Chapter 005

Arie's POV

I had spent hours crying and screaming into nothing, pulling at my hair and wishing the planet could just implode on me when a female guard walked in. She held out three boxes of quite expensive brands of dresses."He wants you to be ready by 7pm.," she said casually and walked up to her bed to drop the boxes. "If you hate them all, please use the telephone to call the ground floor. The number guide is just beside the telephone."

I didn't know what made me break into a laugh, but I knew I couldn't hold it back. "So is there a floor I can call to DRAG ME OUT OF THIS F*CKIN' PRISON, HUH?!" I couldn't tell if she was surprised by the immediate change of demeanor or if she just didn't care, but she turned around without saying a word and walked out of the room. I banged my fists against the door, my mouths wide open but I couldn't scream anymore. I was exhausted. Just what exactly was torturing me in this way benefiting Axle? Why does he need to show me to the world that I was his wife if he wanted to keep hurting me when no one was watching?

As I dragged my feet towards the boxes, deflated, I decided to be grateful it was my first time stepping out of the mansion ever since the day I had set foot into it. I should be grateful for the freedom the night presented even when it wasn't going to laY for too long. I thought about the many ways I could take excuses just to be separated from Axle, or how I could devise a very simple but cunning plan to write an encrypted message to anyone who could be my savior, but I could tell I wasn't going to make it. Axle is a lord, a master of these silly games. Just like his other prey, he will squash me before I get the chance to act on my intentions, and Nani …

The thought of my grandmother sent a wave of fresh tears meandering down my cheeks. I needed to get back to her. Save her. How could I possibly do that when I cannot even save myself?

I had settled for one of the black leather gowns with a split that crept all the way to my right thigh. The dress stretched itself around my skin, accentuating the jutting of every bone and curve. Another guard had come in with a make-up specialist minutes later who gave me a hair so and a glow up in minutes, the woman before the mirror totally different. And stunning.

Just as she stood up to leave the room, Axle walked in. I could swear he paused in his tracks for a second, his eyes roaming my choice of dress for the event and how different I looked. Just before I could define the expression on his face, he wired his jaws closed and ordered everyone out of the room.

"Do not think for a second that I, or any of my boys, will not be watching you."

I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt, "I think you've caused me enough pain for me to reconsider trying to escape."

Axle had covered the distance between them in two strides, "No. You and your brother shot yourselves in the leg instead. Don't give the what-do-you-mean crap. Stay in line and play your roles right. You could earn the right to walk freely within the mansion with a leash."

I could feel my blood boiling. "That's what you see me as? Your sex slave? Some stupid ass monkey that you can just f*ck and leave as you please?!"

I couldn't say a word further, because Axle had his hand on my throat and was pushing me towards the wall, his grip tightening around my neck. I couldn't form any words, my hands threw fists against his, but his glare was dark and cold. "I will show you just exactly what you mean to me."

He kept a firm grip on my neck while he allowed his other hand to trace my skin, his fingers running their way down to my panties. I shivered in disgust and fear as his hands roamed my pussy for a moment before he ripped my panties off me. I tried to keep my legs closed, but his hands were so cold and brutal he forced me open, inserting his fingers into my pussy. My mouth betrayed me and I let out a soft cry.

"I am punishing you right now," he growled, gritting his teeth, "you are the only one who can stop this."

I could hear his ragged breath as he leaned in closer, and suddenly my mind was clouded with wild thoughts. Coffee. He smelled like coffee. I wanted to drink in all of his scent, know what it felt like to run my hands through the decorated mess of the curly dark hair he has. I hated him, but a new voice was now speaking for me: I didn't want him to stop.

"Just say you want me to stop, and I will." He said, switching to two fingers. My mind now longer listens to my restraints. It peeled my back from the wall as I arched myself towards him, begging for more. I felt pleasure so painful it brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't make sense of any speech even if I wanted to form any, so I resorted to a plea.

"Please," I moaned softly, but Axle went on to insert three fingers. My eyes rolled back into my skull, and I lost sense of everything. His breath was very hot against my skin, and at that moment, I wanted to press my lips against his. I didn't know when my hands wrapped themselves around his chiseled, rock hard body frame, caressing him like it was going to provide me with an antidote to the explosion I was feeling inside me. I didn't know when my hands settled on his pants, trying to force my way in to wriggle his cock out of them and make him f*ck me till I forgot about the pain he has caused me. The pain Michael caused me.

A knock came on the door, and Axle pinned me back to the wall. He took in a sharp breath and roared, "What?!"

"The cars are ready, my Lord."

I was partly grateful for the intervention of the guard. Even when Axle didn't give me the chance to fetch another panty, I was grateful we hadn't gone further than that. I kept trying to make sense of the feeling that enveloped me when he fingered me. Did I really mean that? Did I really want him?

As the car took to the well lit streets, I stole an occasional glance at Axle, studying how he had reclined back to his space, his expression stoic and cold.

Was Axle becoming vulnerable with me too?