In a world where shadows whisper secrets and danger lurks behind every corner, Amelia finds herself ensnared in a web of manipulation and desire. The daughter of the notorious crime lord, Victor DeLuca, she lives a life dictated by her father's ruth...
I sit in the bathroom, my eyes fixed on the blood-stained underwear in my hand. A sign of relief washes over me, followed by a wave of trepidation. I look back at the door, my heart racing with anticipation.
After a moment, I stand up and walk out of the bathroom, my discarded underwear clutched in my hand. Kallis is lying on his back, naked and unapologetic. His massive cock is sprung free, standing guard like a sentinel.
I look at him, my eyes locked on his. "No more for seven days," I say, trying to sound firm.
Kallis chuckles, a low, menacing sound. "The fuck did I say. Lay down?" he curses, his voice dripping with disdain. "A true warrior is never afraid to stain his sword with blood."
My breath hitches as I stop in my tracks, my eyes fixed on his. The room seems to shrink, the air thickening with tension.
"You're not a warrior," I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady.
Kallis' eyes flash with anger, his face twisting into a snarl. "I'm the only warrior you need to worry about," he growls, his voice low and menacing.
He sits up, his cock still standing at attention. I take a step back, my heart racing with fear.
"Don't," I whisper, trying to hold my ground.
But Kallis just laughs, a cold, mirthless sound. "You think you can tell me what to do?" he sneers, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You think you're in control here?"
I shake my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "No," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
Kallis nods, his expression triumphant. "Good," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Because you're not. I am. And I'll do whatever the fuck I want to you, whenever the fuck I want."
I feel a chill run down my spine as Kallis' words wash over me. I'm trapped, caught in a web of his making. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to escape.
"Fuck," Kallis curses, his voice low and husky. "I'm not even close to being done with you yet."
He stands up, his cock still standing at attention. I take a step back, my heart racing with fear.
But Kallis just smiles, a cold, calculating smile. "Don't worry," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "I'll make sure you enjoy every minute of it."
I shiver, feeling a chill run down my spine. I'm in trouble, I think to myself. I'm in so much trouble.
And then Kallis reaches out and grabs me, his hands closing around my wrists like a vice.
"Let's get started," he growls, his voice low and menacing.
I try to struggle, but it's no use. Kallis is too strong, too powerful. He pulls me towards him, his cock still standing at attention.
And I know I'm doomed.
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We sit at the table, the dinner I made spread out before us. Kallis looks down at his phone, his eyes scanning the screen before he sets it aside and begins to devour his food. He eats with a ferocity that makes me wonder if he's ever had a home-cooked meal before. Maybe he hasn't, or never has, I think to myself.
As we eat, he looks up at me, his eyes locking onto mine. I squirm in my seat, feeling a flutter in my chest. He tells me I'm too far away, his voice low and husky. Before I can react, he grabs my chair and drags it closer to him, making my breath hitch.
I pick at my food, trying to ignore the tension between us. But Kallis notices, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "Eat," he growls, his voice firm.
I look up at him, feeling a surge of defiance. "I'm not that hungry," I say, trying to sound nonchalant.
Kallis' expression darkens, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "What is it with you?" he asks, his tone dripping with disdain.
I say nothing at first, unsure of how to respond. But then I find my voice, my words tumbling out in a rush. "If you're going to keep me hostage," I say, trying to keep my tone steady, "I want to know about you."
Kallis chuckles, a low, menacing sound. "There isn't much to say," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
But I press on, my curiosity getting the better of me. "What made you chase down pedophiles, sex ring organizations...my father, for instance?"
Kallis' jaw clenches, his hazel eyes darkening to a deep, foreboding brown. He looks at me, his expression twisted in a snarl. "You don't want to know," he growls, his voice low and menacing.
I bite my bottom lip, feeling a surge of fear. But I press on, my voice barely above a whisper. "I do want to know."
Kallis curses, his voice low and husky. "Fuck," he mutters, his eyes flashing with anger.
For a moment, I think he's going to lash out at me, to hurt me. But then he seems to regain control, his expression smoothing out into a mask of indifference.
"Fine," he says, his voice cold. "I'll tell you. But don't say I didn't warn you."
I nod, my heart racing with anticipation. I have a feeling that what Kallis is about to tell me will change everything.
