OWNED

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

Arianna was already changed an in bed when Marc walked into the room. He began to strip and she closed her eyes. "Get up." His words scared her so much. She was in for it. That was why Arianna never spoke out much. She knew the outcome of her comments would lead to Marc being cut by her words. He would want to punish her for it.

Arianna made her way up and moved around the bed to where he was. He looked at her choice of nightwear and shook his head. "You go to so much effort for the world, so much effort when you worked for Cole, so much effort when you danced... But for me... Nothing."

What the hell? "You literally told me off for looking after myself tonight." She said shaking her head. She wore flannelette matching pyjamas. Nothing sexy, but she was comfortable.

"Yeah... I'm pretty damned sure that wasn't for me."

"Okay Marc." Her heart was beating wildly. Arianna could see the lust in his eyes. She was not going to argue with him, there were so much bigger battles to fight.

"How do we do this Arianna? I mean, you want it to be this way... You insist for it to be this way. I'm done waiting."

"You are funny you know that? Funny how you think by acting like you were willing to change was ever going to make an ounce of a difference. You are still with her... And you want me to ever forgive and forget that? No chance Marc. So, do what you need to do and let me sleep. Again, I'm tired."

Arianna saw the look of shock on Marc's sexy face. He was not expecting her to be so harsh. Fuck him, fuck him and everybody who ever did her over. At this point, Arianna hated him, hated Gabriella, hated Cole, she hated the world for what she was going through. All her life, Arianna always went with whatever it was. She always accepted things and just went with them.

But Gabriella, she had never ever known anybody to be so cruel... Except of course Beverly. Why was it that they targeted her? She was not on their league, she could never take them on.

Marc nodded his head and moved toward her. Arianna braced herself. This could go either way for her. She was very afraid but refused to give into her fears. She would go along with however Marc wanted to treat her but would not give a thing in return.

"You want me to fuck her Arri?" He asked as he palmed her face. Arianna looked into his blue eyes and wanted to cry. The asshole.

"If it means keeping away from me, yeah, fuck her." She said lying through her teeth.

"So, you would not believe me if I tell you I haven't touched her since you came back?" Arianna was not prepared for that.

"But all the time I was away you did. Does it make a difference Marc?"

"No. See, even if I do resort to fucking her again, I will still be fucking you too. I mean, she will be an extra... An additive but fucking her does not mean leaving you alone. Not for a second." Arianna thought as much. "So tell me, would you still like me to fuck her?"

Drawing in a deep breath, Arianna swallowed hard. "Marc, do what you want. How do you want me to be?" She asked as she began to unbutton her top. Marc rubbed a hand over his mouth as he watched. Arianna wanted to remain strong and composed. She had to do this, get him to understand that he killed anything between them. Anything real that was for sure.

Once her top was off she pulled down her pants and was left in only her underwear. Marc looked her up and down. "Hands on the bed?" She asked looking directly into his eyes.

He turned away for a split second before he backhanded her straight across her face. The bed stopped her fall. Fuck! That hurt like hell. Arianna put her hand on her cheek and sat up onto the bed looking at him. "You want me to hurt you? Is that your aim Arri? Trying to play the unaffected whore?"