Bellisima Princessa

Part 11

Ariyah's POV:

After about an hour of driving, the limo finally pulls up to a grand gate. When I say grand, I mean grand. The wall was well over ten feet high, and the brick was so nicely aligned that it looked like it could have been done yesterday. The grass was very green, though we were in what seemed to be the middle of a drought. The lusciousness of the grass was made apparent as it swayed in the soft breeze. With the guard checking with the driver for our names, I couldn't help but notice the two men posted at the gate with automatic machine guns.

When I asked Mariano about this, he shoved it off and said that it was something he was used to. With him and his parents making so much money, they also made a lot of enemies, and they would do anything to protect themselves from the threat of danger. 

After making our identifications known, we made our way through the gate. As the driver opened the door and pulled up to the entrance, I was able to notice just how beautiful this castle was. Media outlets were crowded around the gates, trying to get the latest scoop on who was attending this event. The door had to be somewhere near twelve to fourteen feet tall, and they were made of what looked like pure gold. The textured gold was able to be highlighted by the two lions that were posted at the walkway to the door, before you stepped on the porch. 

This porch was made of what looked like tile, and though we were outside, it glistened in the setting sunlight. It was now almost seven o'clock, and with the people who were already here, you would have thought the party had already started. Hearing the layered fountain, I felt almost at peace, as if I had been here before. The deja vu was strong, but I couldn't peace together why I felt this way. 

Finally, the driver opened our door. Marino got out first, and offered me his hand as I made my way out of the car. The moment I stepped my foot on the ground, however, I felt an intense vibration that almost made me cry out. Holding my breath and giving Mariano the deadliest glare I could muster up at that moment, he simply smiled and increased the sensation.

Throbbing, I tried to focus on something else. But Mariano refused to let my brain deviate from the situation, for his strong hand moved from my hand to my bare back. Stepping behind me for a photo, he pressed himself into my ass and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. His nose was dragging the slightest big against my neck, and to anyone else, it would have looked like he was whispering sweet nothings into my ear. What he really said, though, was: "I control you now, slut. You might want to watch the way you look at me, bellisima. This time, it might get you into trouble."

Music drifted from the house, and the setting sun just added to the rich illusion that surrounded this place. The lions seemed to almost turn their heads as I approached. 'They know I'm in trouble,' I thought to myself.

As we walked in, I was hit with a huge punch of self doubt. Women who looked way better than me were parading around as though they belonged here. And to be truthful, I think they did. Good looking men were everywhere, and it was like I was in a sea of models, male and female alike. A man walked up to us. He had to be in his fifties, if not sixties. And while I did have a thing for an age gap at times, he was very overweight. The more he walked towards us, the more labored his breathing got. 

Being the first one to speak, I noticed he was significantly closer to me than he was Mariano. His gravely, disgustingly putrid smokers breath was to close for comfort as he spoke, so I pressed myself into Mariano's side. "Ciao, Mariano. Hai portato un nuovo giocattolo con te?"

Mariano frowned, and he wrapped his arm around my waist. Rubbing my side, his cold grey eyes analyzed the man's thick, beady, features. "No. Non è un giocattolo, e non voglio sentirti riferirti a lei come uno di nuovo. Se lo fai, lo scoprirò e ti ritroverò la lingua e lo spingerò la gola. In questo modo, vedrai quanto sia spiacevole ascoltare ciò che esce dalla tua bocca disgustosa. E lei è permanente, quindi si abitua ad averla in giro."