Illegally His!!??

IV

"You... why are you here? What do you want?" I said in a low voice, taking a step back. Before I could react further, a sharp sting pierced my arm, and the world began to spin. My eyelids grew heavy, and I caught one last glimpse of him before everything faded to black.

Xavier's POV:

"And it's done, boss," Lucian said coldly from behind Meera, his stern expression betraying nothing as he wiped the syringe with a tissue. 

Smirking, I stepped closer to admire her beauty—those captivating eyes, pretty lips, and delicate nose. As she lay unconscious, her face radiated innocence. I bent down, lifting her in a bridal carry, my voice low and commanding.

"Get the jet ready, Lucian. We're leaving for Russia." Marco bowed as I approached the car, quietly opening the door to help settle us in the back seat. Lucian took his place in the passenger seat, his unreadable expression fixed on the scene.

As the car sped away, leaving the nightlife behind, I leaned back, gently stroking her back, mesmerized by her sleeping form.

Two years had passed since that incident, yet not a day went by without her face haunting my thoughts. The concern in her eyes when she wrapped a scarf around my wound lingered in my mind, and I vowed to make her mine, no matter the cost.

Meera's POV:

I sat up exceedingly careful. It was still painful, which was the reason I looked around when I sat up. It was a sumptuous room with expensive decors, silky king-sized bedding in the center, and a massive reeking of vanilla candles with a crystal chandelier.

'What is this place?' I managed to ask in a low voice wanting to get up, but my body was still in no mood to cooperate. It was still some time before I managed to get to the door. Trying to open the door, however, I discovered it was locked.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I?" I shouted as I angrily stomped my feet on the hard tiled floor.

"IS THERE ANYONE?" "And fuck you, your mother's ass somehow into me."

I bellowed this but to my anger, I either received no response or no one opened the door. Sore and hurt from the drug, I went back down and lay back on the bed.

Hours later, the door is flung open, and a number of women bull rush towards me as one of them is setting up the makeup table, another is searching through the outfits they want me to wear, and several other women are already making their way towards me and within seconds undressing, washing, and priming me.

"What is the problem? Who the hell are you and what for?" I protested finally but it looked like those women simply disregarded me and headed off as they continued with work. Backing up and bringing out yet another elegant dress, I warned about the elegant red satin gown with a ribbon that went round the middle—I mean the waist.

"Master demands to see you in this gown," a woman whispered.

"And why do you think I am going to wear this?" I bellowed.

"If our boss wants that, then that is what happens. Willingly or unwillingly, it goes down that way," a voice added. Looking back, I notice a man standing in the room just inside the door with a cross face looking directly at me.

Coming even closer to me, he bends a little and, in quiet but threatening tone, says, "It's either this or you wear it or some way or the other I make you wear it."

"Oh my god, really? LIKE WHAT?" I tried very hard to be calm and hide my panic as I spoke in a confident tone.

"I won't hesitate to pull the trigger, so remember not to make me repeat one thing twice," he muttered as he suddenly grabbed my wrists, twisted them behind my back, and put his gun in my temples.

He shoved me in the direction of the gathering of women while I sobbed and shouted,

  "Hurry up; the boss will be here soon." As he turned to leave the room.