In his bed

OLIVIA

“You need to eat something,” Madam Rosa’s voice urged me from outside, but I ignored her completely, sniffling my nostrils and crying my eyes out.

I’d locked myself in. I didn’t want anything. Didn’t want the food she was offering. Or the life I’d suddenly found myself living.

I needed my sister. My family. My old life.

My tears streamed down my face, falling harder than I’d ever imagined. Isabella had been taken away by that creepy, sturdy old man. And Axel? He’d slapped me in front of everyone. And it only grew my hatred for him.

“What’s happening, Rosa?”

My heart pounded in my chest, and my eyes darted straight to the door. That was his voice. I stood up fearfully from the floor, my hands clamming as I struggled on what to do next.

“She’s locked herself in there,” Rosa replied in a concerned tone, her voice conveying the same fear that was growing within me. I could picture her face as she tried to explain. “I’ve tried to—‘’

A heavy knock on the room door drowned her words and cut her off completely. And the next thing I heard was…

“—Open the fucking door, Olivia!”

He screeched, his fists pounding heavily on the door with a threat to tear it down. I walked towards the door in fear, but then halted halfway through.

“Axel, please–”

“—Olivia!”

He cut her off… again. And by this time, I'd wiped off the tears on my face, and braced myself for the worst to happen.

He'd probably slap me again…

I walked slowly, counting my steps as I moved forward, halting right in front of the door. And then– it opened.

His foot scraped my right arm alongside the door knob. And the force he used sent me crashing to the floor. I fell flat on my buttocks, and a wince of pain exited my lips.

“How dare you?!” He growled at me. And I heard his heavy footsteps storming towards me, like a cloud threatening to consume me completely. My lips quivered with shock as I turned my gaze away, averting it to my arm. He sounded scary. And I didn't want to see how his countenance was.

Madam Rosa rushed to me, and I heard her murmuring under her breath. She pulled me up slowly to sit, her hands tending to my bruised arm.

“Are you alright, Olivia?”

I heard Axel growl at her question. “Leave her alone.”

“But–”

“-Leave us, Rosa!” He thundered with a harsh voice, making me swallow immediately with my head faced down.

Rosa got up reluctantly, her hands tapping my back gently to give me comfort. I quivered my lips and stared at her with pleading eyes, my whole body trembling at the thought of being left alone with him.

Immediately the door closed behind Rosa’s figure, Axel moved towards me, his footsteps calculated. I shifted backwards, my left hand grabbing my other arm.

“How dare you have an attitude?”

I shuddered. And without any response.

“Look at me.”

I shifted my gaze, resting it on his face. His eyes were narrowed, and his lips were formed into a thin line.

“I just fucking saved your life and you're acting like an ungrateful child?”

I swallowed… again. Saved my life? He was literally tearing everything apart, bit by bit.

I parted my lips quietly, trying to utter a word as I turned my eyes away from him. But no words could form.

“I hate it when I'm being ignored–”

“-I'm sorry,” I didn't mean to interupt, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I- I didn't mean to offend you.”

He smirked, and then I watched him get down slowly, squating right in front of me. I saw the anger in his eyes slowly fading.

“Isabella set you up,” I glanced at him with wide eyes, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “She deserves every punishment–”

“-Set me up?” The question rolled out of my lips. I couldn't understand anything. Why would my sister do such a thing?

He huffed, and then slowly scratched his beard. “You'll understand soon. But for now…” his hands began to unbutton his sleeves as he returned to his feet. “Get on the bed and please me.”

My fear returned, intensifying in the moment. He wanted to have me, to own me, to break me and shatter my innocence.

And I wasn't ready.

I forced another lump down my throat, my breath turning heavy. “I–”

“-I traded my secret for your freedom,” he tossed his shirt to a corner, revealing his muscular chest I'd seen earlier. “The least you can do is please me.”

I heaved a deep sigh… and then took a heavy breath, shutting my eyes tightly. There was nothing I could do. Nothing or nobody could save me from this man.

I forced myself up, grunting out in pain my arm inflicted. Slowly, I tried to walk, but Axel reached for me, his hands touching my waist to hold firmly. And then… our eyes met, gazes locked, and lips slightly touched each other's.

“You're mine now, Kitty.” I guess we were back to this. I could feel his hot breath on my face, making me tilt my head backwards. I didn’t say anything in reply, couldn't even dare.

Without further delay, his hands swept me off my feet completely. My heart thumped in my chest, and I wondered how the night was going to end.

I felt a rush of excitement amid my fear. His touch sent waves of shock through my veins. It felt like something… I couldn't find the right word for it. But it felt right. And wrong at the same time. I'd never felt this way.

My back touching the bed jolted me out of my reverie, reminding me of what was about to happen. Axel took off his pants, and the bulge my eyes caught sight off terrified me.

“Undress yourself.”

His tone was authoritative, yet sexy as hell. It was the way he said it… the voice… the look he gave me. Everything felt awkwardly good and I found myself stripping.

I sat upright. My hands gripped my tank top, and quietly, I pulled it over my head, revealing the black bra I had on. Axel watched me keenly– I saw his face. His eyes glared at me and the lingering lust in them was noticeable.

I couldn’t believe I was undressing for a total stranger. A man I'd barely known for 24 hours.

His eyes signaled to the denim skirt i had on. “Take it off.”

I reached for the little zipper at the side, my hands working on it. I sank my teeth into my lower lips, feeling the embarrassment and shyness that was eating me up deeply.

He reached for me, his hands holding my shoulders and pushing me to lay my back on the bed. I crashed onto the soft surface, my mind a juggle of unimaginable thoughts.

I felt his hands on my skin, his fingers lingering on my thighs. He peeled the skirt off my waist hastily, tossing it down to the marble floor.

“You're making me fucking hard.”

His voice deepened, making me feel a throbbing sensation in between my legs. My chest heaved up and down with uncertainty, and fear– of course. I felt his fingers trail the edges of my lacy underwear, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body.

“You're going to do as I say,” I closed my eyes shut as he uttered those words, already expecting them. “And you're not going to complain about anything. Not even when it hurts.”

I swallowed for what felt like the third time, if it was any use to count. His words scared me, and at the same time, excited me. I felt the flesh in between my legs– it was moist. I knew I didn't pee myself. So, what was happening to me? Was it because of his touch?

I'd barely try to think of what was happening to my body, when I felt his fingers. They shifted my panties to a side, and then gently massaged my opening.

I suppressed a gasp, obviously relishing the feeling. His hands felt good– touching me in the right spot. I bit down my lips, trying to refrain myself from making a sound.

Until, I felt him slid a finger in… forcefully…