Lustful Eyes | 18+ |

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“Just let us all go. Let us live our lives like none of this ever happened.”

“What?” He barked and Lise flinched but looked at him with determination shining in his eyes.

She might not be as strong as others were but she sure as hell wasn’t a coward when it came to the people she loved. And her mom and aunt meant the world to her. She would do anything for them.

“Just let them go.” Her voice came out small as she looked into his burning eyes. He looked ablaze. He was even enraged at the thought of her leaving him.

If she had told this to him before, he would have agreed to it, not anymore. She was his and he planned on possessing her as a whole.

“You are mine, Anna” he snarled as he gripped her hair and pulled her face closer. His minty breath enveloped her and she stared at him as the stinging sensation in her skull only intensified as he tilted her head backward.

“This little body of your…” he ran his nose along the length of her neck. “Belongs to me.” He rasped as he peppered kisses up the length of her neck.

“And once I lay my eyes on something, it belongs to me. Either by hook or crook.” He sniffed her flowery scent.

He brushed his lips against her before pulling her lips into a deepening and maddening kiss.

As if on instinct, Annalise closed her eyes, feeling the burning passion through the kiss.

Next, she knew was when he pulled her up on his lap and slid the shorts down, and roughly slammed two of his fingers inside her tight pussy.

Annalise groaned in pain and she closed her eyes.

“You are my whore.” His voice came out angry and he rubbed circles on her clit. Lise whimpered and held onto his shoulder tightly.

“I will not let you go anywhere.” He said as he thrust his fingers deep into her cunt.

“I have never been yours and I will never be.” Her voice was a whisper but strong enough to bruise his ego.

“Anna!” He snapped as he roughly curled his fingers inside her.

The fire in her eyes was still persistent only to be covered with glassy tears. He may violate her but she would never let him have her.

“I don’t like you, Mr. Accardi.” She forced the words out as she felt her orgasm build up. And soon enough she felt herself crashing against his fingers convulsing.

He angrily slammed her on the bed and fixed her shorts back up.

Curling his fingers around her neck, squeezing it hard enough but not enough to cut her air supply off, “try and escape me, darling.” He dared her before letting her go and walking out.

“Something nice.” He told the young maid who was now taking care of Annalise.

He stood in her room, closet to be precise as the young girl searched through her loaded closet for a dress that would impress the scary man who stood behind her. She had been panicking and had been fumbling with the clothes, dropping them and picking them up hastily.

She was afraid that he might scream at her for not doing her work properly.

Andreas watched the girl keenly as she dropped and put the clothes back in place, with her shaky fingers. He knew he was intimidating her but said nothing and just stood still. Her clumsiness gave him anxiety but looking at how scared she was, he didn’t utter a word.

He waited patiently as she pulled on a few dresses from the hanger.

While the girl was absorbed in her work of pulling out something nice for Annalise, Andreas took two steps back and looked at Lise’s sleeping form. Her body was covered in the duvet as sun rays fell on her face, accentuating her delicate and pale skin and her soft lips.