7. THE DARK GLINT

Chapter 7: The Dark Glint

When I opened my eyes, it was night. 

I looked around and realized I still had no idea where I was. I was lying in an enormous bed in a faintly lit room. My head hurt and I needed to puke. What the hell happened? Where was I? 

I felt like I weighed a ton. 

Even my head was too heavy to lift from the pillow. I slowly regained consciousness. The fog in my mind began to lift, and I realized I was no longer on the private jet. 

Instead, I found myself in a room that exuded an air of luxury and power. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I was still trapped, still at the mercy of the man who was called 'The Dark Lord'.

I managed to lift myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. For a while, I waited for my head to stop spinning. 

There was a night lamp by the bed that barely lit up the room. The looming darkness made the room to be overwhelmed and hugged in mystery. The place smelled like an old building—a combination of age and luxury. But then, all of a sudden, as if a magical wand was raised, the room was immediately filled with bright alluring light.

“So good to see you awake.” 

And there he was, sitting to my left on a luxurious cushion seat, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watched me. He sat comfortably on the seat with his arms stretched out on the cushions sides like he was a king. He looked magnificent and for a moment, I admired him.

"You went out pretty fast," he purred, his voice dripping with arrogance. He was dressed in all black, as if he only owned black clothes. 

Even though we were obviously in his house, he was fully dressed in a trouser pants, a black button-up shirt, I could see the suit jacket lying on the lounge chair next to him, his hair was sleekly gelled back, he looked like perfection.

When he raised his hands to touch his beards, I could see the details of his knuckle rings, one on every fucking finger. Was it there earlier when he finger fucked me? Was that why it felt so good?

I tried to speak, to protest, but my voice came out weak and strained. "You bastard what . . . What have you done to me?"

He chuckled darkly, his lips curling into a twisted smile. 

"Still feisty? I've merely ensured that you won't be causing any trouble.You see Laura, I have plans for you."

My heart raced with fear and anger. "I'm not your possession, Matteo. I won't be your plaything!"

He stood up, walked towards me and gently sat on the side of the bed, next to me and I shifted uncomfortably. "Yet you had no problem being my plaything in the jet earlier." 

I choked at his words, he didn't force me and I didn't fight him either, I just let him have his way with me. He had me tongue tied but the longer I took to reply, the bigger his smile got.

"It was a moment of weakness." His hands trailed my hair as I shivered. I didn't know why I reacted this way to him. I was supposed to be disgusted by his touch, but here I was craving it. 

"Was it?" His question was well directed, he leaned in closer and began whispering in my ear. "I bet a million dollars that you're dripping right here, that your nipples are hard as a rock, wanting my touch, your body knows it's owner Laura, but I want your mind to acknowledge me as your Lord."

This man was delusional, he thought a lot about himself, he walks, talks and acts as if he was god in human form and sadly he was right.

The woman in me was ready to pounce on the dark lord, but I have a sense of self preservation, I wouldn't let him win, even if I die trying to

But before I could react further, his hands were on my face, he then pulled me closer and crashed his lips on mine. 

It was a bruising, punishing kiss that left me breathless and disoriented. I tried to turn my head away, to break free from his grasp, but he held me in place, his fingers digging into my arms.

Despite my best efforts to subdue the feeling, a strange sensation stirred within me—a combination of anger, confusion, and an inexplicable heat that seemed to course through my veins. It was a maddening cocktail of emotions that left me reeling.

As he finally pulled away, his gaze bore into mine, a triumphant smirk on his lips. 

"You will learn your place, my dear. And until then, you will obey me."

I couldn't contain the rage that surged through me. With a primal scream, I brought my hand up, and the sound of my palm connecting with his cheek resonated through the room. 

He stumbled back, his expression a mix of surprise and something else, something that bordered on admiration.

But my victory was short-lived, as his fingers tightened around my wrist, his grip unyielding. He pulled me close again, his lips crashing onto mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. 

It was a kiss that held a twisted kind of power, a declaration of dominance that sent a shiver down my spine.

As he finally released me, I was left gasping, my heart pounding in my chest. The dark lord's eyes bore into mine, a dangerous glint lurking within them. 

"You will learn, Laura," he whispered, his voice a chilling promise. "You will learn to submit. You have the spirit," he mused, his voice a low, velvety purr. "But don't mistake defiance for victory. You are mine, whether you accept it willingly or not."

I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down despite the unsettling intensity of his gaze. "I will never be yours, Matteo," I retorted, my tone unwavering. "No matter what games you play or threats you make."

He leaned back in his seat, a slow, calculated smile playing at the corners of his lips. "So, defiance till the end. How intriguing, yet so very stupid." His words were laden with an almost mocking amusement, a hint of challenge glinting in his eyes.

I shifted my gaze to the window, a silent reminder of the world beyond the confines of his prison . A world where I had dreams, aspirations, and the strength to fight for my freedom.

As if sensing my thoughts, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You can't escape your fate, Laura. I've seen countless like you, and they all eventually bend to my will."

A surge of anger welled up within me, fueled by his arrogance and the memory of the countless women he had likely controlled. "I'm not like anyone you've met before," I shot back, my voice carrying a fierce determination. "I won't bend, and I won't break."

His fingers drummed softly against the armrest, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Time will tell, my dear," he replied cryptically, his gaze locking onto mine once more.

I stared back at him. The battle was far from over, and I was determined to fight – to reclaim my freedom and defy the dark lord's cruel intentions, no matter the cost.

The air in the room grew heavy with tension, and a cold dread settled in the pit of my stomach. The dark lord's words hung in the air like a looming threat. 

Fear clawed at the edges of my mind as I wondered what his intentions truly were. Was I truly safe from his advances?

"I can see the fear in your eyes, Laura," he mused, his voice dripping with a perverse amusement. "But you misunderstand me. I have no intention of forcing myself on you."

I regarded him cautiously, the fear not completely abating. "Then what . . . what do you want from me?"

A sinister smile played on his lips. "I want you to beg for it."

My heart skipped a beat, and a mix of confusion and shock washed over me. "Beg for what?"

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Beg for me, Laura. Beg for my touch, for my attention. Beg for the release that only I can give you."

"You're sick. You think I'll ever beg you for anything?"

He let out a low chuckle. "Oh, you will, my dear. When you're consumed by desire, when your body aches for my touch, you will beg. And only then will I claim you."

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words, a sickening realization dawning upon me. He intended to break me down, to strip me of my pride and resistance until I was nothing more than a puppet at his mercy.

"You can try all you want, Matteo, but I will never beg you for anything," I spat.

His eyes glittered with a predatory glint, and he took another step closer, invading my personal space. "We shall see, Laura. We shall see."

As he loomed over me, a sense of helplessness washed over me. I was trapped, ensnared in his web of power and control. But no matter what he thought, no matter what he believed, I was resolved to never give in to his demands. I would fight, I would resist, and I would hold onto whatever shreds of dignity and strength I had left.