04: Vanessa's POV

"W-where is the bathroom?" I asked in fearsome wanting to get away from him. He scares me far more than he did in high school. Although, what scares me most, is the small part of my body which enjoyed every second of it. 

Sending a smirk my way, he lifted his arm and pointed in the direction of a white painted wooden door. I got off the bed on wobbly feet and had only taken one step toward the bathroom, but immediately stopped when I felt a sting on my bottom. Realising Lucifer just spanked me, I almost sobbed.

"I can't wait to fuck the shit out of that ass," I heard him say in a dangerously low mutter. My body's reaction was deplorable, as I felt heat rise up to my cheeks and the way I shivered at the lustful thought. Quickening my step, I continued walking into the bathroom and as soon as I entered it, I locked it. 

Turning around to face the mirror, I see dark purple hickeys forming on my jaw which led to a path that stopped just above my bosoms. My face was pale in distraught as realization dawned upon me. The realization that I've been kidnapped without any explanation at all and just been kissed and marked by a guy I never even thought would speak two words to me, who also turns out to be my kidnapper. 

Taking care of my business not being in a hurry at all, I exited the bathroom only to find the devil himself on the bed.

He seems to be in deep thought about something as he gazes up at the ceiling.  "Come here," He spoke huskily as if daring me not to obey. His eyes were still cast upward, it felt as if he could just sense my presence and he'd know I was in the same room. Taking a small step after a small step, I reach the edge of his king sized bed. I stand there looking more idiotic than I already am, frightened at what he would do to me when I get on the same bed as him. 

My thoughts were interrupted by Lucifer pulling me on the bed very roughly, knocking the air out of my lungs. I landed directly on top of his hard, toned chest. 

"S-stop always touching me," I stuttered as I try to pull myself away from his grasp only to be held tighter. 

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," he whispered in my ear as he dragged my back closer to his front, until our bodies were glued entirely together in a spoon.

The heat from his body wrapped itself around me like a blanket, and I found myself almost never wanting to get up from the warm, comfortable spot, his embrace. 

He started moving his hand up to my bosoms where he groped them extremely rough. "S-stop" I tried to get out, as a quiet moan left my lips. My lower region was throbbing for attention that quickly clouded my judgement and knowledge.  "Never," he said fisting my breast even harder than before.

There was a slight pain there, but my body seemed to enjoy it especially when I figured out it was him pinching my buds.  He let out a chuckle. "You like it rough," he observed my reactions like a hawk.

"W-what do y-you want from me?" He flipped my body over so I am now facing his beautiful face.

His gray eyes looked murderously sexy as he looked into my hazel orbs.  His lips twisted into a sensual smirk, causing me to bite my lip. There was a pull in my stomach that led all the way into my core, and just like that, he turned me on. His eyes traveled down to my lips, then back to my eyes.

His eyes grew darker, as his smirk widened.  "Attento," he whispered, there was a warning in his voice. His hands started rubbing circles on my bottom. I unconsciously rubbed my hips against him, forcing mine to meet his in a sweet embrace. He looked a little shocked at what I just did and honestly, I was surprised myself. "Like I said, you like rough," he said, I have never been put into a situation like this, so I guess I just sort of— I don't know. ( Translation: careful )

He smirked then pulled his hand away from my butt and slowly brought it to my thighs. He went higher and higher until he got to my red lace underwear, he used his finger to rub up and down on the fabric right at my core. The throb grew frantically as I found myself needing more.

  "You are so wet, Principessa," he groaned out when he felt the wet spot leaking from the anticipation of my desire, he started rubbing harder against the thin fabric of the lace. It feels so good, I felt like grabbing his hand and multiplying the friction by a thousand. I just don't want him to stop. (Translation: Princess) 

All too soon, his phone ringing buzzing on the nightstand. He let out an irritated groan at our interruption before getting up and picking up his phone.

"Che cazzo vuoi?" He shouted over the phone. I always knew he was Italian, because of his accent which sounds lustful, but when he speaks the foreign language it lit a stronger desire within me.  (Translation: What the fuck do you want) 

"I got to go," was all he said as he got up off the bed and slid back into shoes, and with that he walked out the door, leaving me all alone.

Why did I let him do that? He kidnapped me, always made fun of me, and not even thirty minutes he marked me with hickeys. 

I want to go back home to Rachel and talk to her. I wish we could walk to our class together, again. Then, while we are walking she is winking at boys or being the comedian she already is and she makes fun of other people she dislikes with a passion. I miss her and it's only been a couple of hours. 

I could still feel his fingers going up and dow- no stop it! 

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"Hello ma'am, master has requested me to tell you he will be here shortly," Rosemary kindly said. I've been in this room doing nothing, just staring at the outdoors. The view is amazing and it looks like this room is on the fourth floor or something this place is abnormally huge. 

Not trusting my voice, I settled with a small expeditious nod. She sent me a kind smile in return before exiting the room. Earlier today a different maid had given me lunch, she didn't even look my way, but I could tell she was very young and beautiful.

I wonder why she didn't speak, if I am going to be here for a while I'd love to have a friend.  I got up to my feet and made my way to the bathroom.

Even the bathroom is elegant with the brown wooden flooring, and the shower which is - of course - all glass set in the middle of the whole restroom. Everything here seemed to scream money.  I stripped the gown and since whoever dressed me didn't put me in a bra I was left with my underwear which is wet at the moment.

Sliding the thin piece off, I stepped into the shower and twisted the knob and watched as the water sprawled from the ceiling. 

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That was the best shower I ever had in my whole entire life. If only the circumstances were different. I hopped out the shower in search for a towel of some sort.

Pulling open a cabinet, I look around for the towels but only to come in contact with some condoms, which are a size 'Extra Large'. I closed the cabinet so fast you'd think I found my mom's hidden vibrator and looked in the next one to finally see the towels of white.

Happily, I wrapped the fluffy white fabric around myself and opened the door to see Lucifer, sitting down on the couch reading a file.

"You know, you really didn't have to wear a towel," he said with a smirk.  "You know, you really don't have to be such a pervert," I remarked.

That burst of confidence quickly died down at the look on his face. His face went from playful to anger, and then lust in just the matter of seconds only.

Suddenly, a mixture of two formed in his eyes; Lust and anger and just then I realized — shit just hit the fan.  "What the fuck did you just say to me?" He shouted.

He was up in a split second and what is scaring me the most at this moment is that I am in nothing but a towel.  "I'm s-sorry," I studdered out. His eyes are far darker than they were before, I really messed up. I don't even know what came across me, maybe it was the refreshing shower. 

"I don't take apologies so lightly," he said with such venom, his voice was so cold which was sending shivers through my entire body. "I believe in punishments," he finished. Chills of fear ran through my body and I looked to my side for some type of escape. 

"No Lucifer, I-I'm sorry I truly am," I said. I have never been so scared in my entire life. My eyes closed tightly, not knowing what to expect from him. He is truly unpredictable. 

"Don't fucking tell me 'no', you're mine. Whatever the fu*k I want to do to you, I'm going to do it," he said and before I could reply back his hands were on my waist blocking any movements that I could possibly do. Once again, tears threatened to fall down my face.

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