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Chapter 4
(Piya's POV)
He cornered me with his inhuman speed, his bare iron chest pressing up against me. His breaths were low and heavy.
"Come on Piya...stand up to him." I tried to gather some courage.
Instead of avoiding his heart piercing gaze, I looked him straight in the eye. Those flickering blue orbs swirling with passion and desire.
"Get away from me." I said. My voice sounded unusually cold.
"No."
"Now." It felt good, this newborn courage.
"Make me." He growled. His grip on my shoulders tightened. I winced in pain.
"You belong to me now. You will do what I say when I say it. Understood?"
"I'm not your slave." I hissed.
"Really? You seemed to like being a slave, you know, in your home?"
I gulped in fear and confusion. How did he...know about that?
"Need I mention the beatings?"
"How do you know all this?"
"Don't act too innocent. I saw those bruises and belt marks. Your body is much more beautiful without them."
Feeling utterly disgusted, I clutched the nightgown closer to my body. He changed my clothes. He'd seen me naked.
"Now let me finish what I came here for." He said in a possessive tone.
He circled his arms around my waist, locking his hands together. I couldn't move a bit. He was too strong. He moved my hair to the side, still maintaining his hold on me with one arm. He buried his face in my neck, marking his love in the form of love bites and wet kisses. One of the love bites tore my skin and let warm blood escape. He sucked at the spot for a few seconds.
"You're too perfect. Perfect for me." He murmured.
I couldn't move or protest his actions. He was somewhat controlling me, commanding my mind and body to comply with his every wish. I felt disgusting and violated.
"Please stop...stop Abhay."
"Why sweetheart? Don't you like it?"
"No I don't."
"You will. Eventually you will like it."
"Leave me alone. At least give me some privacy in this guest room."
He laughed and shook his head.
"You're mistaken sweetheart. This is OUR bedroom."
"Our!?" I gasped.
"Correct. All night in each other's arms." He smirked, eying my body.
"Get away from me. I want to go home. Right now." Did I really just say that?
"No can do sweetheart. I don't want those animals hurting you." He lifted my chin to level our faces.
"And I don't want you near me."
He became silent. He pushed me back and glared.
"You will. Sooner or later." He hissed.
He grabbed my wrist and threw me onto the bed, so hard that I could have broken some bones. Then he smirked again as he was leaving.
"You'll be mine someday sweetheart." He said eerily as he slowly shut the door behind him.
I ran into the bathroom. His scent and marks plagued my body. I wanted them gone. I peeled the lacy nightgown off my body and threw it in the farthest corner. I hugged my naked body in fear and disgust. He touched me. Violated me. And I couldn't do anything.
I looked at my body. All the scars and bruises were gone. My skin was brand new. Like nothing ever happened to it. The bruise on my cheek was gone too. Then I remembered his touch there. No wonder it was so soothing. He was healing the wound on my face. My heart beat fast on thinking about that touch. It was full of love, not lust. Was this guy really like this?
I slapped myself mentally for thinking like that. He kidnapped me and forcibly tried to make love with me. How could I think positively of him?
I stepped into the warm shower and scrubbed myself from head to toe. What must be going on at home? Probably assuming that I've run away again and hiring some goons to find me. On the bright side, I was safe here. Abhay seemed so possessive about me that he would kill anyone who tried to take me away from him. I sighed in relief knowing that rabid dogs wouldn't be chasing me through the woods.
(Abhay's POV)
She was more perfect for me than I thought she was. Beautiful and feisty.
I held up the dress I bought, specially for her, and spun it back and forth. She will wear this for tonight's party. And she will look like my princess tonight, outshining the others. I went to our room and laid the dress on the bed. I relaxed on the bed, while emptying the blood that remained in the wine glass I was holding. I waited.
(Piya's POV)
I walked out of the shower, wrapping the towel over myself. Hopefully I would be left alone, all to myself. I looked at the crumpled nightgown. It was my only way of clothing my body. No way was I going to wear that uniform again. It was too revealing, unlike the nightgown. I slipped it on again, then cautiously stepping outside into the bedroom again.
I stopped in my tracks. He was here. Lying in bed, again shirtless. Much to my surprise, I found him extremely attractive. His inhuman beauty made him seem like a Greek God. Handsome face, well built, and perfect in every way.
I shook my head to escape his trance. He put one arm behind his head and stared at me. His eyes moved from head to toe.
"Come here sweetheart." He called.
"No." I said flatly.
"Please?" He looked into my eyes. I couldn't resist them.
My body stepped forward to the edge of the bed, waiting for him to say something. He got up and held up a dress in his fingers.
"This is for you sweetheart. I want to wear it for the party tonight."
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Why not? You're are my better half. You have to come."
"I don't want to."
He growled to himself. He grabbed my wrist and flung me into the bed. I landed with a thump. He then towered over me, gripping my wrists in his strong grasp. He stared into my eyes.
"You will. You have no choice." His eyes were blazing and his fangs began to emerge, in an attempt to scare me.
That was enough to convince me. There was a new threat, a threat of being a vampire's dinner. He waited for my answer.
"Fine."
"Good, now go and change. We will leave in 20." He released me and a grabbed a suit from the closet nearby.
"I'll be waiting sweetheart." He blew me a kiss.
I looked at the dress, picking it up and playing with the cloth. It was a dark purple, complete with black lace that exposed my collarbone. It was made of a soft satin. I had to admit, he had a nice choice. The color suited me perfectly. I changed into it quickly. It was floor length, and it was covering. It hugged my body tightly, highlighting my figure. I fixed up my hair and sat on the bed, hugging my knees.
Abhay came back a few minutes later, completely dashing in a black suit and red tie. His eyes glinted in the darkness, probably admiring me in the dress. He took slow steps into the room, approaching me like a hunter. He pulled me by the waist, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply.
"You look just like my princess. Abhay Raichand's princess Beautiful." He caressed my face with his thumb. It felt nice. I melted once again in response. What was he doing to me?
"Come sweetheart. We are getting late." He said.
Then he did something that was surprising to me. He pulled me closer till our bodies were joined together. He crushed his lips onto mine. His lips were ice cold, burning against my warm ones. He sucked on my lips passionately, not giving me a chance to breathe. The kiss was so passionate that I found myself kissing him back. My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. A new feeling came over me, one that forced me to melt in his embrace. One that didn't want me to leave his side. My breath hitched when his tongue entered my mouth. His taste was exotic. I wanted more. But reality finally made its mark. I broke away from the kiss immediately. I was kissing the guy who kidnapped me and forcibly kept me in his home.
"Sorry sweetheart. I got distracted. You're looking gorgeous in this dress, I couldn't resist."
I didn't stay anything. He looked confused.
"What's wrong sweetheart."
"Nothing. Don't do that again."
He smirked at me and wrapped an arm around my waist, taking my outside to his car.
"We'll have a great time Piya. Just you and me. And other humans."
I shuddered at the thought of great time. He put me in the car and we soon drove off towards the city.
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