Fearless

Chapter Three

I sat down at the small table I had seen what felt days ago but was actually weeks ago. In the daylight the room was ginormous, it's as big as a house but up until now the room was only for one person. I felt as this was all a dream. Like the van had actually hit me not took me away and that I was just in a coma in a hospital dreaming this all up. Unfortunately, Viktor's touch as he passed me reminded me that I was being held captive for no other reason but this mans pleasure.

"How old are you?" He asked, sitting on the chair opposite mine. "19," I bluntly replied. "I am 21," he explained. "How is someone so young in charge of mafia?" I then asked, trying to know exactly who this man is. I tried to be serious but my stomach began to rumble. He gave a light chuckle before handing me what looked to be a menu. "What time is it?" I added, looking at the menu of breakfast items. "It's 9 O'clock in the morning," he replied, "choose whatever you want... you must be hungry, I had the menu be made in English for you." I looked down at the menu, he passed me a pen and a pad of paper.

I quickly wrote down: coffee 1 sugar (black), orange juice, toast and berries and passed it back to him. "Black?" He questioned. "I don't like milk," I sighed. "I'm the same," he beamed. I gave a small smile and said, "I haven't actually met anyone who doesn't like milk... other than me." He seemed to light up when he saw me relax but it was short lived when I quickly made myself distanced once again. "My father was killed three years ago, as I was 18 I was old enough to run this operation," he finally answered my first question.

He passed the maid the paper with our orders on and continued to talk. "What were your hobbies?" He enquired, he was obviously the nosy sort. "I was a leader in training for Girl Guides... doesn't look like I'll be able to continue with that now..." I replied awkwardly, "I liked reading, drawing, writing... astrology, astronomy, errm... baking." He seemed really interested, usually I'd think that's really sweet but given the situation...

A maid walked in with a trolley. She placed a large cafetière of coffee on the table, two coffee cups, a sugar shaker and two plates before placing a toast wrack down, a bowl of fresh berries, some small cookie ball things covered in powdered sugar. "They're Russian tea cakes, you'll like them!" He claimed. Well the proofs in the eating. I picked one up as he poured the coffee and took a small bite. I have had biscuits and cookies in my 19 years but nothing like this. It was soft and melted in my mouth... it was to die for.

"You like it then?" He asked with a sweet smile that made me blush. Oh my god what was this guy doing to me. "How do you do that?" I groaned banging my head on the table, "for fuck sake you kidnapped me or at least your men did and somehow you make me smile, it's irritating and confusing and what the hell!" I grumbled to myself before realising... "I said that out loud didn't I?" He cracked a big smile. "Yes you did... I already told you hadn't I?" He said before taking a sip of his coffee, "I'll make you love me... in fact by the end of today I will make you have some form of feelings towards me." He looked proud and full of himself. I really wanted to slap him but I couldn't bring myself to do it when he continued, "I'm going to treat you like a princess!"

"Look... I'm no princess nor do I wish to be treated like one, you want me to like you... you let me go home!" I declined. He frowned. "We've been through this, you can't leave... my business is a delicate one and I can't have you just giving information about me to the police," he sighed. "Then you might as well just kill me and get this over with," I scoffed. He seemed infuriated. "I will not have you killed and you can drop the tough act you put on, it wasn't the stubborn and strong side of you that I was initially attracted to... it was when Markov held you to the door and you finally gave in, you were like a deer in headlights..." he blushed... he actually blushed, "all I knew is that I couldn't bare to leave you there..."

I was actually falling for this. I can't believe I'm actually falling for this. I took my coffee, added my sugar and took a sip. "Thank you..." I said sheepishly, "if it weren't for you taking me I... I wouldn't like to think where I would be." He gave that sweet smile again. "I'm just glad that I was doing my inspection at the time when you were there," he replied. We then began to eat. I was surprised to see him eat the fruit... from my experience on lads they don't like fruit or veg which always annoyed me and put me off dating... and that's one of the reasons why I've never had a boyfriend and am... yes... a virgin.

And now this guy basically kidnapped me, saved me from being trafficked into prostitution... which, if I actually was, would have been his fault if that route would have happened and now had decided that I belong to him and that he is going to make me fall in love with him and I cannot I repeat CANNOT believed that I'm actually falling for this!

After the coffee, Viktor got up from his seat and offered me his hand. I decided to get up without taking it. He frowned once more. I walked passed him not really knowing where exactly I was heading to find him quickly grabbing my hand. He pulled me towards him and I would've fallen if I hadn't done a move that came way too naturally than it should've. I span into him... oh my god. "Agghhh...I'm sorry... fault of habit!" I squealed in embarrassment. "You dance?"He asked intrigued. "Used to... I had to give it up but sometimes stuff like that happens... it surprisingly makes you light on your feet when you're about to fall over," I babbled on trying to get myself out of the dancing conversation.

He smiled and caught me off guard when he kissed me. My lips tingled as he did and I let off an unexpected moan. When I heard myself I quickly pushed myself away and slapped him. He laughed and grabbed me pulling me towards him for more. I couldn't resist. I should hate him, I should prefer death to this but I can't help myself but be drawn to him. He lifted me up and threw me onto the bed behind me.

He continued to kiss me. Making me body melt and feel like jelly to his touch. I shivered as he slowly unbuttoned the dress leaving me embarrassingly in the rather risqué black underwear the maids had dressed me in earlier. I shuffled back and pulled the cover over me, ashamed of my own vulgarity. This only seemed to make him more confident in what he was doing. He began unbuttoning his own shirt... leaving his muscular toned body on show.

"Come here..." he commanded with a clear desire in his voice. I blushed wildly as I slowly shuffled back towards him, still covered up by the soft duvet. He began to unbutton his pants when I realised this wasn't just a quick fumble... he was seriously going to have me. "Look... I'm... I'm not so sure I'm ready for that," I stuttered, shaking out of embarrassing anticipation. His face became teasing as he whispered, "I think you'll find you don't have a choice."

The situation all came back to me once more. The shaking once again became fear, my desire gone and I began trying to push myself away from him. "Annabelle... you have two choices," he declared, grabbing me by my ankles... pulling me towards him and throwing the duvet off from around me, "you can refuse this and I will take you and have you at the pace I WANT, taking no consideration that this is your first time and probably causing you to be in some form of pain the whole way through..."

His tone was sinister and he meant every single word. He pulled me up towards him and skilfully undid the black lace push up bra, throwing it to the floor and slowly lying me back down on the bed. "Or..." he whispered making me once again melt at his touch, "you can be a good girl and let me do this nicely, so I can try to make this as comfortable experience I can..."