You belong to me.

Chapter 5

Pete's Pov

I walk back into the room feeling completely violated. Both of the bodyguards follow after me and chain me back to the bed, before leaving the room. I sat in the room for what felt like hours just staring at the wall until someone knocked and entered. It was Vegas. I quickly looked away from the door and made sure to not look at him. What's the matter dear? scared to look at me. I still keep my gaze away from him and look everywhere but his face. This seemingly annoys him, and he grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him. The grip he had was so tight that it felt as if my jaw was going to snap any second. When I am talking to you, you will look at me do you understand? he says as he forcefully pushes my head, letting go of my jaw.

I quickly nod my head telling him yes to try to calm him down. He then clears his throat and stands up. He looks at me dead in the eyes, before walking out slamming the door behind him. I try to sit and recollect myself before i was taken out of my thoughts. Mr. Pete we are going to bring you down for breakfast in an hour. I sigh as I hear my stomach growl, it's okay I say to myself as I close my eyes hoping that this would all just be over.

1 hour later

Mr. Pete we are here to bring you your breakfast. I thought you said that you were taking me to go get my breakfast, I said, Sir Vegas as ordered us to just bring your food to you, we will be unchaining only one of your hands, they said. One of them walked over to me and undid the chain on my left hand. Don't try anything dumb or you will pay for actions, the other said before they walked out. If I was smart, I would listen to them, but I have to find a way to get out of here. I looked at my plate of food and didn't find it appetizing anyway. I took the fork and started to unlock the hand cuff that was holding me down to the bed, once I got my hand free, I proceeded to do the same thing to the handcuffs on my ankles.  

I then looked around the room for something to protect myself. I looked in all the drawers, under the bed, and in the closet, but there was nothing. I sat there thinking for a minute, trying to figure out what I should do. As I was thinking I was interrupted by a pair of arms that wrapped around my waist. I jumped up and pushed the hands off of me, turning around. When I turned around, I seen Vegas standing there, my heart dropped. He slowly came closer to me backing me into the wall. What do you think you're doing darling he asks, pushing our bodies together. I feel his breath on my face as we are inches away, my heart rapidly beating.

I try pushing him away but my whole body is stiff, unable to move. He then goes over to my ear and whispers, what's the matter, do I make you nervous? I try to move again but I still can't. I feel him move closer to my ear; I close my eyes trying to take in what is happening. I then feel him lick my earlobe before coming back towards my face. My breath is shaky, and my heart feels like it is beating faster and faster. I open my eyes looking directly in his, before I knew it our lips were touching.  My eyes flutter close again, our lips moving in sync. My brain is telling me to stop but my body is telling me to continue. 

We both break away for air. He looks at me once again hunger evident in his eyes. He then captures my lips again and puts his hand on both sides of my neck moving my head along with the kiss. I put my arms on his shoulders and kiss back. My body feels hot, I feel as though my skin is being lit on fire. He then lifts me up and holds me up against the wall. Before I knew it, we were tangled up in bed with each other. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.

My hands are tangled in his hair as his roam my entire body. I feel him slip my shirt over my head; he then throws it on the floor. I do the same thing to him throwing it in the same direction that he threw mine. Just as he was about to remove my pants there was a knock on the door.  Sir Vegas, your cousin is here to see you. Vegas groans and gets off of me, for some reason it also angers me that he has to go. 

Vegas goes and puts his shirt back on and fixes his hair. He doesn't even spare a glance at me and just shuts the door on his way out. I lay in the bed shirtless thinking about what I just did and why it was wrong. I go to get off the bed again but am Stopped when I see that my hands are once again cuffed to the bed. I sigh and close my eyes letting a tear fall down my face, falling asleep shortly after.