CHAPTER 7

MIA'S POV

I was frozen in my seat at the edge of the bed, as Marco walked towards me. His eyes were cold and calculating, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. I knew that I was in trouble, but I didn't know what to do.

"You didn't answer my question," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"What question?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I...I don't know," I stuttered, feeling the fear rise up in me.

Marco's eyes narrowed at my answer, and I could feel him studying me, trying to read my thoughts.

"Why are you asking questions about me? Henry sent you for that purpose, didn't he?," he asked finally, his voice low and menacing.

"I can tell when someone is lying to me," he said gravely.

I shook my head, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"I'm not lying," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Henry didn't ask me to do anything. I have no idea who he is either! All I know is that he bought me off from the strange auction center I found myself in and now I was brought to you as-" I cut off.

I had no idea what to say… who was I really? Marco's pet? His sex slave?

"As?" he smirked, urging me to continue.

"As...as your...your assistant," I finished, keeping my eyes away from his intense gaze boring into me.

Marco's smirk grew wider, and I could see the amusement in his eyes.

"My assistant?" he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"And what exactly can you assist me with?"

I didn't know how to answer that question. I had no idea what he wanted from me, or what he expected of me.

"I can...I can do whatever you need me to do," I said finally, hoping that it was the right answer.

Marco chuckled, and I could feel his breath on my face.

"Oh, Mia," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." I shivered at his words, feeling a mix of fear and desire coursing through me.

"Dress up nicely. I have guest coming over in a bit." He instructed, his voice firm and commanding.

I let out a sigh of relief immediately as he exited the room. I was glad that he wasn't going to punish me for asking questions.

But at the same time, I was scared of the thought of meeting his guests.

Who were they? And what did they want from me? I pushed those thoughts aside and quickly got dressed, trying to look as presentable as possible.

As I walked out of the room, I couldn't help but wonder what my future held in this mansion.

I followed Marco down a long hallway, my heart racing with every step. I had no idea what to expect, and I was scared of what was to come.

Marco led me into a large living room, where a group of men were sitting, drinking and smoking. They all turned to look at me as I entered the room, and I could feel their eyes on me, assessing me.

I felt exposed and vulnerable, and I wished that I could just disappear.

"Take a seat" he whispered to me and sat at the head table. I quickly took my seat beside him and tried to avoid any confrontations.

Why did I even have to be present here? it was obvious I didn't belong here neither was I needed.

I felt uncomfortable under their gaze, and I wished that I could run away. Marco placed a hand on my thighs, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"She's mine so take your eyes off her" Marco ordered coldly and his men quickly avoided glancing my way. It was clear Marco had authority over them.

I had no idea what was going on, and I wished that I could just leave. But I knew that I couldn't, not without Marco's permission. So I sat there, trying to ignore the men's gaze and focus on anything else but them.

As the night went on, I realized that the men were discussing something important. They spoke in hushed tones, and I could barely make out what they were saying. And I honestly didn't care to even listen.

Marco's hand was still on my thigh and now riding dangerously higher and I couldn't help but squirm nervously.

I shifted in my seat, trying to move away from his touch, but he only tightened his grip on my thigh. I could feel his fingers brushing against the edge of my panties.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as Marco's touch sent shivers down my spine. I knew that I should push his hand away, but a part of me wanted to feel his touch even more.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything else but his touch, but it was impossible.

"Are you okay?" Marco asked innocently, successfully drawing the attention of everyone to me.

My eyes bulge in disbelief at his question. How could he possibly pull a straight face while doing this to me. I was having a hard time stopping myself from moaning out loud.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself and not sound too breathy.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile.

"Just a bit tired." I muttered.

Marco nodded, his eyes still fixed on me.

"You should go to bed then," he said, his voice low and seductive.

I nodded, grateful for the excuse to leave. I stood up, trying to ignore the men's gaze as I walked out of the room.

Once I was out of sight, I let out a sigh of relief. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I felt both ashamed and excited at the same time. Marco's touch had awakened something inside me that I didn't even know existed.

What on Earth was happening to me???