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My eyes snap open as I attempt to recollect myself, but a sharp, throbbing pain in my head clouds my thoughts, drowning me in confusion.
Where am I?
What happened?
I take a sharp inhale as I assess my surroundings.
I'm lying on a bed somewhere, my wrists bound to the headboard and my ancles tied together, restricting all movement. I must've taken a serious blow to the head last night since the pain continues to ring in my ears, silencing all thoughts.
It was him. He took me here after I met him on the rooftop. He must've knocked me out too.
My suspicions are confirmed when notice a bouquet of daisies on the nightstand, tied together with a little pink ribbon.
"Deranged bastard," I mutter, tugging at the ropes. I need to find a way out of here. Now.
"Oh you're too kind." A sarcastic, sonorous voice calls from the corner of the room, making my heart drop out of my chest.
Fuck.
His accented voice sends a wave of heat through me, making my whole body tense at the intrusion. I mentally curse myself for finding my kidnapper's voice attractive, averting my attention back to the situation. I need to get out of here.
"You." I grind my teeth. How long has he been stood there for?
"Me."
This is the first time I've been able to properly study his face. He looks incredible with the fresh, morning sunlight enhancing his strong features. His hair is dark and messy, a subtle implication that he's only just woken up, and he's wearing a black dress-shirt which he's yet to button up. I find myself gawking at the scars and tattoos that paint his skin, running across every toned muscle. For someone so fucked up, he's dangerously handsome.
He leans against the doorframe, watching me as I stare at his body in awe.
"Untie me, prick," I spit, trying my best to ignore his beauty.
He slowly stalks over to me, a wicked grin carved into his face, "Why would I do that when you look so pretty all tied up for me?"
My heart skips a beat as he leans into me, his rough hand gently stroking the side of my head, as if to pet me like a puppy. Yet, for some reason, I find myself leaning into his touch.
"How does your head feel, hm?"
My body tenses. "You hit me," my voice comes out shakier than intended, his touch affecting me a little too much.
"I'd never hurt you." He almost whispers the statement, as if he's saying the words to himself rather than to me. Trying to convince himself that they're true.
Does he feel... guilty?
I shake off the thought, he's a psychopath. "You don't even know me," I say, swallowing down the lump in my throat.
He seems to take my words as a challenge, climbing onto the bed so that he's positioned above me, his lips alarmingly close to mine.
"I know that you're mine, gattina, and I'll do everything in my power to prove that to you."
His words, paired with his deep and accented voice, sends a wave of heat straight to my core, paralysing me for a short moment. I swallow down the lump in my throat, determined not to let my fear show.
"Who are you?" My heart rattles in my chest, "what do you want with me?" I know he can feel the quickened pace of my heartbeat and the way my skin shudders under his touch, but I manage to keep my voice somewhat stable, still holding my ground.
He does nothing but grunt in response, sliding one hand down the curve of my body while the other cups my face.
My heartbeat speeds up as he leans further down, his soft lips grazing the side of my ear. "How about we make a deal, hmm?" He purrs, "if I untie you and you're able to escape, I'll let you go," he offers, "but if you fail to escape the house," he pauses for a second, "you belong to me."
He gazes at me as though he's never seen a woman, a look of longing and desperation. Yet his eyes sparkle with a sense of pure obsession and madness, and I realise he has no intention of ever letting me go.
There's a heavy silence as I weigh out my options, deliberating how best to respond to his proposal. This man is so close, so warm, so strong. He could easily break me in half. I have no other option but to agree to his terms, if there's a chance I could escape, that's exactly what I'll do.
"Tell me who you are." I demand, "tell me who you are and I'll accept."
He just looks at me for a moment, staring at me with an intense curiosity before deciding to respond, "Vincenzo," he finally says, "Vincenzo Vecellio." A smile appears of his face when he sees my shocked expression and I instinctively flinch away. There's no way.
"You can call me Vito."
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Romance"Are you gonna be a good little slut for me and keep quiet?" He rasped, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, reaching down to his waistband. "Good," he purred, his teeth grazing against my ear as he spoke...
