You Are Mine

Chapter Two

Arabella woke up in a dark room. It was evident from the men's cologne and black-themed room, that it was the complete opposite of hers.

After she was done observing her surroundings, Arabella noticed that she was no longer in her hoodie and sweats, but instead in a silk pair of pyjamas, consisting of a tank top and shorts.

She couldn't help the embarrassed blush forming as the realization that someone must have changed her registered.

Of course, Arabella went to open all the doors, but to her dismay, the only doors that would open led either to the bathroom or a large closet.

Before Arabella could fully make her way to the last door, which she gathered would lead her out of the room, a man walked in.

Arabella stopped in her tracks, her eyes taking him in. To her, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Almost... ethereal. It was the only word to describe him.

He had metallic-coloured eyes, which held so many emotions in them, she feared she'd be sucked in and trapped forever. His eyes were a stark contrast to her amber ones.

His olive skin matched Arabella's but he towered over her in terms of height. He must have been at least six foot six, probably more.

His dark brown hair – just a few shades lighter than hers – was slicked back messily while her curly black mess was tied up into a sloppy bun. Everything about this man screamed danger and Arabella unintentionally found herself backing away from him with each step that he took to her.

She felt her back touch a wall and her heartbeat accelerated. He leaned forward and she turned her head away, taking in a short breath as if in pain. The man pulled back, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Sei spaventato?" She didn't understand what he had asked, her Italian quite rusty, but instead looked down, hiding her face behind her hair. [Translation: You're afraid?]

She jumped, as she felt this man's fingers roughly grip her chin. His hold became softer once he saw the discomfort on her face. "Mi dispiace, il mio fiore. Non ti farei mai del male."
[Translation: I'm sorry my flower, I would never hurt you.]

He leaned into her, and for a second, she stopped breathing, thinking that he was going to kiss her but instead, he kissed her forehead, before leaving the room.

Not long after, a maid walked in. She was in her late fifties and had a warm smile on her face.

"Hello dear, the boss has requested that you join him for dinner. He has work colleagues coming, so it's best not to be late," she informed Arabella while gently pushing her into the closet.

"Please, please, let me go. Please, help me get out of here! I beg of you, please," Arabella cried out to the maid.

The maid gave her a pitiful look. "Miss, I'm not sure what's happened but it's not my place, I don't want to go against Boss' orders."

She quickly handed Arabella a bunch of stuff and left.

On further examination, Arabella saw that it was a skin-tight dress, in black. It had a slit running up to her thigh, making her look taller than she was. It was paired with black stilettos and the outfit overall, showed off her curves.

The maid came back a few minutes later.

The maid helped clip half of her hair up, leaving the rest to flow down her back and found makeup laid out on the bathroom drawer. She applied light makeup after drying her tears.

"You'll be alright, miss. The Boss' isn't as scary as people think. But we must go now, if we want to be on time."

She dragged Arabella down hallway after hallway and stair after stair. Soon enough, armed men opened up a door to a dining room where over thirty people sat.

At the head of the table was the mystery man, his odd-coloured eyes piercing Arabella's before they trailed down her body. He nodded in approval at her outfit and stood up, walking over to her.

He led her to where he sat by holding onto her waist. She quickly snatched it off, and he shot her a glare.

"You look beautiful," he whispered into her ear. A blush spread across her cheeks and she hated that she couldn't control herself better.

"Onorevoli colleghi, vi presento la vostra nuova donna," he spoke loudly, to the other people seated at the table, and an instant applaud erupted throughout the room.
[Translation: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, your new Donna.]

Arabella looked at him confused, from what little she understood, didn't make sense.

He looked back down at her, cupping her face in his large hands and before she could register what was happening, Antonio had placed his lips on hers, finally doing the one thing he's wanted to do since he laid his eyes on her; claim her.

She tried fighting back but eventually gave in when she felt his hands go down and squeeze her ass. He pried her mouth open and dove his tongue into her mouth, tasting and exploring every nook and crevice.

She snapped out of her shock of  getting tongue-raped and roughly pulled away from him, catching her breath.

Antonio had a huge smile on his face and sat down. Arabella remained standing when she saw there was no other chair open, and let out a loud gasp as he pulled her onto his lap. She struggled in his grip.

"You are mine now."