28- His Prey

'That day was terrible, I knew he was going to make me realize this time that I am his prey with no escape." ****** The day passed, Mrs Stellios stayed next to me thankfully or else I would have turned insane by the dread. Each time I heard footsteps, it evoked fear to fathom who it could be. Sweating, my breaths hastened, trying to think and clear my mind but I was unable to. Nothing could ease my perturbation anymore. It was night, I had both my lunch and dinner here but I was scared to no extent, regretting my choices of words now. Regretting that I didn't listen quietly. "I am here, Dear. No need to fret. Go to sleep." Mrs Stellios assured me but my heart was not ready to accept it. "H-He won't come, right?" I stuttered, pressing my teeth together to maintain my posture but failed. "I am here. Don't worry." She smiled tenderly as I laid down, holding the sheets and she caressed my hair like my mother used to whenever I had a nightmare. "Um.. Eileen." She called hesitantly after a while. "Yes?" "Did something happen between you and Sebastian?" She asked, trying not to unsettle me. Hiding my face in the sheets, I told her my fault, "I.. was taking contraceptive pills while he strictly told me not to…" "No, not that. Anything else." She asked but it bewildered me. "What do you mean?" I asked, looking back at her. "Nothing… forget it. You should sleep. It's getting late." She sighed, caressing my hair to help me relax and sleep. Her soothing actions worked and soon I felt darkness spreading before my eyes, taking me into a deep slumber and after a horrible day, I fell asleep. I wish. Just when the moments of solace fell before my eyes, just when I thought I got away after my deed, just when I found reassurance that he won't chase me like a nightmare anymore- I was proven terribly wrong. 'Eileen." My eyes opened slowly when a whisper called, poking my shoulder but when my eyes opened, all I found was the silhouette of the ruler of my fright. A strong scent hit me followed by a large hand over my mouth to seal my lips from producing further sound, stopping my heart for a second. "Mhm!" I tried to move but his one glare warned me to not make a single move and obey him quietly. 'Shh.." He whispered, coming before my face, increasing my heartbeats to the point I thought my heart would leap out of my chest by dread. Leaning down, my hairs stood on edge when his hot breath reach my neck, whispering dominantly, "Get the fuck up." Shaking badly, I didn't resist and got up slowly, trembling before his assertive presence before me, so close to traumatizing me by the unshakable power. The moment we got out of the room, he removed the hand on my mouth, making me gasp loudly for air. Taking heavy breaths, I looked at him to find a glint of mercy but this time it's not wise to expect any softness from him. "Sebastian-" I tried calling him in a broken tone which was useless. Grabbing my arm roughly, he began to drag me with him, forcing me to match his rapid steps with my numb ones. "Don't you dare to speak another word." Threatening, he took us back to the room and threw me inside. Losing my breaths, I began to shake, taking a step back, locked in the room with nowhere to run. Hunted down by his silver fury. He came closer, closer, taking off his shirt in the process to reveal his ripped muscles. Eyes locked with mine to witness my fear with seriousness. "I was going to come back, I swear, Mrs Stellios stopped me." I tried to make a useless justification, moving back until my back hit the wall. "Sebastian, Please…" I whimpered. He was hovering over me, unbuckling his belt and wrapping it around his hand before my very eyes, delivering appall by his action which made my hurried breaths echo in the pitch-silenced room. "Rather stay infertile huh?" Mocking my words, he slammed his one hand on the side while tracing the hand with the belt on the side of my face. Shutting my eyes, I held the hem of my dress, praying for a miracle to save me from this nightmarish gaze. "I was not in my right state of mind. I didn't mean to, I was going to throw them too. I am sorry…" Impotent to maintain my courage, I failed to fight his supremacy and released a tear. "Strip." He ordered, ignoring my pleas. Wrath coated his aura. Any further delay of response would evoke an unbearable reaction now. "Sebastian, Please-" Whispering, I pressed myself harder against the wall, on the verge of crying but grabbing my shirt he pulled me closer. "Strip before I rip these clothes off, Eileen." With his warning, I obeyed silently, taking off my clothes but left with my undergarments, I paused for a second. It was useless to search for compassion with tears in my eyes, he wouldn't notice and if he does, he doesn't care. "Stare into my eyes." Ordering, he grabbed my jaws, forcing me to not break eye contact while he traced the belt on my exposed skin, over my chest, leading down and then all the way up, horrifying me. I trembled, My legs became weak when his leather moved across my cold skin. Forming goosebumps by the anticipation. From my eyes to my body to my soul- He imprisoned all of it. "Apologize." He commanded, moving his thumb under my bottom lips, indulging in my miserable and powerless state and drawing more of my frights. "I am sorry… I am so sorry, Sebastian. I didn't mean to yell, I won't do it again. Please let me go." I sobbed, tears sprang in the corner, shaking by the intensity of his dangerous eyes. His stoic features hardened, I had no way to escape his proximity anymore, he would ravage my soul without a single hint of remorse. "You better engrave this, Eileen. You are my prey, you belong to me, all mine." He reminded me strictly, asserting his dominance in this baseless relationship. Sniffling, I nodded, trying not to enrage him. While pressing his body firmly over mine, he whispered seductively, "And you will produce my offspring, understand?" Down to my ears, he breathed heavily in my ears, making my hairs stand, amplifying my heartbeats by this enunciation. "Yes…" Sobbing silently, I nodded, pressing my hand over his chest to create some distance but failed. The coldness from the wall and heat from his body mixed, weakening my body. Humming, he was satisfied after frightening me by the belt and threw it away, replacing it with his fingers. Starting from my shoulder, his finger grazed my skin to the side, leading down. His face dangerously closer to mine to the point our breaths were synced and came out as one. A fire burned my core when he moved his fingers to my inner thighs, bringing a deep crimson shade to my cheek by the rough grip. 'Sebastian, don't…" Breathlessly, I pleaded, not daring to part my eyes from his unfathomable ones. I couldn't tell anymore whether he was furious, enjoying it or anything else. 'What exactly is going on in his mind?' Gulping, I pressed my palm further, trying to close my legs which he refrained, digging his nail on my skin, making me moan his name unintentionally, "Sebastian.." Pleased at my reaction, he smirked, licking his lips slowly before kissing my collar bone. Losing my breaths, unwanted temptation began to take over my body. His fingers were so close but decided to torture me, he refrained from touching, collecting unbearable allure. "Please…" Whimpering, I trembled for him to go further but he didn't and continued to form his mark. Giving it a one last kiss, he pulled away, taking pride in his mark as he brushed his fingers over it. Staring at his print, he gradually looked back into my eyes. Connecting it with an intensity greater than before. Stiffening my bones. "Do you want to hear what I do?" Asking in a low, husky resonance, his aura darkened, scaring me immensely, it came as a terrorizing invitation. "No!" Gasping, I shook my head in denial immediately, unintentionally digging my nail on his skin. But when I noticed him wallowing in my fear, I calmed down a little and shook my head again with a whisper, "No…" He laughed huskily at my reaction and pressed himself harder, making me moan unwillingly. I tried to close my eyes but gripping my hair, he made me continue the hard link he created. 'I won't let you either…" He whispered but this time it was not in amusement. Like he meant it and I couldn't understand why. Maybe he doesn't like me interrupting his flow of bloodlust. Turning his head away for a second, he let out a low exhalation, I opened my mouth to speak something but everything was replaced with one emotion- lust. Thick clouds of temptations blinded him, grabbing my arms, he pulled me towards him, panting, 'You drive me crazy, woman. I want you. Right now." Growling, he threw me on the bed, undressing and not delaying it further to ignite my core with the intensity of his lust. Taking his anger out in the form of intimacy. Marking me to engrave the fact that sooner or later, he will force me to give him an heir.