Marissa When I exit the bathroom Antonio is sitting on the bed. He has changed his button-up to a tight, white t-shirt that fits snugly on his lean but muscular body. When he hears me enter he turns to me with a smile on his lips. He is so handsome with his perfect face and intense dark eyes. And the white color of the t-shirt complements his dark colors and tan skin. “Come here, my love.” He says and pats the bed beside him. I come over and when I am close enough he reaches out for my hand and I automatically place my hand in his. He tugs me until I stand in front of him. “I have to pull down your jeans.” He says and reaches for the button. My first reaction is to flinch away, but a stern glance from Antonio has me step up to him again. He unbuttons and pulls down my jeans to the middle of my thighs. I’m wearing a pair of blue silk and lace panties and he lets his eyes roam over them and my bare thighs. I close my eyes and pray that my panties don't show how aroused I got when h
Marissa In the next couple of weeks I fell into some kind of routine. Every morning I eat breakfast with Antonio, Luca, Stefano, Frederico and Samuel. I learn that Rico, Sam and Stefano are Antonio's closest guards. I also learn that there is always a team of four or five guards that follow along with me and Luca. They tend to keep out of sight mostly from me but I spot them at times when we walk between buildings or when we leave the premises of the campus. Antonio is often busy but tries to make a statement of my importance by sitting down to dinner with me most evenings. On the weekend, the breakfast is still served at seven and Antonio works even on those days. I usually go down to eat and then I sleep for another hour or two. Then I study or meet Josie or James. The good thing that came with my predicament is that Josie and James seem to have left their fight behind. I spoke some more to Josie and James and they have promised to not dig deeper into my situation. James also had
Marissa “I was thinking that I could lend a hand in choosing your outfit for the afternoon.” He says with a light smile on his lips while his eyes take in my disheveled state. I only stare at him in answer. “May I come in?” He raises one eyebrow in question and I step to the side to allow him in. He walks over to the walk-in-closet immediately and I follow behind. I stand in the door as he looks through my dresses. “Do you need a shower?” “Yeah. Maybe. Are you going to assist with that as well?” I say in a snarky voice with my arms crossed over my chest. His gaze snaps to me at the speed of light. “Do not offer unless you are ready to follow through.” He says in a low husk tone. His dark eyes roam over my body and stop at my lips. A shiver goes through me and by the slight change in his posture I know that he saw it. He looks like a predator ready to pounce and my core clenches in anticipation. But before I accidentally act on my body's response and before he has a chance to say or
Marissa Thirty minutes later as we descend the stairs with my hand on Antonios arm, I see his family in the entrance hall removing their coats. A young dark skinned boy is running around and gets a reprimand from a woman that must be Antonios sister. My body tense up in hesitation. Antonio puts his hand on top of mine and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “They will love you and I’m sure you will like them as well. It will be good for you to have someone that I definitely approve of as acquaintances.” I scowl at him and his obvious intrusion on my personal life. “Now stop scowling. There is no secret that I want to control all of your life. At least until I can be sure to trust you.” With a gentle tug he proceeds down the stairs. I try to scold my scowl into at least a neutral expression. His family looks up as we come closer and his mother shines up at the sight of her son and his kidnapped fiancée. “There is my little boy.” She exclaims and wraps her arms around Antonio in a loving
Antonio The tears on Marissa's cheek break my heart. I have listened to every word my sister and mother have said. I know that they are true. If I had gone about this the normal way, I would have put both me and Marissa in danger. That is one of the reasons I took the road I did. I discussed my approach with my father several times before he passed away and left his empire for me to rule. We both agreed that this approach, though not perfect, was the safest. But the regret her tears bring is the most painful feeling I have had for a long time. And it’s amplified by the knowledge that everything could have been avoided if I had taken the road, and the woman my father presented. Mariah is a beautiful woman and she would have made a good wife for me, but I would never love her and neither would she love me. I met with Mariah once, just to try and give my father a peace of mind. There was nothing. Not for me and not for her. She was already in love and only met me to appease her fathe
Marissa Okay! It’s settled. I am crazy! I have that thing, whatever it is called, when you fall for your kidnapper. I open my laptop to search for the syndrome. Stockholm syndrome… I huff at my stupidity. How can I fall for a man that threatens my parents' lives? Who says I can choose between marrying him or ending up at a brothel? Sure, he is hot. The hottest man I have ever seen. That dark hair and those dark eyes. So different from me with my light complexion. And those strong arms around me, and big strong hands. But then he is overbearing, dominant, ruthless, dangerous and so presumptuous. How can I be attracted to a man that surely has killed countless people? Who deals drugs, weapons and surely partakes in trafficking. Who uses the weak to gain more power and wealth. Who used my parent’s addiction to gain me. I groan and throw myself back on the mattress. Remembering the kiss just half an hour ago has my body burning. He tasted like expensive liquor, bitter coffee and sweet
Marissa I knock on his door and enter when he calls out. He is dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt and no shoes. His lean and muscular chest is on full display. There is dark hair on his chest and a trail leading down over taunt abdominal muscles and into his pants. I feel a slight tingling in my core at the sight of him half naked. He looks like a fallen angel, beautiful and dangerously tempting. He is standing by the bed and on the bed there are a bunch of different tools. With a motion of his hand I cautiously step up to him. “Kneel!” He demands when I stop only a few feet away. I comply immediately. “Hands on your knees with your palms up. Eyes on the floor right in front of your knees.” He instructs and again I do as he says. “This is the position I want you in when it is time for your punishment. Always in a dress or a skirt and without underwear. Unless I have instructed you to be naked. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” “I can see that you don’t ha
Marissa “You have been really good, my love.” His deep voice brings me back from my pain induced state of mind. “I believe you have earned a reward.” His hands smoothes along my butt and down my thighs. On the way up they slowly trace the inside of my thighs, closer and closer to my throbbing core. I feel how they move over the slickness that covers the inside of my thighs. And then they hit the jackpot. He lightly traces the outline of my pussy. Too lightly to give any kind of relief. “Mmm. So wet. You liked getting spanked. Didn’t you, my little angel?” His voice is husky and filled with need. “Should I give you a release as a reward? Would you like that?” He asks and I furiously shake my head. He slaps my already sore behind with his bare hand. “Do not lie to me. I can see, smell and feel your arousal. I am sure that only a slight touch on your clitroris would have you screaming in pleasure.” “Please, Antonio. I don’t want-” Another slap has me whimpering. “You are ashamed becau
MarissaThe sun is shining as I look out through the car window at the white february snow. It is pristine white and glitters like diamonds as the sun touches it. It snowed the night to today so it is all new and untouched. It is cold outside, much too cold for my liking, but today the coldness is perfect. It turns the landscape outside to that of a snowy fairytale.The branches of the trees look like they are made out of dark sparkling crystals. The ground looks soft with blindingly white snow. The sun is shining brightly on the purely blue sky with only a few scattered cotton clouds.Next to me my mom sniffles as we see the church across the snow covered fields. It white plaster contrasting with the even whiter snow. The large colorful windows and the
MarissaThe next morning I wake up feeling deliciously sore from our rough lovemaking the night before. But as I brush my teeth another, not so pleasant, feeling hits me. With a second to spare I run to the toilet and empty the contents of my stomach. Antonio comes rushing into the bathroom with his shirt halfway buttoned and his belt hanging loosely around his waist.“Are you sick? Are you still affected by the concussion? Should I call for Dr. Stevens?” He collects my hair and rubs my back. I wave at his speech, still focused on heaving into the bowl. When I’m done he dries my mouth with a piece of paper.“I can’t speak while throwing up!” I growl at him and he has the decency to look apologetic.
MarissaThe ride home went much faster than I had hoped. The promise of a punishment has me on edge. Sure, a spanking arouses me more than I would have hoped, but it still hurts like hell. Especially the day after. I’m sure this time will hurt alot since he is furious about the kiss.As we make our way through the hallway towards his room I hesitate outside my room. “Perhaps I should change?” I know I’m only procrastinating but I really don’t want my ass black and blue tomorrow.“There is no need. I want you completely naked.” He tugs my hand and I have no choice but to follow him to his room. When he closes the door behind us a shiver of both fear and anticipation goes through my body.
MarissaBoth James and Josie agree that the apartment is much better than anything they could ever dream of ever living in on a student salary and will go home to pack and move in as soon as possible. I am very pleased that they have agreed and will look past their differences and live together.When we exit the building I see Antonio leaning against a car on the other side of the road. His posture is stiff with his ankles crossed over each other and arms crossed over his chest. His face is perfectly scolded in an indifferent expression and his eyes are hidden behind a pair of shades. Even if there are no obvious signs I can see that he is furious. I stop in my tracks to take him in and try to think of a reason for him to be this angry.I wring my hands
MarissaThe next morning I was more or less back to normal. Sure there was some swelling left and a few cuts that had not yet healed but at least every movement didn’t cause me pain. I was a bit nauseous in the morning and had some difficulty eating breakfast but it disappeared after an hour or so. Today I’m going to pick up James at the hospital and Josie at her apartment and then we’re going to have a look at the apartment Antonio is willing to provide them.From now on it is Luca and another bodyguard, Steve, that will be with me at all times. I find it a bit overbearing but at the same time I understand Antonio’s concern. And frankly, I would rather not be kidnapped again either.Steve is closer to my age and is still in training, accordi
Antonio My head is pulsing with an oncoming headache. That useless idiot Morozov really screwed up big time. I have been trying to get to him since he took over after his uncle but he has always found a way out. But now all the afterwork that has to be done thanks to his death is taking up time I’d rather use for other things. Like seeing that Marissa is okay. There has to be a new leader for the Russians and I would want to start off on a good foot with whoever takes the place. It will probably be the cousin of Morozov that takes his place. He is about the same age as me and much more cooperative. He is his father’s son, smart, organized and has values. I think we can have back the truce I had with his father. He might not be all that happy with the amount of
Marissa“I want a life that is more normal. I want to go home to my friends, to have my friends over whenever I want. I want to meet my parents and have a relationship with them. I want what I had but you took from me!” His arms around me tightens.“Your parents will hurt your feelings with questions about money.” His allegation has anger rising in my chest. I push against him and this time he lets me lean out a little bit to look into his eyes.“You should not be the one to decide if that hurts me. I should have the right to decide what hurts me and what doesn’t. I should have the right to decide who I want to have a relationship wi
MarissaMy head feels like it has been through a thunderstorm, then thumped by a horde of elephants and lastly thrown off a cliff. I groan as I try to open my eyes. One eye I manage to pry open but the other one is swollen shut.“Shhh. It’s okay, my love. You are home again.” Antonio’s deep voice reaches me through the pain. He leans in so that I can see him through the crack I manage to open. There is a soft smile on his lips but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His eyes are filled with concern mixed with anger. I lift my arm to search for him and he quickly takes my hand. “You have a concussion and some severe bruising and swelling on your face. But no serious injuries.”“Wha…” My throat is parched so my voice
This chapter contains sexual assault. If you find that triggering you should skip. Marissa The relief that Anton had to take a call goes away as fast as it came when my brain registers what he has planned for me. He’s gonna rape me. I have to get out of here. I quickly put on my bra and sweater again. I will not make it easy for him to rape me by staying unclothed, that's for sure. I try the door without much hope for it to be open and as I thought it is locked. My eyes scan the room. It is small with bare concrete walls. The floor is concrete as well and has a floor drain in the middle. On the wall next to the door I see pipes and an outlet for water. Whatever they used to do in here was dirty and needed to be flushed regularly. The only object in the room is the thin foam mattress. There are no things littering the floor and no sheets on the mattress. I lift it to see if there is anything underneath but the only thing I find underneath is the blank concrete floor. I start to sea