Chapter 5
(Dante Romano’s POV)
My jaw tightened as the CCTV footage showed me everything I needed to know. Those bastards had dared to grab her, their hitby hands leaving dark red marks on her delicate arms.
My blood boiled with rage. They dared touch what’s mine.
The sound of my chair hitting against the floor echoed as I stood up. My men froze in place, their faces pale with fear. They knew better than to speak.
“Bring me whoever thought it was a good idea to handle her like that, I growled, my voice low but razor–sharp.
My eye narrowed as two of them fell on their knees.
“M–Master, p–please forgive us. We didn’t mean to touch her, b–but if we hadn’t… she would’ve run away!”
Bang! Bang!
The sound of two gunshots echoed through the mansion. As dead bodies of my men hit the ground with a loud thud.
I looked back at my laptop remembering how, she glared at me, her eyes a mix of fury and something I couldn’t quite place. All I could think about was how dangerous she looked at that moment, standing, there in my shirt, tied to the wall in my room. Sinister yet seductive. It was maddening, and I hated how much I wanted to fuck her, make her scream in pain and pleasure.
I didn’t have answers to any of her questions. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. Something about her presence made me feel on edge, her fire, her defiance, her very existence.
My phone buzzed with a notification, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Did you tell the young lady her father is on his way?”
I poked my tongue in annoyance. This old man won’t stop irritating me.
Sighing, I walked out of the basement and made my way toward my room. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was a relaxing shower,
I was about to step into my room when Mrs. Milli hurried toward me, her face etched with concern and a tray of food in her hands.
“Master, the young Miss refuses to eat or drink anything.” she said, her voice laced with worry.
I rolled my eyes, irritation flickering in my chest. “Let her be. She can starve for all I care.
“Master, she hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday,” I can almost here her plead in her voice, yet I closed my eyes and took a slow, steady breath, trying to keep my cool. The last thing I wanted was to snap at the one person who had cared for me since I was a child.
I grabbed the plates from Miss Milli’s hand and marched straight into Elara Ashford’s room, my anger pushing me forward. But when I opened the door and saw her, all my fury melted away, replaced by a sharp pang of guilt. She was sitting on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, with red, swollen eyes that looked at me with such innocent sadness.
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Seeing her like that, so small and vulnerable made everything inside me stop. My anger faded, and all I wanted was to protect her, to take away the pain that seemed to surround her.
Fuck What the hell was wrong with me?
I placed the tray in front of her why don’t you you cat this? Is the food not your liking? If you want anything else it can be prepared. My voice came out so soft. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. This woman was making me do things I never thought I was capable of.
She should have fallen on her knees and start shoving this food in her mouth like a good girl but no. This dame Elara Ashford ignored me as if I was talking to a wall.
My frustration began to build up. She had the audacity to ignore me. I clenched my fists, battling the urge to shout at her but something held me back.
“Listen, woman,” I said, my tone colder now, “your father is on his way here. So, like a good kitten, eat this and get ready”
As soon as those words left my mouth, and I immediately saw the effect. Her eyes widened, her face drained of color. Fear flickered across her features, but it was quickly replaced with that farmiliar, unreadable mask of hers. What was she afraid of? I couldn’t quite place it.
“I’m not hungry,” she said, her voice icy, harsh.
The words, though calm, sent a searing wave of anger through me. How could she speak to me like that?
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I immediately grabbed both of her wrists, lifting them above her head with a force “Do not make me force you, woman,” I growled, my voice dangerously low.
Her body stiffened, she tried her best to free her hand but my grip tightened.
“Why do you care if I eat or not?!” she shouted, her voice filled with raw anger. Ignoring her question, With one hand, I held her down, and with the other, I scooped up a spoonful of scrambled eggs, forcing it into her mouth.
But then, she did the unthinkable. She spat the food right in my face.
I froze for a split second, the rage building inside me. Her eyes,teary, yet filled with defiance, glared at me, and that was the last straw. My vision blurred with anger, and before I knew it, my grip tightened around her chin, my nails digging into her soft skin as I pulled her close, forcing my lips onto hers in a kiss that was far from gentle.
Her lips burned as I bit down hard with my fury. She struggled beneath me, trying to push me away, but soon, her body went still. I could feel the her stop struggling, as I devoured her mouth like a starving beast. The taste of her, the heat of her, consumed me completely. And in that moment, everything else,the world, the anger, the frustration vanished in thin air.
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