I kept looking at the figure at the door. I was beyond disgusted. I thought I would be shocked but weirdly I wasn't. It was like I saw it coming, like I expected it even though I didn't.
"YOU?!" I reiterated slowly getting on my feet. "You stupid silly cunt!" I was livid, I felt bullied, I felt violated. I folded my fist into a tight knot barely blinking.
"When I told you I had a job for you I wasn't asking you if you would want to do the job, I was telling you that you would do the job", Luca said with that repulsive and demeaning look he always had on.
I wanted to empty the rage that stored itself in my fist on his stupid face. The audacity of this man was unnatural.
I let out a shrill laugh. That was all I knew how to do at that moment.
"Who do you think you are!"
"How dare you!"
My throat was dry and it felt painful. I could feel a slightly cold breeze pass through making it feel even more dry and painful.
He kept his hands in his pockets totally unmoved and unruffled by my screams.
He didn't seem to care about how all these affected me. He didn't care about my life or about all the things I left behind. I was simply just a pawn on this chessboard.
"You need to eat and save your strength", he said without looking at me while touching the tip of the tray set on the table. Really That's what's pertinent?
"You are pathetic, and I feel very sorry for you".
"You can't seem to find anyone who would want to be with you genuinely so you resort to forcing them to be with you?" I stood up slowly walking towards him refusing to break eye contact.
"Well news flash, you can keep me here for years and years and I would never love you", I said finally
"Bold of you to assume I am looking to find love".
"Then why else are you putting my life on hold huh, to massage your ego?" He took a glance at me then started walking towards me.
"I can do whatever I want, anything at all".
"Look I don't want to be here with you either" he advanced some more towards me. I could smell his strong woody cologne.
"But I need this and you will do as I say" his voice never went up a notch from how it usually is. He managed to be so calm yet so disdainful.
He put his hand up and the man at the door brought a slim envelope and placed it on his palm.
"I don't need you to love me. I just need you to be my wife for a period of time and then we terminate the contract and go our separate ways"
"And if you are worried about money, all your needs would be met as long as you are under my care"
I slapped him, it was like a reflex response to the utter nonsense he just spewed.
He turned to look at me. Giving me full exposure to his eyes he was glaring at me now.
He reached for my arm while I struggled and he kept his intense stare. He threw the envelope across the room and held my waist. I immediately stopped struggling as something else I couldn't quite place replaced the rage I was feeling.
I felt need and want, tingling sensations traveled up from my thighs to my abdomen.
"Do not do that again" I couldn't figure out if it was anger I heard in his voice or something else.
"I've had people's fingers chopped off for less, don't tempt me".
I could only just stare at him. I was at a loss for words because my brain could focus on nothing other than his hand on my waist.
He took his hand away and I moved back, clearing my throat.
"Get her to eat and freshen up" he said to the man at the door. "We are going out".
He then stole one last glance at me. "Be a good girl Samantha". I looked up, a bit taken aback that he knew my name.
LUCA
I came out to sit at the diner, looking at the chandeliers over me and heaving a sigh of satisfaction.
I was an ardent perfectionist so I loved it when things were done according to my taste.
There was an array of food options prepared by my private chef. I love a good meal and all these years I had always eaten alone. Having some lady join me at the table was quite alien.
But she wasn't my prisoner. She was gonna be wife whether she liked it or not so I had to treat her like one.
Ruthless as i might be I was raised to treat things of importance to me with utmost care.
I smelt lavender from a short distance and looked and saw her. Samantha dressed in an armless sultry wine dress with a slit right in front.
I allowed my eyes take in her perfectly shaped thighs. The material of the dress draped perfectly on her thighs. It made it seem like silk was made just for her.
I got up to open up a seat for her. The least I could do was be a gentle man after all I had put her through.
She snubbed me and moved to the other chair pulling her seat herself.
A smirk danced across my lips. "Gutsy" I said.
"I hate your guts"
"I love yours". She rolled her eyes as she reached for the bottle of wine on the table. She poured herself a full glass and gulped it all down.
"Helps with the nerves" she said as she looked at me with so much distaste.
"Eat, we are going out right after this".
"Where are we going?"
"You ask a lot of questions".
"Maybe that's because I don't trust you" she said as she nibbled on her chicken.
"Well, whether or not you do, I'll still take you where I want". I said to her looking at her as the oil from the chicken gathered at the left side of her lips.
"Look, I know I have no choice in this but if this is going to be any easier for both of us you had better stop tossing me around like a common pet".
Seeing her all riled up like that turned me on. She looked like a cute angry puppy.
I got up and went to the seat next to her and turned her seat so she was facing me with the chicken still in her hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhhhhh" I whispered, using my finger to wipe the oil at the side of her lip and putting the finger in my mouth as I closed my eyes.
I could hear her heart rate spike and her chest heaved heavily.
I opened my eyes and she was looking up with her eyes closed, I took in her petite figure and I just couldn't help myself. I wanted her attention that instant and I swore I was going to have her. I was going to make her crave me and beg to have me.
I slid my hand into the slit of her dress and let my fingers reach into her panties. She gasped.
"Please stop" her voice was quivering, her stop seemed to me like a "Don't you dare stop".
I took my lips close to her ear. "Are you sure mama, is that what you really want?"
"Hmmmm" a slight moan escaped her lips. My fingers fondled her clit gently.
"If you want me to stop, just say so, be convincing" I whispered in her ear again.
I pushed one finger into her and watched as she parted her lips slightly. She was fighting the moans threatening to erupt from her lips.
I loved her reaction to me. I loved that she was enjoying what I was doing to her and I loved that she hated herself because of it.
I slid in another finger and used my thumb to caress her clit as I slid in and out of her rhythmically.
She couldn't help herself this time "Oh my God" she moaned out loud grabbing my hand.
"Please" she said in between moans.
"Huh" I answered with a whimsical smile dancing across my lips.
Just as I noticed that she was about to have just enough to soothe her sexual cravings, I pulled my fingers out and put them in my mouth while she looked at me frustrated and upset.
"What a show!". A voice said within the shadows of the diner.