Chapter 3 Observing Each Other

Manfred Valderrama POV

I sit at the breakfast table waiting for the door to open and when it does, one of my guards drags Villafuerte’s feisty daughter into my dining room. She struggles against him and I get a strange satisfaction from the fact she immediately pauses when she sees me. I still haven’t permitted her any clothes, just clean, black lace underwear which I think compliments her golden skin tone. It also makes me decide I don’t like the way Ludo’s hands look on her.

“Release her,” I order, watching as the girl studies the space around her, appearing overwhelmed. I’m not stupid enough to buy it though, The grandeur of my dining hall won’t be something Amara is unfamiliar with, her father is a very rich man, and she will be used to these kinds of luxuries. What I predict is that she’s getting her bearings, and looking for an escape route, one that she won’t find. I’ve got this place locked down like fucking Alcatraz.

“Join me.” I gesture my hand to the space that's been laid for her, beside me. I know she will be hungry. The stubborn, little bitch has returned every meal I’ve had Anna send down for her since she’s been here, and given what I have planned for her, that will not do. She snarls at me like a wolf as she moves closer, and just watching the way her body moves has me wanting to snatch her in my hands and destroy her all over my breakfast table. But first things first, the girl must eat.

“Please, help yourself.” I nod my head toward the food that's spread out on the table, watching her eyes wander hungrily over the pastries and fruit that Anna has prepared. I decided to set an example by reaching forward and picking up an apple for myself. Amara doesn’t react, she just watches me bite into it with that hateful look in her eyes.

 “Starving yourself isn’t going to do you any good. Your body needs to be in good condition for what I have planned for it,” I inform her, keeping my voice casual.

“And what, exactly, do you have planned for it?” She tilts her head, trying desperately to put on a brave face. It’s harder than I expected to answer her question. Up until the moment her eyes locked onto mine downstairs, putting my child inside her was my only intention. Now, I want to put my child inside her while she begs me for it. That’s dangerous. I’m fully aware that I can not become attached to this woman and, yet, it’s hard not to form an attachment to something that looks so beautiful.

“How old are you, Amara?” I avoid her question by asking her something I already know.

“I’m nineteen.” She looks back at me with a strong will and determination that I can’t wait to break.

“And how are you still a virgin?” I take another bite of the apple in my hand and wait for her answer, and all she does is shrug her shoulders. “Does your father have plans for you to marry?” I continue my questioning.

“You’ll have to ask him.” She’s getting smart with me and instead of angering me, like it should, I can’t control the smirk it puts on my face.

“Me and your father aren’t exactly on speaking terms,” I tell her, tamping down the rage that starts to build in my chest when I think about Steven Villafuerte. Now isn’t the time for this girl to be getting a rise out of me. I must be in full control when I’m around her.

“How about you and I make a deal, Amara? I’ll be honest with you if you are honest with me. Who has your father promised you to?” I rephrase my question. Her answer is valuable to me, it will give me an insight into what direction Villafuerte plans to take his empire. There's an immediate change to the girl's attitude, her posture changes, her shoulders sag and those pretty eyes fall to the table.

“Dennis Gregorio,” she mumbles the name and when I laugh at her words, she looks up at me with sadness on her face and tells me she’s serious.

“The man must be almost sixty,” I say my thoughts out loud, and when she nods her head back at me timidly, something that feels a lot like empathy wedges in my throat. “I’m assuming you aren’t happy with this arrangement?” I lean forward in my chair so I can study her more closely. Sorrow looks exquisite on her. Her eyes almost look like they’re pleading with me for help when she slowly shakes her head at me. The beauty in her vulnerability almost has me forgetting that she’s my enemy's daughter. “Now, it’s your turn.

” She pulls in a brave breath, attempting to regain some of that strength she’s trying to show. “What do you intend to do with my body?”

I study her a little longer, sliding my finger over my bottom lip and imagining all the things I have planned. Then, taking the plate that’s in front of her, I add some fruit and one of Anna’s pancakes to it before placing it back. “Eat that, and I’ll show you.” I sit back in my chair and watch with intrigue as she picks up her fork and, with a look of discontent, does exactly as I say.

Amara Villafuerte POV

This is all one big head-fuck. Whoever this man is, he’s not my friend, and yet something inside me feels drawn to him. I shouldn't have told him what I just did, knowledge is power, and the vibes I’m getting from him tell me he has enough of that.

“Take her to the room,” he orders the guard, who brought me in here,, when I’ve eventually cleared my plate, and, as he steps toward me and roughly takes my arm, my whole body instantly stiffens.

“I don’t think force is necessary, Tommy.”

My captor reaches forward and eases him off. “I’m sure Miss Villafuerte will be compliant. There are no means of escape for her.”

He smiles at me through his threat, and when I nod back at him obediently, Tommy lets me go. I won’t show all my cards here, but I will find a way out of the mess I’m in. For now, I believe my best form of defense is to let this man believe I can be compliant. I wipe my mouth with my napkin and place it back on the table before standing up and following Tommy out of the dining room, willingly.

When we get to the door, I look back over my shoulder and notice how my captor’s head is slightly tilted and checking out my ass. The blush it puts on my cheeks doesn’t belong there but I smile at him, regardless. If it is a game he wants to play, becoming a competitor is the only way for me to win. I don’t know if I’m more excited, or nervous, as Tommy, Manfred’s Assistant leads me up the impressive staircase. My toes sink into the soft, red carpet and I admire some of the artwork on the walls before we stop at a door and he pushes it open, gesturing for me to enter. The first thing I notice, which brings with it a whole lot of relief, is a bed. Complete with a mattress, some pillows, and a comforter, it’s a welcome sight after spending two nights sleeping on a cold, damp floor. The decor of the room matches the elegance of the rest of the house, even if it is practically empty of any furniture.

“Through here.” Tommy goes to grab me again, but the stern look I give him seems to remind him of his boss's words. He clears his throat and opens the door on the other side of the room, one that leads into a bathroom. Inside there is plenty of space, but like the bedroom, everything is minimal. There are bars on the window and not even a mirror on the wall, but I see that the bath has already been drawn, and when Tommy nods his head towards it, I step forward and test the temperature with my fingertips.

“You don’t honestly expect me to bathe in front of you, do you?” I laugh at him, trying my best to show confidence. The big brute may look scary but he’s just as much of a slave to the man downstairs, as I am.

“No, Miss, but I will be right outside.” He winks sarcastically before stepping out and closing the door behind him. As soon as I’m alone, I start searching around for a way out. I test the bars on the window to confirm they’re solid, but even if they weren’t it would be far too small for me to climb out of. I check the cupboard under the basin and find it empty all I have to work with is a towel, a sponge, and a bar of soap that smells heavenly. After assessing all my options, and deciding that there is no way out of here, I slip out of my panties and take off my bra, sinking myself into the hot, foamy water and admitting defeat...for now. I feel my muscles relax as I breathe in the aromas around me and taking the sponge and soap, I lather up my body. I take my time, enjoying my freedom away from the basement despite still being confined, and when I’m ready to face reality again, I get out of the tub and wrap the towel, that's neatly folded on the basin, around my body. I’m surprised that when I open the door, to step back into the bedroom, instead of Tommy standing guard, I see him sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. His elbows rest on its arms, his fingers crossed in the middle, and I feel his stare as his eyes slowly assess me. My pussy responds in a way that has me closing my eyes and swallowing down my shame.

“How was your bath?” His voice sounds soothing as I take a few more steps into the room.

 “Good.” I cling to the towel I have wrapped around my chest. “Good,” he repeats my word with a hint of sarcasm, nodding his head as he stands up and moves towards me. I hold my breath as he stalks a slow circle around my body. And although his hands don’t touch me, I still feel him on my skin, and it doesn’t make it crawl the way it should. It makes it tingle with something I fear could be desire. Once he’s standing in front of me again, my eyes automatically look up into his, and the serious look on his handsome face makes me release that breath I’ve been holding on to, a little too loudly.

“Take off the towel.” His words aren’t quite whispered, but they come out much softer than I expected. Soft enough to not have me resisting. I’m in no position to argue with him and, wrong as it may be, I like having this man’s eyes on my body. I like his attention, and I like the thrill it puts in the pit of my stomach. He looks down at my naked body but shows no reaction to it. Eventually, his hand reaches out, and his fingers slowly trace over the skin on my neck, past my shoulder, and trail the outline of one of my tits. The sensation of them makes a gasp catch in my throat. “Ask me, again.” His fingers spread out over my stomach, steadily lowering toward my pussy.

“Ask what?” I hear the tremble in my voice and realize it isn’t coming from fear.

“Ask what I intend to do to your body, Amara,” he reminds me of my earlier question, pausing his touch just before he reaches the place where I crave to feel it. I look up at him through my lashes and pull together all my confidence so I can ask him again.

“What will you do to my body?” I whisper the words as I stare into his cold, dark eyes. “I’m going to break it.” His hand cups my pussy while his other wraps tight around my throat, forcing me roughly onto the mattress, and pinning me down with his grip. Despite my shock, I managed to look up at him and put on a smile. This man wants my fear so badly, he’ll use it to get himself off, and I won’t give it to him. If he thinks he can break me, let him try. Anything is better than Dennis-fucking-Gregorio.

“I’m gonna fuck that smile right off your face,” he warns me, and I shock him further by spreading my legs to make it easy for him. Yeah, I’m nervous, I know it’s going to hurt and I’m certain he won’t be gentle, but even I know that the tension, he’s put inside me, isn’t going to be released until he takes me.

He looks down at me and frowns, shaking his head like his plan is falling apart. The confidence, that my plan is already working, helps me tip him over the edge by reaching my hand between my legs and rubbing my finger against the throb he’s created. His brow creases deeper as he snatches at my wrist and swipes it away, then it’s my turn to be shocked when he drops to his knees, grips my thighs, and buries his head between my legs. His tongue attacks my sensitive flesh, feasting on me like a starved animal, as his fingers indent my skin. I lift my hips off the mattress so I can take more of it, and when he pulls back so he can look up at me, he fixes his eyes on mine as he spits sharply at my clit. I watch him use his finger to mix his saliva with the wetness his tongue has created and when he sinks those soaked fingers inside me, any efforts I make not to show weakness, fail me when I moan. His head lowers back down so he can give me his tongue again, flicking at my clit, hard and fast while his fingers fuck me, almost painfully. Yet, I feel myself clenching tight to them, scared he’ll pull away. Something inside me contracts and it makes my toes curl and my hips buck uncontrollably against his mouth.

All that tension I’ve been holding on to releases itself from my body with a force I can’t control and as I soak his tongue, his eyes narrow on mine while he watches my undoing. I press my hand to my head, to try and stop it from spinning, and his body climbs up the bed, forcing it away and pinning it to the mattress. He bites at my lip before filling my mouth with his tongue, forcing me to taste myself off him, as his fingertips bruise my wrist, and his other hand takes my throat again.

“You taste that?” He looks down on me, focusing hard on my swollen lips. “That’s what I’m going to take. I’m going to fuck your tight, innocent, little pussy until it fucking bleeds, and then I’m gonna fuck it some more.” His threat makes my core throb as he drags his hand from my throat and rips his belt from its buckle. I watch him force the slacks off his hips, and my eyes widen when his huge, solid cock lands hard and heavy against my stomach. Now, I know I’m in some real trouble.

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