SOPHIA
My hands moved even before I could stop myself. The fear rooted in my chest propelled my hand forward to grab the bedside lamp and throw it towards him.
He said something in Italian as he noticed what had almost hit his head. He turned his gaze to me, and that angry glare reminded me of the blood and the body.
He moved two steps forward and I screamed, making him stop short in his eyes.
"Stay away from me!"
"Are you fucking nuts? Do you want to kill me!?"
"That's ironic coming from someone who killed a person few minutes ago." I didn't know where I got the courage to speak out a sentence without stuttering owing to the fact that his glare was murderous.
But he switched his gaze and started staring at me like I was a deranged person.
"That was yesterday."
He took a step towards me again but just before he could take the second step, I grabbed the flower vase and aimed for him again.
"Don't you even dare!"
The glint of his gun under the light paralyzed my hand, making me instantly drop the vase. He took slow strides towards me, still pointing his gun towards me.
I swallowed, trying not to die of panic under the intimidating glint of his gun.
"You don't throw things at people however you like, and certainly not in their house." He said, backing me up against the wall.
Slowly, he trailed the barrel of the gun from the top of my head to my nipple, his hand still firmly on the trigger. I chugged down my saliva, trying to distract myself from the fact that my life could be over in the blink of an eye.
"Look at me," he demanded, the moment I tried to close my eyes.
"Do you have any idea of the consequences of what you just tried to do?"
"N– no."
A wicked smirk found its way to his lips as he continued trailing down the barrel of the gun until it stopped at my waist. He pressed the barrel into my skin while he used his free hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.
"Don't, Never try to do something like that again or you wouldn't like the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
I nodded my head frantically, unable to form any word. My gaze met his, and the icy air behind his eyes should've made me even more scared, but somehow I got drawn towards him.
His hand tried down my neck to my breast, circling my nipples against his thumb. It was then I became conscious of the fact that I was putting on nothing but a shirt.
I tensed under his touch, moving slightly under the pressure of his gun, all the while his gaze remained fixed on me. Using the barrel of the gun, he raised the tip of my shirt, until the tip of the cold metal was resting on my clit.
A shiver wrecked through my body, not from fear but from pleasure. I shouldn't be feeling good, I had a lethal weapon pointing at my pussy.
His smirk grew wider at my reaction, and he pressed the gun harder into me. My legs tightened on instinct but he moved the tip of the gun to my thighs to keep it open.
He brought the tip of the gun back to my clit and began to slowly rub on it in a circular motion. My breathing increased as I closed my eyes.
"Get on your knees."
My eyelids flipped open and the smirk on his face was gone, replaced by a cold feral look. I fell on my knees, nervously taking the hair that got in my face behind my ear.
His hands undid his belt and unzipped his pants. His dick sprang out, putting in me the same fear it did when we first met. He moved his hips forward, pushing his veiny length against my face.
I wrapped my hand around his veiny meat, squeezing gently to feel it in my hand. He took in a breath and stared down at me. And slowly I sank my mouth down on his length.
Unable to take in his whole length into my mouth, he thrust his hips forward, pushing the whole of his length down my throat.
I gagged on reflex and tried to pull back but he held my head in place. Tears stinged the back of my head as he began to move his dick in and out of my mouth.
I could barely breathe and my jaw ached but each time I gagged it's like a wave of pleasure wrecks through him making him thrust it deeper down my throat.
I didn't know how long he kept my head in place since I was almost passing out from lack of breath. Suddenly he picked his pace, stilled and emptied warm liquid into my mouth. He didn't let me go until I had swallowed every drop of his cum.
The moment he pulled out, I gasped, taking in as much air as my lungs could carry. I could swear my eyes were bloodshot from how bad they stung. Without a word, he pulled on his pants and exited the room, leaving me on the floor.
Is this the only thing I'll be useful for? Aside from being a stripper I'll be a personal sex toy?
I laid on the floor, blocking out my thoughts. Crying would not get me anywhere so I just laid still. Until I fell asleep.
The sound of the door opening jolted me out of sleep. I raised my head towards the door, drool slipping from the side of my mouth. I slept on the floor all night.
Italian bad boy glared at me under his gaze. I was tempted to admire his features like I always do, but the words that came out of his mouth disrupted my thinking process.
"Get up, we're going to Italy."