Silence And Submission (Editing)

Midnight Visitor (Part Two)

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Do always sleep with so many clothes on?" He asked, running his finger along the rim of my circular mirror. He was dressed in a black pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. 

"Get out," I said as I stood from my bed, "or else I'll scream."

He smirked at me.

"Scream." He walked closer. "I like it when my women scream."
He smelled of mint and the slightest musk of cigar.

"I'm not your woman."

His hand touched my cheek slowly carressing the soft flesh. I sucked in a sharp breath. There were many things I should have done at that moment. I should have screamed. I should have stepped back. I shouldn't have allowed him so close to me; so close that I could smell him. Mint and lemongrass. Yet I stood still. Unable to move as his hand burned a trail of fire from my cheek, to my neck down to the curve of my breasts.

"Yet," he said as his hand teased the neckline of my night gown.
"You would have been in my bed tonight if you hadn't escaped my men."

So, he sent those men after me.

"You are a bastard," I growled. He took away my father and now he wanted to tear my family away from me. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to hate him.

"I am," he said. "I have always been a bastard."

A knock was heard outside my room.

"Sigñorita Irene, an intruder has been spotted outside the compound. Your grandfather has ordered that I escort you downstairs," Lucas said.

Antonio cussed. "Fucking Adriano. I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."

"Sigñorita," Lucas called.
My attention was on Antonio. He looked ready to kill.
"Leave," I whispered. "If Lucas sees you he will kill you."

His eyes glinted with dark humour.
"That little puppy can't kill me."

"Get out, Antonio," I said. "I do not want your blood to stain my carpet."

"I'm coming in, Sigñorita," Lucas said.

Antonio stepped back, walking towards the window.

"Soon," he said and leaped out the of my room.