Parvel's POV:
"Let's talk, love."
I can feel my palms sweating. What does he want to talk about? How he kidnapped me?
Forced me to stay here? Ruined my life?
"A-about what?" I softly mutter as he takes a seat in front of me and leans back on the armchair, spreading his legs.
"The rules. You haven't been here long and you've already stirred up quite the trouble. I won't have it. You're going to learn to respect and obey me." He demands in a rough tone.
I lower my gaze and look at my lap. What should I say to him? I'm trying to find a way to approach him. A way that won't end with me held tightly in his grip.
"I-um. I-" I stutter then let out a cough. I'm feeling all kinds of emotions right now: scared, nervous, confused.
Why does every bad thing happen to me?
"Speak." He orders and I glance at him.
"Why do you want me here?" I ask him as he drags his hands along the arms of the chair.
"I brought you here because you're mine. You're going to live with me and stay by my side." He
answers.
"W-why?" I reply, nervously.
"Because I want you." He smirks devilishly.
"Anything else you want to ask?" He raises a brow as I lower my gaze and swallow.
"W-when can I leave? I-I don't want to be here." I mutter softly, hoping he lets me go soon. But the moment I say those words, his face screws up in a frown.
"Never fucking ask that question again." He spits with rage, his eye slightly twitching.
Apparently, there's no right way to address this man.
He lifts his body off the chair and starts to walk away. No, he can't leave me without an answer.
I catch up to him and tug on his jacket sleeve.
With that. he stops and look down at me as I glance up at him.
"P-please let me go. I'll do anything and I won't tell anyone." I cry out. It's begining to feel hopeless. And by the look on his face, he's not too pleased.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE. GOD DAMN IT PARVEL, SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU'RE NOT LEAVING, NOT NOW, NOT TOMORROW, NOT EVER.
NEVER ASK THAT AGAIN. DO YOU WANT ME TO HURT YOU? IS THAT IT? DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING SPANK YOUR ASS RED? HUH?" He shouts and I'm quick to shake my head, and yet he, Yell at me or scold me, and I bawl like a baby.
But honestly, what is he expecting me to do?
This is all beyond crazy. I'm being held against my will by a mafia boss who for all I know killed dozens of people. He can't blame me for wanting to leave.
"N-no." I whisper. I don't want him to hit me
"Then fucking act like it. And to answer your question, you won't stay here forever." He states as he stares down at me. My eyes shimmer with hope. He is going to let me leave.
I am so happy.
"Really?" I chirp, lightly smiling up at him.
"No, just a couple months, till I get business sorted. Then I'm going to buy another property for you and we'll go live there. Just me and you.
How does that sound, love?" He asks, as my face drops.
I'm sad again.
"N-no, no, please don't. P-please listen to me.
What you're doing is not nice. You cannot keep me here forever. I-I don't even know you." I sob heavily and he grits his jaw.
Before I knew it, he latched on to my arm and starts dragging me up the stairs. I hold on to his hand, trying to yank it off but fail. He keeps walking fast and I'm running after him.
We finally reach his bedroom, he locks the door and leads me to the foot of the bed. Where he sits then yanks my arm, positioning me on his lap. My butt is right there for him to see, my body draped across his lap. I fist my hands into his thighs, trying to lift my self up, but that only prompts him to hold me down.
"Stay still." He orders in that rough voice of his.
I can feel the air caress my thighs as he lifts my trousers with that teasing smirk, sending shivers across my body.
"Pl-please." I squirm around on his lap but in vain. He's so much stronger than me.
He flips my trouser down and now my butt is exposed to him. "Hm, fuck." He hums, He drags his index finger slowly up my inner thigh, pulling a sharp gasp from my lips.
His hand slides over my ass, fingers spreading possessively—and I can feel my breathing start to race.
"Please…" I whisper, trying to shift away.
"Be quiet." His voice cuts through, low and firm.
Then—his palm smacks against my ass, sharp and sudden.
I cry out, heat and sting colliding at once.
"Apologize, darling." he growls.
"I-I'm sorry… please," I whimper.
Another slap, harder.
I bury my face into the sheets, letting out a muffled cry echoing through the room as the pain blooms and burns.
He does this many more times, making me cry out harder each time. The pain is too much. I think I might faint.
"That's it, scream for me." He hums in a sadistic tone. He clearly enjoys doing this and the thought of that, terrifies me.
He comes down on the same area even harder, I can feel it burn from the impact. In fact, I think he might just slice my skin open.
I can't take it anymore.
"No, please. Enzo." I sob even harder, if that's possible. I've never been through this much physical pain.
Suddently, he stops. I can feel him breathing though. He places his hand on the area and rubs it gently. "Say my name again." He orders, his voice deeper than ever.
"Please." I sigh, in hope that he would release me. But he doesn't, instead he gives me another spank, making me scream in pain as I lift my head up, no more burying it in the bed sheets.
Maybe if I just say his name, he'll leave me alone.
"Enzo, please. I'm sorry."
He stops and runs his palm through the now bruised area. I cry heavily.
"Hmm, good. I didn't want to this Parvel , but you left me no choice." He coos. Slowly releasing me.
"Are you going to be a good boy for me?" He asks,Y-yes." Was my reply.
"Good, I'm leaving now, and I expect you to be on your best behaviour. Understood?" He questions as he releases me and stands up, adjusting his jacket.
I am quick to back away into the headboard.
Hugging my knees as I do. I nod to his question and he smirks.
"I'll be back in the evening. In the mean time, you can find Clara downstairs so she can show you around." He suggests, bending down and grabbing a black tie from the drawer.
"I-I want to stay here." I say, wiping my tears
With the back of my hand.
He strides over to me and crouches down in front of me. I look down at him wide eyed, scared of what he will do to me. I'm even more afraid of him now.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?" He asks, his hand reaching over to caress my cheek.
I stay emotioneless as he inches his face closer to mine. I close my eyes, I'm not ready for what he might do.
He presses his lips down on my cheek, his hand holding my jaw still. "I'll see you later, baby." He whispers. My cheeks immediately firing up.
That was weird.
He stands up and walks out of the door, not before shooting a smirk in my direction than closing the door behind him. I'm left alone with a sharp pain in my butt, a blush on my cheeks, and a thousand thoughts racing through my mind.
I don't know what to think, I don't know what to feel. I don't know what he's planning to do with me. Is he going to hurt me? Or worse, rape me?
Oh, no no no no no.