Chapter 25 Caged Bird

Elena’s Davis’s pov,

“Your maid changed my dress?” I questioned softly, without making him angrier than he was. He smirked at hearing me and circled his both hands around me, pulling me in.

“I did.” He confessed while sucking my earlobe. I gasped loudly as he bit a little. My heart beats were beating like drums in his proximity. A smile formed over his lips as he heard me gasp.

“I want to go home now.” I demanded, pushing him far from me. Angered, Arius stood in front of me, facing the door of the room, farrowing his nostrils.

“I am your home.” He announced with authority, standing straight, placing his hands in his pockets, challenging me to deny it, and I did.

“No, you are not. You are just my boss, nothing else.” I barked, turning away from him. He must not be more than that for me, but he was.

“So, do you sleep with every boss of yours?” He asked in his fake taunting tone, and anger rushed through my veins.

“It’s none of your concern Mr. Accardo, I want to go back to my family.” I answered in the same tone, making him smirk. He started to take deadly steps towards me. Unintentionally, I took a step back but then refused to bend in front of him, gathering all my courage. I stood straight facing him until he stood so close that I could feel his breathing over my nose.

“This is the last time I am telling you this so calmly. I am everything to you. Understood?” He told me in his angered filled eyes. Hearing his words, I lost my control and tried to push him, but he held my hands and pulled me over him, circling his one hand around my waist.

“Patty and Theo are my-“ He pushed me over the bed before I could complete my words and trapped me below his body weight. His face turned flaming red because of his anger making his veins popping out from his neck. He was breathing flaring over my face with red eyes. I was about to curse, but he crashed his mouth over mine.

He was biting my lips, brawling blood from them as I could feel the metallic taste between our kisses. He pressed his hard over my clothed entrance to make me open my mouth and he sneaked inside, stroking every corner he could. I was pushing him away from me, crying for mercy, but he wasn’t stopping devouring my mouth.

I continued struggling with his ungodly behavior. Tears started to roll down my cheeks. His kisses used to be sweet and addictive with our bond and pull, but this one was punishing and full of just anger, as every stroke was claiming me, making me feel object not human. It was degrading for me, and heart stabbing too, as it was from the person whom I love so much, who has my heart. I was beating his chest repetitively, but it wasn’t affecting him at all.

“What I told you, Snowflake? Not to take that warm’s name over your kissable lips, haven’t I?” He questioned after breaking the kiss, allowing me to breathe.

I turned my head from him, closing my eyes to avoid seeing him further. New batch of tears started to stream again, accompanying my quivering lips.

“Plea-se, let m-e go.” I pleaded with him, trying to control my cry, not wanting to show him my helplessness, his power over my heart, over me. My hands over his chest started to shake without applying any force, just dangling around his neck.

“You can ask anything besides this. You have become my necessity and habit .” He confessed while removing the teardrops from my cheeks with his fingers, turning my face towards him by holding my chin delicately between his two fingers.

“I told you, it was only meant for one night, then why are you doing this?” I asked, as his behavior was out of my understanding. Everything was smooth and desirable until this evening.

“I am just keeping my thing with me.” He answered, making me open my eyes in flaming anger.

“I am not your thing, Arius.” I roared at him, pushing him over the bed and stand straight facing him

“Yes, you are mine.” He yelled with a more firm voice, getting up from the bed.

“Now I know how you feel around me, trembling for your release, then why should I leave you. You are mine for the rest of your life.” He answered again, pulling me over his half naked body and started peppering kisses over my neck.

“You are insane. Get off me. Mr. Accardo. And I am not yours.” I screamed, creating a distance between us.

“I was never sane, my dearest Snowflake.” He defended himself, still tracing his lips over my neck and cheek.

“I think hickeys on your body don’t remind you well.” He spoke over my neck and a smile formed over his lips. I could feel it on my neck. He wrapped both hands around me and started sucking the same spot over and over again, brushing his teeth a few times, restricting my movements with his hands. His teeth were grazing my skin, creating a painful sensation in his mouth. He was biting hard.

“Ahhhh ‘’ I screamed as he was using a lot of pressure over my neck. He totally ignored my screams and continued sucking the same spot with great interest.

“Stop, Arius. It’s painful.” I was requesting him with my failed efforts of breaking out from his grasp, but he turned deaf.

“Arius, you are hurting me.” I mumbled slowly and sob left my mouth following the tears wetting everything in their path. Arius stopped suddenly, hearing me, and turned to look at my face. His face darkened when he saw me in that state.

I already stopped struggling in his arms. Worry invaded his eyes. He was observing me keenly, narrowing his eyes at my mark he left just now. This morning, I was happy watching his marks all over my body after sharing those intimate moments with him. I felt so lucky, cherished, wanted, and loved, but now I could feel nothing. I was just surrounded by emptiness.

His obsession was crossing the new limits and heights, where it was impossible for me to keep him company. I was logging to be with him, but he wasn’t the Arius I was searching for; he wasn’t the Arius I made love with. His touch used to be soft and filled with care.

This Arius only knew to concur, to hurt. Anyone’s consent wasn’t his problem. He placed a soft kiss over that blackened mark on my neck but didn’t say anything. My tears stopped as I felt his same soft kiss which I was logging to feel.

“Mr. Accardo, we have decided that we will be professional after that morning. Remember?” I made him realize the words I told him after taking a shower together.

“I remember the promise I made to myself, to make sure everyday you get up in my bed naked and fucked thoroughly like you deserve.” He started keeping his hand below my head and pulled me into a hug. This time his touch wasn’t forcing, but it was soothing. We needed comfort, which can only be given to each other.

I didn’t want to, but my body couldn’t stop resting my head over his chest and hands around his waist, relaxing over his body as he always wanted. He kissed my forehead and rested his head over mine. I was getting calm with every passing second, melting over him.

“Like I said before. You are mine, then what’s wrong with being my bed partner?” His question banged me from the height of paradise to the depth of hell. My face scowls hearing his words. Castle of my dreams scrambled by him under the feet of his stubbornness. Am I the only one worth it to him? Do I even matter to him?

“Never” I screamed over his face, pushing him with all my energy far from me. He was caught off guard by my sudden force, as he was expecting me to surrender to him. In fact, I had surrendered to him, but his foul mouth spilled water over his plan.

He stumbled over the bed, and I barged towards the door of the bedroom. I turned the knob and jerked opened rushing out from that bedroom to escape, but soon my reality came crashing down over me. I froze at the door, witnessing the view in front of me. Blood drained from my body as I realized I was way far from my freedom. I was standing in the middle of his private jet in the air.

Pushing him over the bed, I ran towards the door of the bedroom and jerked open the door, draining my blood from the veins as I was standing on the private jet in mid air.

It was huge, having a cream interior highlighted with brown decoration filled with all facilities. There are two way seating arrangements for a few people on both sides of the plane, leaving a wide space to walk between them. It was eyes widening beautifully but looking at it, only tears gathered in my eyes as I realized my freedom was snatched from me that second, that every bond and every pull towards my people felt fading. This man broke me from my friends, my family, my only closed ones.

I felt him standing behind me, but I didn’t want to look at him. Why would I look at the person who dragged me away from my family? One air hostess came forward with hesitant steps, holding a bottle of water in her hand with a pale face, as she wasn’t sure whether or not she should do that. She was keeping her gaze over the floor, avoiding looking at me or Mr. Accardo; she forwarded her hand towards me but my hands couldn’t take it. She retreated immediately, closing the door of the cabin behind her.

He smirked lightly, watching her running literally from him, and rested his one hand over my waist and pulled me over his torso. I took a step away from him, removing his hand from my waist and turned towards him. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, with no barriers.

“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you?” I asked him, hiding my face with my hands, walking away from him.

“Haven’t I told you? I don’t like you crying. Stop now.” He yelled at me, taking death steps towards me with his furious red face. He was staring at my tear drops with a hateful gaze, as they had committed a serious crime of falling from my eyes. I jerked backward, hearing his hard words.