CHAPTER 5

MIA’s POV

“Come here” he finally spoke up.

“I think it’s about time I take my leave” Henry chirped in and exited the mansion without another word.

I stayed glued to my spot, too scared to get any closer to him- Marco.

Marco stood up from his seat and walked towards me, his eyes still fixed on me. I felt my heart race faster as he approached me, unsure of what he was going to do. He stopped right in front of me, towering over me with his imposing figure. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned in closer.

"You're Mia, right?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. I nodded slowly, too afraid to speak.

“Use your words” he ordered.

“Yes” said lowly.

“Yes what?” He inquired, one of his eyebrows raised questionly.

For a second I was clueless on what he meant by that, but I was quick to realize he wanted me to address him properly.

“Yes sir” I replied.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“Twenty,” I muttered.

I flinched as he reached out his hand, but he didn't touch me. Instead, he brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch surprisingly gentle. I couldn't help but shiver at his touch, my body betraying me.

What was this weird sensation I’m feeling?

“Strip darling” he whispered in a low order.

I froze at his words, my mind unable to comprehend what he was asking of me. My heart raced even faster, my palms getting clammy as I tried to think of a way out of this situation. But there was no way out. I was trapped in this room with him, and he was in charge. I had to do what he said.

“Huh?” I gasped, my voice shaky and my cheeks flushed deep red in embarrassment.

Marco's eyes narrowed at my hesitation.

"Do you want to make me do that for you? I can’t promise to be gentle” he warned, his voice firm and unwavering.

I shook my head, still unable to believe this was happening to me.

But as much as I wanted to resist, I knew better than to disobey his order. I took a deep breath and slowly began to unbutton my blouse, my hands shaking with every movement. Feeling a bit uneasy, I glanced around the humongous living room, fearing that someone might come in. On seeing no other presence, I pushed down my nerves as much as I could.

Marco's eyes never left me as I stripped down to my underwear, feeling vulnerable and exposed. He stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with a cold and calculating gaze. And for just a second, lust flashed through his eyes.

When I was left with just my underwear, I stood there, my eyes downcast, waiting for his next command.

“Look at me” he ordered.

I slowly lifted my head, my eyes meeting his intense gaze. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw the hunger in his eyes. His gaze traveled down my body, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I felt like a mannequin on display, completely at his mercy.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

"Do you know that?" He asked.

I shook my head, feeling a surge of heat rush to my cheeks.

Marco stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch my cheek. I flinched at his touch, but he didn't seem to notice, or rather did not mind.

“You're mine now, Mia," he said, his voice low and possessive.

"There’re so many things I would do to you. Things that would leave your innocence tainted”

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words. What did he mean by that? I tried to take a step back, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my skin.

"Please no" I whimpered.

I tried to struggle, but his grip on my arm was too strong. He chuckled at my feeble attempts to resist him.

“Don't worry, Mia. I won't hurt you...unless you want me to," he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with seduction.

I felt a knot form in my stomach at his words. I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this. But I was trapped, and he was in control.

I let out a small moan unknowingly, the moment his hands caressed my stomach. And body shook in undeniable pleasure as his hands slid downwards.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch even though my mind was screaming for me to resist. Marco's hands moved lower, and I felt heat rush through my body as he cupped my core through my underwear. I gasped, my eyes closing involuntarily as pleasure coursed through me.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

I couldn't deny it.

My body was responding to his touch, and I felt ashamed of myself for enjoying it. But I couldn't help it. Marco's touch was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was foreign and I felt myself enjoying it a little too much.

Suddenly he pulled away from me, and oddly I was disappointed, shamelessly longing to have his hands back on me.

“Nelly would show you your way around here” he said.

Then he was out like a light, leaving my helpless self alone in this large room.