SAMANTHA
"Please, please don't do this to me" He ripped my clothes apart. I begged with all the strength I could muster.
"Shut up and be a good girl and it will be over before you know it". He said, his eyes dark and rid of any pity.
"What do you want? Money? Freedom? I'll work and give you all my earnings. I will do anything! Please!" My eyes were, puffy and my voice crooked and raspy with tears flowing down my face like a broken dam.
He threw me onto the floor, my head hitting the pavement along the lonely path as he took advantage of me again and again and again the whole night till he had his fill and left me ravaged in a pool of my own blood.
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"Camille?" I turned and watched as the Lady pulled a box through the front door with two men right behind her carrying her other luggage.
She walked confidently towards Luca with her arms stretched out for a hug. "That's not how you welcome your guest" Luca shoved her to the side, looking at her like her presence was a needle in his butt.
"What are you doing in my house with boxes?" he asked with a hint of rage in his voice.
She gleamed with a cynical smile. "Hi Daddy!!" her high-pitched voice piercing my ears as she ran towards Luca's father.
"How was your trip Camille?" he asked as they hugged with him looking equally excited to see her.
"It was a breeze, you know Daddy doesn't play about my comfort".
"I know, how is he? I haven't seen him in a while"
"You know business and all, he sends his greetings" I just stood there confused as to what was going on.
Luca looked perplexed where he stood and I wondered why because she seemed to be a friend of the family.
Nanny Nancy was instructed to get her settled in while Luca's father asked some of the men to put her boxes inside.
From the looks of things she was here to stay for a while. She passed beside me and I felt an air of dissidence. She said nothing to me even after seeing me heavily clad in a bulky wedding dress. To be honest, I kind of expected her to say something.
But oh well maybe it's just perfect that she said nothing to me. I could smell drama around her. I sighed and turned to walk to my room.
"Samantha wait" I felt his cold hand touch my skin. The surge that coursed through my body I could never get used to.
"Luca, I have had a long day, I don't need this right now", I said, still looking in the direction of the hallway.
"I just wanted to say thank you" okay?!! I'm sat! Lucas Ivanov says Thank you? This monumental feat should have its own public holiday.
"What?" I turned to look at him.
"I wanted to say thank you for helping me. Even if I didn't give you that much of a choice, thank you still".
I saw the honesty in his eyes as he spoke. "Alright," I had searched my brain for the right thing to say and that's all it came up with.
Not even in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Luca would say thank you.
He took his hand off my arm and I dragged my dress to my room.
The minute I stepped into my room I took off the dress hastily changing into a comfy pair of shorts and a loose baggy shirt. Can't one wear a playsuit to their wedding? This is the exact reason I was sold to the simple parts of life. I wasn't all about the glam life. This wasn't me.
I sat to wipe the horrendous amount of makeup on my face extremely glad that the day was over.
My door flung open, no knock, nothing I jerked off the chair I was sitting in, now standing as Camille walked in oozing an air of dominance. She walked past me, almost pushing me had I not steered clear some inches away from her.
"Good evening," I said after enduring some rough minutes of silence while she scanned my room with her small eyes.
She looked at me like she was sizing me up.
"You are the one he married" She gave a shrill laugh and strutted around me like she was getting a better view of me.
I said nothing, it was obviously not a question.
"I'm shocked at the regression of taste" she scoffed, eyeing me distastefully.
"Sorry, who are you?" I really wanted to know on what grounds she was allowed to speak to me in such a manner.
She laughed dryly, "Such a cockamine question, surely you must have heard of me".
I shook my head, genuinely oblivious of who she was. I loved that it would bruise her ego that I didn't regardless.
She moved to sit on my bed. "I'm Camille Gussev, daughter of one of the biggest business moguls in the whole of Russia" I just stood there with folded arms and watched as she eulogized herself.
"Our empire spans further than just here, we have marked territories in almost all countries of the world". She gloated.
I was still wondering what any of this had to do with me then she continued. "I am Luca's first and only love" I gulped, wondering why my saliva was suddenly hard to swallow.
"What has that got to do with me?" I asked.
"I mean, we all know how paupers act, a little bread and they forget their place".
I forced a little laugh, biting on my lips hard so they wouldn't quiver.
"I just thought to tell you what your place is, in case you didn't know but since you know? Take this as a reminder".
She came closer and whispered. "Luca belongs to me" she chuckled and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
I leaned against the wall still taken aback by this whole stunt. I hate how I only know what to say to people right after they've violated me. While the violation is ongoing my tongue stays hooked.
I know I came from a family of little means but I have been addressed as a pauper more times here than I had ever been in all my years on earth.
She can have Luca as far as I was concerned but I was struggling to figure out what was hurting me in the deep ends of my chest.
The insults? Or the nagging need for Luca.
I stepped out of the room in a bid to find Luca not knowing what I was going to say when I found him.
The hallway was dimly lit and I just kept walking in a straight line hoping I wouldn't hit my head against something.
"Ouch!!" I yelled as I bumped into someone and crashed to the floor hitting my head hard on the floor board. I looked closely and it was Luca.
"Are you hurt?" He asked as he helped me up.
"No, no… uhhh fine, I'm fine" I stammered, losing coordination of my words.
"Alright".
Where the sobs started to erupt from I had no idea but I felt a wild rush of emotions and I broke down completely as he was about to walk past me.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey what's going on?" He rushed back to me, holding me up and raising my face as he strained to see my face.
I had no words as the tears kept falling.
He picked me up bridal style from the ground and carried me up, walking in a completely opposite direction.
We made a turn and he opened the door and it was his room. One of the doors Nanny Nancy had warned me never to open.
He dropped me on his bed and went on to switch on the light and I scurried to hide my face.
"Look at me," He said, squatting in front of me.
I hesitated, folding my lips inward fruitlessly trying to control the pending sobs threatening to break through.
"Look at me Samantha" The way his deep voice reeled off my name sent deep chills down my spine.
I finally mustered the balls to look at him. He looked straight into my eyeballs staring like he could get all his answers by just looking intently.
He brought his fingers to my face and wiped a bead of tear on one of my cheeks.
"Take a deep breath", He said to me. His voice was calm and reassuring.
I inhaled for some seconds and let it out, pouting my lips and doing the same thing repeatedly for a few seconds.
I was calm. "Now talk to me, what...."
I shut him up, placing my lips on his and dragging his face to mine.
He kissed me back, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him while he sucked on my bottom lip.
The craze in the intensity at which we kissed one would think we'd been in the covent all our lives.
He picked me up from the bed, setting me on his lap while I held his face in my small palm. He kissed my neck, sliding his palms into my shirt across my back.
I pushed him onto the bed, still seated on top of him. I took my lips to his neck and bit on it softly. I could feel him already in that position I was in.
I brought my hands slowly down his chest, extending it further down to feel his hardness. He gasped, parting his lips slowly and letting out a big breath.
His eyes were shut, he ran his hand over my body and without warning tilted us, and now he was on top. He looked at me, with that same deep intense stare from before. "Do you want this?" He asked me.
It was all I wanted. "Yes," I said, my speech slurred.
"Sure?" he said, bringing his face even closer and sniffing me out from my neck, taking his head down my stomach and to the middle of my thighs inhaling deeply.
"Yes, please" I answered, a bit frustrated with the suspense and formalities. He took off my shorts, flinging it across the room reaching into the side drawer by the bed, and fetching a condom.
He tore it open and wore it swiftly, his smoothness with it oozing experience. He stared at my bare bottoms taking in the view and trailing his hands against me.
"God! You are so beautiful" he said calmly to me.
I felt no need to tuck myself away or avoid his eyes, in this moment I felt free and fearless like I was intoxicated.
He took off my shirt and caressed my bare breasts, fondling them so carefully that I couldn't help but let out a moan.
He brought his lips against mine, kissing me ferociously. His tongue begged for entrance and I gave it. His tongue explored the roots of my mouth and I savored the warmth of his lips.
He pushed his way into me and I gasped, he felt bigger inside of me, and with each deep thrust I knew my world was his and it was about to crumble before my very own eyes and I was going to let it just so I could taste him.