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“What are you doing?” Arabella screeched.

She thumped Sandro’s chest as her feet collided with the cold tiled floor.

Gripping her hands, Sandro twisted them to her back, making her wince in pain.

“Goodness, look at your beautiful breasts seeking attention when I haven’t concentrated on them.”

Sandro let out a low guttural groan.

His dick hardened, straining in his pants, he shoved her to the smooth wall, and his head bent to take a pointed nipple in his mouth.

“Let go of me, bastard!” Arabella said weakly as his tongue licked her nipple.

She bit her lower lip and swallowed back the moan in her mouth.

“Fuck,” Sandro grunted, cupping her face before closing his lips on her.

Arabella shoved him, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he continued with what he was doing.

Moreover, her body was beginning to give in even though she didn’t want it.

Yet, there was no way she could stop her treacherous body from not wanting more. “Sandro…”

Sandro growled; he removed his mouth from hers and turned her to face the wall. His hand smacked her backside, emitting a gasp from her.

“Master,” Sandro mumbled, smacking her once more. His eyes glinted as he noticed a bruise forming on her healing backside.

The angry red marks fascinated him. Oddly, it looked even more beautiful.

A moan slipped out of her mouth unwillingly as he caressed her backside. Then she gasped as he hit her again.

Tears sprang forth in her eyes, and she attempted to wriggle herself out of his clutch, not minding her cheeks grazing the wall.

“Beg me,” Sandro said.

“Never,” Arabella muttered. She sniffled and winced at the same time as he continued the assault.

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As she didn’t respond, his hand went to her waist-length white hair, grabbed a fistful, and yanked it, “This will look better spread on my beautiful pillow.”

He dragged her away from the wall to the bed. Swiftly, he handcuffed her legs and hand.

Arabella trembled. Tears slid down her cheeks, and she sobbed, “You are taking me without my consent. You are a vile man!”

“You enjoy everything I do for you. You shouldn’t moan if you don’t. I didn’t know you had kinks…”

“I enjoy nothing!” Arabella flung at him.

“Is that so?” Sandro said, tilting a brow. He stepped towards her, and his finger twirled a lock of her hair before trailing to her nipple.

Arabella bit her lip and stiffened back a moan as his finger did his magic on her.

Was she cursed? She mused, gazing at him.

Why the fuck would her body continue to respond, whereas she wanted the opposite?

She couldn’t answer herself, and she believed the question would keep ringing in her head for the duration of her stay in his prison. And that was if he didn’t kill her when he got tired of her.

“I told you,” Sandro smirked. “I don’t force my women before they want me. I haven’t even gone down to the main business; your nipples are hard for me. Your pussy is wet for me, darling, and I know within you, you want me to fuck you hard until you cannot walk.”

“I’ll never want something as absurd as that!” Arabella spat.

“How about we see?”

Sandro climbed down from the bed and stripped out of his clothes slowly.

Arabella watched him with rapt attention. She didn’t want to, but he was irresistible as he stripped.

“Holy shit!” Her eyes rounded as he slipped out of his boxer brief.

She swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she gazed at his size.

Sandro chuckled; his hand gripped his dick and caressed it slowly. He was used to the reaction of ladies being startled whenever he stripped.

But Arabella’s reaction turned him on. He hardened and groaned as he imagined slipping inside her wetness.

He strode towards her and halted, “You like what you see?”

“N-no,” Arabella stuttered, shaking her head.

“You’ll get used to it, Tesoro,” He mumbled, widening her thighs apart.

“No… never!” Arabella yelled and wriggled. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Don’t make me do this the hard way, Bella. I promise you will regret it.” Sandro grunted.

“I’ll scream,” She said, then screamed at the top of her lungs.

”You are wasting your precious energy, darling. No one dares enter the room, even if it’s open wide. I give orders, and everyone abides by it.”

Arabella trembled as he fondled a breast, and she shut her eyes.

“Please, stop.” She choked out as his hand trailed down her stomach.

“Your tears sound like music to my ears. Like I said before, and I’ll continue saying, it means nothing to me. It would help if you tried to enjoy this. A lot of women want it.”

“Over my dead body!” She gasped out as he thrust a finger inside of her.

Arabella winced as he added another finger to the one inside of her. She bit her lips, “I would rather die.”

“Is that a challenge? Your boldness excites me.”

Fury danced in his eyes as she watched him climb on her. He didn’t look anything excited. Instead, he looked as though he was ready to choke her to death.

His once sea-green eyes, despite the low lighting in the room, had turned to an amber gold, and he snarled.

Sandro’s head dipped and cupped her face. His mouth went to her neck, and he sucked on the soft flesh roughly.

His teeth grazed her neck, and he heard her moan, “Mine!”

One of his hands grabbed her breasts and fondled them before twirling her nipple.

Arabella shivered as desire erupted in her. She winced as he continued to assault her breasts and neck.

His mouth left her neck and trailed wet kisses from her collarbone to her cleavage.

She arched her back and gripped the duvet in her hand.

“Spread your legs for me, Arabella.” Sandro rasped.

Involuntarily, her legs complied before her brain could.

She gritted her teeth as he gripped her thighs.

“You are fucking hot, and you are mine,” Sandro said as he thrust into her swiftly.

Arabella let out a shriek and writhed underneath him. It felt as though she was ripped into two due to how large he was.

Sandro didn’t allow her to accommodate the length of him as he began to move.

“Cristo, you are a virgin?” Sandro sneered.

He made it look like it was an abomination to be untouched.

He groaned and kept on going despite the realization of being her first.

It was unbelievable, but he was glad no man had ever been with her.

Heck, he wanted her the more.

Tears clouded Arabella’s eyes as his thrust got rougher. She bit her lip and trembled underneath him.

“Please, stop.” She cried over again.

But whether he heard her or not, he didn’t.

Arabella grabbed the sheet tighter, and she blinked as her vision became blurry.

“Dammit, you’re so tight.” Sandro moaned.

She didn’t know how long she stayed on the bed unmoving, but she sensed when he climaxed inside of her.

The feeling had been warm and satisfactory.

She should have enjoyed everything he did to her, but she didn’t.

He killed her father, and he used her. He had defiled her body.

Why was life so cruel? Why should this be her fate?

Her life was ruined, and her once colourful world has become one with no colour.

Only darkness exists in her world because she has lost everything meaningful; her family, happiness, peace, hope, and innocence.

“I’m not done yet,” Sandro bellowed as he flipped her backward.

From her blurry vision, she noticed he had gotten hard again, and he drilled into her from behind.

Arabella didn’t struggle. She was rather exhausted to do that.

She let him have his way with her.

After all, she was meant to be used by him. She was his sex slave, and no one was saving her.

“San-dro…”

“I said, master!” Sandro scowled and smacked her backside as she called his name.

As he received no response, he turned her over. Her head lolled, and she lay unconscious on the bed.

“Bella?” He called, shaking her.

“Arabella?” He said her full name but no response from her.

“Shit!” Sandro exclaimed, his hardness turned soft.

He climbed down from the bed and snatched his boxer brief, donning it.

Tossing her in his robe, he carried her bridal style and darted out of the room to the clinic.