"Open." He demands.
I whimper, opening my mouth and he puts his two fingers that were previously on my clit, in my mouth.
"Clean them." He states.
I obey instantly, licking them slowly, my saliva making his fingers clean and his face shows that he's...
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I woke up and did an early morning routine and changed into a pretty white spaghetti strap dress with flowers and it goes just above my knee's. Fits just right. Thanks Elise. And I'm now wearing Luciano's mark. He marked me without my consent. He's a fucking asshole.
I walk down stairs and look at a clock on the wall telling me it's barley six.
I turn the corner and find Luciano at the kitchen island, drinking what appears as coffee and on his phone. The house is quiet. I usually like mornings because I get the peace of mind before everyone else starts with there shit. I sit on the opposite end of him and fold my arms and lean on the counter.
"When can go back to my own home?" I say quietly but loud enough for him to hear.
"You can't." He states not looking up from his phone.
"What about all of my stuff? Are you honestly gonna buy me a whole new wardrobe? And plus, I have valuables there. At least let me bring my stuff here." I try and reason.
"Mhm." He says still not paying attention.
Anger runs through me and I stand up and march over to him. I snatch his phone out of his hands and hold it behind my back.
"I'm talking to you jack-ass. I know I'm young and you don't want a young mate but don't dismiss me." I huff and take a step back.
"Give me back my phone." He says, not interested in what I'm saying at all.
I roll my eyes and scoff.
He stands and walks and stops in front of me. His height 6'4 or 6'5 towers over my 5'4 body and I immediately feel intimidated.
"Give it." He holds out his hand with a cold look on his face.
"Can you answer my question? Can you listen to me for five seconds?" I scoff again.
"I don't have to do anything, better yet, anything because you demand it. You have until the count of five before I punish you in one of the worst way imaginable. 1.." He says in a dangerous tone.
"You marked me without my consent. I don't care if you kill me, I'd rather that actually. Do. Your. Worst." I speak out with venom lacing my words.
I take off into the living room and run to the front door. I turn the knob but it doesn't move. Not at all. I hear him still counting down at 3 and I start to panic. I run around the dinning room and large table and almost make it to the hallways before he enters the room from the other side.
"Times up mate." He says ever so menacing and advances toward me.
Shit.
I run out and run up the stairs as fast of my legs will take me and I run up into the 2nd floor. Where is somewhere he can't get me? Ah. I run into a random room and thank the moon-goddess it's empty. I run into the bathroom, lock the door behind me.
