HIS WORST DISTRACTION ✓

• Red means danger •∆

It's you, it's always you.
If I'm ever gonna fall in love,
I know it's gonna be you.

~Ali Gatie -  It's you

Diablo's POV.

To say I was surprised that she agreed to be my slave would be an understatement.

I wanted her to argue with me. I wanted her to be feisty just like how she was at the pool. I guess maybe she wants to see how far I would go and boy am I ready.

I want to break her and watch her destroyed and be satisfied I made her that way. Then I can start molding her and make her be how I want her to be.

Mine. Custom made.

That has been my mission since last week. She does not budge or crack. She acts as if I have no effect on her and well, it really pisses me off.

I'm in my bedroom as the only sound emitting from the space was the clock ticking. It was already morning, 5.45am to be exact and I haven't slept one bit for the entire night. I was lost in my thoughts scheming of ways to subdue her when she's at her highest peak. I crave to see her beg me to make her mine and now this obsession was slowly killing me. It was driving me insane.

She wasn't herself. She wasn't the woman I knew. She concealed herself, covered her true self behind an emotionless mask. You could see the furry and fierceness in her eyes but her whole body language was just... stagnant.

I wanted some reaction. Not the ice cold woman she pretends to be.

What a beautiful sight it would be if she was on her knees in front of me, how perfect her lips would look wrapped around my cock and while I'd feel blood rushing through out my entire body when I shoved my dick deep inside her throat. Her eyes would tear up and the sound of her gagging makes me want to cum all over my pants.

Involuntarily I get a hard on and as if the whole thing had turned into a habit, I go straight to the shower and jerk off.

Catallina, what are you doing to me?

***

I find myself hanging around the living room just so I can see her. I usually stay in study or my bedroom. I liked being alone but these days, I always passed by, only to get a glimpse of her, my dear lovely slave. She wore a red sleeveless dress that reached a little above her knee. It didn't hug her entire body but you could tell she has a slim waist and a figure to die for.

I'm no fashion designer but at least I know the basics.

As for me I had a jungle green knitted sweater, a white polo tshirt and a pair of black Levi jeans matched with Nike black sneakers. I chose to dress casual since I didn't have any meeting with the Mafia or the company. I finally had the whole day to myself, which only happened once in a blue moon.

No use of wasting a day wearing a god-damned suit.

My eyes were still on her while hers were staring through the window full of longing as if all she ever wanted in life, was to go outside.

I won't let her go because I didn't trust her not to make a run for it. She hasn't gone out since she came here. She's allowed to only move around the backyard which is heavily guarded. She should be grateful that at least I give her that. I could have easily locked her up in a basement if I wanted to. She should focus on me instead.

If only she looked at me with the same longing, maybe things would have been different. She could have had everything she wanted on her feet. But no, she's just too stubborn to give in.