Marissa
The low tune of instruments in the background is mixing well with the low murmur of voices and clatter of silverware surrounding us. Tonight my mom and dad have gone all out and booked a table at one of the more fancy restaurants in the area we’re living in. It’s not the most expensive but enough to make me feel that this day is special.
I smile as I throw a glance at my mom who sits opposite of me. She is dressed in her nicest dress and cheap, fake jewelry. My dad, who’s sitting next to mom, has dressed up as well in a suit that must have fitted ten years ago but now strains in the seams to contain him.
But all that doesn’t matter today. I’m sure they had to save months in advance to afford the table. They did all this for me. Because today is my eighteenth birthday! My smile grows and I bite my lip to prevent a happy giggle to escape and look down on the dessert menu.
My dad leans in towards my mom and I sneak a peak over the edge of the menu. He whispers in her ear and she blushes. He leans back in his seat with a pleased smile on his lips. But then something behind me catches his eyes. The smile falls immediately and I see fear flash before he quickly conceals it.
The hair at the back of my neck rises and goosebumps rise on my arms as I feel someone walking up behind me. That someone comes to a stop at our table and I look up to see who it is. The most gorgeous man I have ever seen stands next to our table with his eyes plastered to my fathers face and my menu is quickly forgotten.
He has dark eyes, almost black in the dimed light of the restaurant. A straight nose, prominent cheekbones and a strong jaw gives him a manly look. His black hair is styled to perfection and he has a dark five’oclock shadow covering his jaw. I can see that he’s older than me, perhaps in the late twenties or early thirties, but at the same time he looks ageless.
He is wearing a dark gray suit which looks more expensive than my whole bedroom. It strains to contain his body, but not for the same reason that my dad stretches his. But because of his lean but muscular build and the perfect fit. The gold cufflinks at his wrist hold a red ruby, that surely is real, and on his wrist is a large gold watch.
He’s not alone. Two other men are standing behind him like bodyguards, not that it looks like he needs them. He looks deadly on his own, like a god of wrath coming to deliver his verdict.
“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Mason. It’s a pleasure to see you here.” The man smiles down at my parents, but the smile doesn't reach his dark eyes. His voice is deep, confident and filled with promise of pain and fear, but also pleasure. I know immediately that you don’t want to end up on the wrong side of this man’s favor. A shiver of fear runs down my spine, but behind that fear I feel attraction and lust. How do my parents know someone like him?
“Mr. Falaguerra. It is very nice to meet you.” My dad's voice comes out nervous as he quickly stands up and reaches out his hand to greet the stranger. My mother rises as well. “Are you also here to dine?”
“No. This is one of the many businesses that I own.” He shakes my dad's hand and then takes my mom's hand, bringing it to his lips to give it a light kiss. I see her cheeks blush slightly from his attention and I can’t blame her. Then he turns his eyes to me and I am happy I have not risen to my feet yet. Had I been standing I’m sure my knees would have buckled. “And who might this young beauty be?” I take a deep breath, scold my expression into a polite smile and stand up to greet him as well.
His eyes travel down my body as he takes my hand and brings it up to his mouth to give it a kiss. I gasp at the intensity of his gaze and the warm touch of his soft lips on my skin and a blush paints my cheeks bright red. I feel the kiss all the way to my core that clenches in wish for his attention. It is safe to say that I have never felt such an attraction to another person before.
“This is our daughter, Marissa.” My mom quickly rounds the table to stand beside me and puts her arm protectively around my shoulders. Almost as if she knows what kind of reaction he wakes in me. “We are here to celebrate her eighteenth birthday.” The man's gaze is holding me captive as he looks deep into my eyes. I see the tip of his tongue come out to wet his bottom lip. When he doesn’t let go of my hand I give it a small tug. He increases his grip momentarily, and his eyes flare with some emotion I can’t identify, before he finally releases me.
He turns his attention back to my dad. “I must imagine that it is hard work to keep hungry boys from such a beautiful daughter.” All blood rushes from my dad’s face and he wrings his hands together while his eyes go back and forth between me and the man. The man gives my father a smirk that has my stomach churning with unease.
His eyes turn to me again and the hunger burning behind the darkness scares me more than an open threat would do. “I will leave you to your celebration. The note is on me so make sure you choose something delicious for dessert.” He holds out his hand to ask for mine once again. His aura doesn’t leave room for defiance so I place my hand in his and he gives my hand another kiss. “Until we meet again.” Then he leaves.
It takes several minutes before my dad turns towards me and my mom. “I guess we should choose our dessert.” He says with a nervous smile before he sits down and nervously picks up the menu. My mom and I do the same.
“Who was that man?” I ask as we wait for our dessert to arrive.
“Oh. Ehm. He's just an, eh, acquaintance of mine. No one that you need to worry about.” My dad’s smile is forced as he speaks to me. “Now let’s just enjoy the rest of the evening.”
I give my dad a suspicious glance and then look at my mom who is very preoccupied by looking at the pattern of the tablecloth.
“So have you, Steph and Josie made any plans for your journey?” My dad changes the subject. I narrow my eyes at him, but he refuses to meet my gaze. I sigh and accept the change of subject. It is my birthday and I don’t want an uncomfortable meeting to ruin my evening.
Instead we talk of my friends and mine’s plans for our summer break. My friends and I are planning a roadtrip when we graduate high school. I have worked extra hours at a diner not far from my school to save up enough to last me through the summer. This will be our last summer as kids before going off to college. Steph is moving across the country to follow her dreams, but me and Josie are staying in Chicago to study. As we discuss every important landmark we want to see and everything we want to do, the meeting with the man is quickly forgotten.
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Marissa 2 years later The sweat is running down my back as I carry a heavy box from my room. Today we’re moving to some small town dump a few miles from Chicago. I have no idea what has gotten into my parents but last week they told me that they had bought a house and that we were moving. It’s such a short notice that I haven’t been able to find myself my own place to stay, not that I would have the money to live on my own anyways. The last two years have been tough for me. It takes a lot to study at the college and then work as a waitress. Then there is the fact that both mom and dad have started drinking and gambling more. At first it was every weekend, but soon they started coming home on weekdays drunk. And then the last couple of months they have seemed to run out of money. I think that my dad lost his job but he hasn’t said anything. I guess it’s not very fitting to work at the hospital drunk, even for a janitor. Last month they didn’t even have enough money for electricity
Marissa It’s been a month since our sudden move to that dump of a house. And even if we have painted the walls and cleaned out the carpets, the house still is a dump. I still don’t know the reason why we moved and my parents are still paranoid. They have asked me several times to quit my studies or to transfer to another college in another state. Their last try was to have me agree on online studies instead. The only positive thing with the move is that they can’t gamble as much as before. They do not dare to go into Chicago to visit any casinos and there are not that many options in the small town we live in. But they still drink too much. Often when I come home from school my dad is lying drunk on the couch. My mom usually doesn't get drunk until after dinner. I let out a deep sigh to try and ease my apprehension about what state they are in tonight when I come home. I stare out at the darkening sky through the window on the bus, focusing on the few stars that shine there. All of
Marissa Swallowing hard, I tear my eyes from my parents to meet his gaze. “H-how long until I h-have to decide?” He looks down at his expensive watch on his arm. “Five seconds.” My mouth falls open in shock as my head goes blank. What should I do? When the five seconds have passed he reaches behind his back to pull out a gun. My mother whimpers from her seat. Quickly I reach out my hands to grab onto his arms. “I’ll go! Please don’t hurt them.” I beg him. A smile stretches along his lips. “That is a good decision.” He nods his head to the doorway leading to our rooms and the front door and the men move in unison towards them. Then he grabs my arm and leads me to the back door. The man that had his hand on me in the living room is following behind us. “Put on your shoes.” I do as I’m told. When I reach for my jacket he grabs me and drags me towards the front door. Okay. So no jacket? At the door one of the men stands with an umbrella ready to lead us out to the car. “Wait. I have t
Marissa I jerk awake as a shrill sound breaks through my sleep. Sitting up I glare at the phone on the nightstand and lift the receiver. I let it ring two times more before I answer. “Hello?” “Good morning, Miss Mason. The time is now six. Breakfast will be served at seven sharp. Do not be late. Mr. Falaguerra does not approve of tardiness.” The voice of Mrs. Costas says to me from the other side of the receiver. Her voice is warm but at the same time stern as if she was speaking to a grandchild or something. “Okay.” Is all I say and hang up the phone. I sit for a short time on the bed and take in this magnificent room once again. I take a shaky breath to calm myself before I start to cry again, before I get out of bed and ready myself to attend breakfast. I put on the dress I found in the closet the night before. The dress is blue with three quarter sleeves and a loose skirt that reaches below my knees. It is a little bit loose around the bodice but it looks nice anyways. At ten m
Marissa I wake up an hour later on the couch in his office. Mr. Falaguerra is sitting at his desk reading some documents with a furrowed brow. I don’t move or make a sound to alert him that I am awake. Instead I observed him from under my lashes, trying my best to act asleep. He is beautiful. His face set in a serious expression. On his straight nose sits a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses, giving him an aura of intelligence and professionalism. The sun is shining in through the window and reflecting in his shiny, perfectly styled, black hair. In the light I see a tint of dark brown mixed with black. The perfectly fitted white button-up is a strong contrast to his golden skin. The top two buttons are undone and it gives him a more relaxed look. He looks like a businessman, not a mob-boss. His eyes leave the paper to look over in my direction and my body tenses up. His facial expression doesn't change, but he removes his glasses and gets up from his chair. He makes his way over
Marissa Back at the mansion Luca takes me back to my room, while Antonio leaves again with the car. “If you want you can use the gym? Or you can use the indoor pool if you want to swim?” Luca says as he stops outside of my room. Even if Luca only says a few short words and he mostly wears an indifferent expression on his handsome face, there is some sort of warmth coming from him. I give him a small smile. “The pool would be nice.” “If you collect your bathing suit I can take you there. There is a changing room there.” He smiles back at me. “Okay.” I open the door to my room but stop in my tracks from the shock of what I see. Luca is as fast as lightning as he jerks me back and takes my place in the doorway to assess any danger that could be there. His hand is circled around the gun in his holster and his body rigid and ready for combat. When he sees the situation in my room, he relaxes and steps away from the door. I peek inside again to see two young maids staring at the door wit
Marissa I push against him and he reluctantly releases me. I swim to the edge and climb out of the pool. Luca is nowhere to be seen but someone has placed two towels on a lounge chair. I take one of them and wrap it around myself like it’s a shield protecting me from the man in the pool. A glance back at the pool shows that Mr. Falaguerra is hanging on the edge watching me. “You have to get used to my touch and my kisses.” He says and tilts his head to the side. I turn towards him but don't answer. “There is no way for you out of this arrangement. Your parents knew the price they had to pay and they willingly took the risk.” I feel my anger rise at his words pushing down my fear of him. I don’t think he would physically harm me so I decided to speak. “I am not a possession to be sold or bought!” I grit out between clenched teeth. With the agility of a panther he climbs out of the pool and stalks towards me. I take a step back in fear that I am wrong about the beating part. He contin
Antonio This is going much better than I had anticipated. I know that Marissa is a headstrong and independent young woman, but beneath her independent facade there is something more. The will to please, to submit, to be controlled and to control with her submission. The fact that she submits to me after merely a day is a verification to this, even if the submission is based on fear. It is not all fear. She is trying to hide behind the fear, using it as a reason to be compliant, to submit. I can see it in her eyes and feel it in her kiss. The heat and lust burning beneath the fear is strong. She is a queen made for me to worship and in return she will hand over all of herself. Deep inside I believe she knows that is something I can give her and something she rightfully deserves. She is the perfect woman to share my kingdom with, once she finally gives in. Then there is the attraction and lust. There is no denying that she feels the intense physical attraction between us. The hunger
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