THREE | IN BED WITH THE DEVIL

CHAPTER THREE | IN BED WITH THE DEVIL

ISABELLA

I got married to a handsome devil and I hate myself for it.

I was taken to the same room I was dressed in immediately after the wedding was over. My ‘husband' didn't come with me. He went with the others to the reception…my supposedly wedding reception that I wasn't invited to.

I didn't mind though, I am currently an emotional mess and I don't want anything to add to my burden.

My mind traveled miles out of the universe while I sat on the king sized bed of what I'm guessing is my new room. Series of questions invade my troubled mind and at the same time, plans to escape are formulating in my head.

How did I get here?

What the hell is going on?

Why the hell is everything horrible happening to me and finally…

How do I get out of the shit I was forced into without getting myself killed?

It is quite obvious that Damien Alejandro is an extremely dangerous man and trying to escape his grip would be signing myself up for a death sentence.

I drowned myself in my head until I realized that my questions wouldn't be answered and I can't get out of this hell hole without Damien letting me go.

Soon, my eyes become heavy and I drift into the unconscious part of life, the events of today playing in my head like a horror movie on repeat.

I'm woken up when I feel arms wrap around my waist at night. I fling myself off as fast am my drowsy mind would allow me to, distancing myself from the person, the fear of being raped by my kidnapper paralyzing my mind.

My eyes dart around the dark room until they land on the other side of the bed where Damien is laying cladded in a fine black suit, staring at me with a smug smirk on his handsome face.

There were no words in the world to describe the rage I feel when I watch the man that basically just ruined my life give me a smug smile for trying to sexually harass me.

I didn't think my actions through, I just let my boiling blood move my feet until I was close enough to give him a slap that could send someone to the afterlife.

The look on his eyes after screamed ‘bloody murder,' but I don't give two fucks. All the sadness, fear and intense emotions I've been feeling since I got kidnapped turned to rage and forced their way out of the jar I kept them.

I knew there was no going back so I didn't hold back. “You are a despicable fool. So what? You couldn't get a woman to marry you because of your terrible attitude and rapist intention so you pick up a random girl to force into marrying you? Are you really that pathetic?" I hiss menacingly.

I'm so caught up in my rage that I totally forgot who had the upper hand in the room. I forgot what he's capable of but I'm brought back to my senses when he pulls me to the bed and proceeds to pin my hands above my head.

I squeak, trying to get out of his grip but he holds it almost iron like.

“Get the fuck off me, you psychopath." I scream with my whole body.

I stopped struggling when the realization that struggling only caused his dick to rub against my thigh.

My heart beats erratically but not because I am scared of being sexually assaulted. My heartbeat accelerates because of his eyes, his beautiful grey eyes.

His eyes are a dream come true for any woman and I must have been crazy to not have noticed during the wedding.

Although cold and unwelcoming, his eyes hold me hostage, making me want to stay in this position forever but the hard feeling of his dick in my thighs gives me the sense slap I desperately need.

I refuse to find my kidnapper attractive!

“Trust me when I say that I can get any girl I want. I might act like a monster but I have never and would never force a woman to hookup with me. At least not when I can have three of them on my bed begging for my dick at the same time."

Disgusted, I give him the most intense glare my caged mind could muster. “Get the fuck off me, dog."

“Says the princess that way locked up in a cage and dragged around with a chain for big animals. You should think twice next time before throwing insultive names."

My face heats up in shame and anger, eyes seeing nothing but red, and heart wanting nothing but his blood. “Once I get out of here, I will make sure you pay for everything you did to me. I'll make sure you beg for mercy but it'll be so far away from you. I'll…"

“I'll be looking forward to your revenge, Bella. Being dragged around isn't good for you. My enemies would swallow you up if you keep being weak. You need to unleash the demon in you or you wouldn't last a year as my wife. They'll eat you up before you can blink."

“I do not want to be your wife. I don't know you and I never want to get to know you. I just wish this all would turn out to be a nightmare and I'm married to Cole already." I yell with all my might, my chest heaving when I'm done.

His playful look he's gone in a flash…like it was never there to begin with. He takes my chin in his big hands and forcefully makes me look into his cold eyes. “Your small dicked boyfriend is dead and if you don't cooperate, you'll be worse than being dead. I am not your prince charming. I am the devil himself and you know it. I wouldn't think twice before chaining you up and cutting off parts of your body bit by bit until you faint from lost of blood and pain.

I shudder as the gothic image makes its way to my mind.

“Call me insane but I would not pay billions of dollars on a bratty girl who thinks she's important enough to walk away alive after disrespecting me. You are MINE! I own you. You have no choice but to be whatever I ask you to be."

He lets go of my chin and angrily takes long strides towards the door. Just before he walks out, he stops on his tracks and says, “Breakfast is by seven, miss it and miss being alive."