The Mafia's Whore

Chapter 10:The Girl Who Screamed "Kinky"

Juliana Herz as Xylia Knight
(Incredibly beautiful,  however you all will be able to imagine who every you want Xylia to look like)

Chapter 10:The Girl Who Screamed "Kinky"

The room was dark and dull with just the enormous windows that allowed the source of light to enter the room,  the walls held shelves with the best quality wines. There was a fire place in the far right corner, with black leathered sofa. The wood coloured walls, stood out well and complimented the room it self.

That was not all that had caught my eyes, but a tall, hench man. I could not see his face only his back, he had worn a black tuxedo, he seemed to have his focus solely on the glass which he was pouring some wine inside.

"I hope your journey here was not too bumpy." The voice sent shivers down my body, it was deep and very masculine. However, I decided to not reply back to the man as he was the reason to why I was here instead of living the first day of being married.

"Sin you can leave, close the door behind you." He called without turning, I looked behind me at the man who brought me here and scowled after him. So the man's name was sin. Turning my attention back to the mysterious man once the door behind me closed.

"Can I know why I am here?" I asked, suddenly finding the confidence in my self as I took a step towards him.
"Your family owes me, and you are their replacement for their debt."  He answered,  i was really getting frustrated at the fact he did not bother to look at me as he sipped his wine.

"And what debt is that? it can not be money because my family do not lack financially ." I spoke, it was the moment he turned around and I felt my breath become stuck in my throat. The man before me was incredibly handsome, if not panty dropping worthy. However, he held an evil glint in his eyes which told me he was far from safe to be around.

"Smart?" He spoke, amusement had filled his eyes as he gulped down the wine before placing it beside him and refilling it.
"You have not answered my question yet." I spoke, I was being bold and my voice was laced with attitude standing my ground showing I was not afraid.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the same attitude like you mother." He spoke inching closer to me, i gulped my spit down my dry throat and fisted my palms into a ball.
"My mother? Did you know her?" I asked, his lips lifted into a smirk as he stood in front of me looking down at me. I shivered as I felt his breath on my face, it was incredibly hot.

"Not only did I just acknowledge her, I knew her...closely." I was unaware of what he meant by the term 'closely'. It would be impossible for them to be friends, I would have seen him while growing up and also I surely would not have been kidnapped and mistreated.

"Why am I here?" I asked, his smirk was beginning to annoy me but what frustrated me further was how attracted I felt towards him, a man who was around the age of my father.

"You are special to me?" His voice held a sense of authority, his eyes were inviting and was captivated by my eyes. His response left more questions in my head, why was I special? Who was he? How did he know me?

"Who am I to you?" I asked, I gasped as his arms laced around my waist and pressed me to his body. My wide eyes stared into his, shock can clearly be seen.

"You my cherry are my whore...personal whore!" The moment he said those words I felt my whole world come crashing down, it was also the same moment my fist came flying and punched his face which instantly made him loosen his hold on me. I kneed him in his sunshine before stepping away from him.

"Too hell with you." I spat out angrily, I was no idiot who did not understand what the term 'Whore' meant and I surely knew I was not a whore. I was the daughter of Xavier and Xirena Knight, not some whore he picked up from the street.

His gasp for pain soon turned into a laugh, he lifted himself from his crouched position and stared at me. Anger was clear in his eyes.
"Your mine cherry, whether you like it or not." He spoke aloud, the wine in his glass had spilled on to the ground and a huge puddle had been made.

"You wish, old man." I yelled, and then it happened the moment I did not expect the moment where the man in front of me who's name I did not know held a gun aiming right at me.
"A man who you will crawl in desire, a man who you will crave even when you wish you would not." He whispered, I glared at him and so wanted to slap him and make him understand that was never going to happen.

"Never will I crave for a hold wrinkly dick nor will I crawl to wards you in desire." I yelled back in confident, the smirk on his face returned he looked at me closely the gun still remained pointed at me.
"Drink it." He ordered, I narrowed my eyes confused to what he was saying.
"Excuse me?" I asked my arms crossed under my chest, as I frowned not understand what he was saying.

"Get down on your knees, cherry and drink the puddle you made." My eyes widened as I realised what he wanted me to do, my palms once again fisted Into a ball in anger.
"You old kinky shit, if this is one of your fetish sorry to disappoint you but I will be doing no such thing." I spoke angrily, he shook his head and chuckled evilly and I heard him pull the trigger which made me instantly close my eyes, when i did not feel any pain I reopened my eyes and I watched the vase beside me crumble into pieces with a loud crash.

"Now cherry, I did not miss that. It was a warning of what I will do if you disobey me next time, I will let you off this once. I will make you crave for me, you will beg me to pleasure you cherry." He whispered approaching me, I glared at him as he lifted his finger and rugged the loose strand of hair behind my ears.

"Remember my words."