21. You like testing me.

Elena.

I found myself in an empty room, except there was child who looked nothing like a child. She was wrapped so tightly inside a thin mattress that I could see only her feet and somehow... her right arm... which had become a knife from her elbow to the place her fingers should be. I ran to her, try to calm her, yet she wielded the knife in blind panic, unable to tell friend from foe.

Someone pulled me away from the blade and instead, I find myself sitting on the end of a large bed. I had thought it empty, but soon there was a man inside it, tall and broad. I moved away to a chair, unsure of why I was there, yet I couldn't find a way to leave. The man spoke... sitting up in bed, he asked me to rub sunscreen into his upper back and shoulders. I refused. I told him to ask someone else to do it, there were lots of people in the room but they did not move.

And then, I awake safe in my bed... wondering if I was the girl in the mattress, part human, part weapon, fighting the entire world because they all seem like the enemy.

I had nightmares from time to time so I had somehow gotten used to getting awoken by them. I got off my bed after turning the lamp beside me on. And I proceeded down the stairs to get myself some water as usual, knowing fully well that I would not be able to fall back asleep so easily.

But then on getting to the kitchen, I started to hear some weird sounds and it seemed to be coming from Mr. Deangelo's study so I let curiosity get the best of me as I followed the voices. The door to his study was opened and my eyes saw what I would never have expected to see at all.

It was Mr. Deangelo and a lady.

The lady arched her back as his cock sank into her. She gasped, probably at the largeness of him. He pulled her firmly onto his cock as it penetrated deep into her body.

I walked closer to the entrance of the room. I watched with large eyes as she rode the alpha. From where I was standing, I could only see the woman’s small brown ass and her long dark hair falling down her back. The alpha was lying beneath her but to the right of the lady so as I stood at the entrance, he saw me. Clearly.

And he didn't do what I had expected or thought would happen, instead, his hands gripped her tighter and as he plunged into the woman, but his eyes were on me. I locked eyes with him, even as he performed this most intimate act with another woman. I could not look away as he pulled back and the lady immediately withdrew to her knees. She took him in her mouth and tasted her saltiness on him.

The Alpha's hand splayed in her hair as his eyes stayed on me. His blue eyes watched me in the shadows as the dark-haired girl’s mouth took his cock and I couldn't help but blush pink in the dark. I watched Mr. Deangelo with the lady and suddenly couldn’t help myself. My hand moved into my loose fitting pants and my small finger delved past the tiny curls and into my tight, wet pussy. I was wet as I watched him do all of that to her. I knew it was wrong, and knew I shouldn’t give in to this madness. I was ashamed of myself and abruptly, I pulled my hand away, but it was too late.

He had seen me touch myself and he quickly emptied his seed into the lady's mouth. She swallowed delicately, got on her knees and agreed to walk towards me at the entrance.

"I'll see you whenever you want me, Alpha. And soon, I hope." The lady said in such sultry voice that even I found seductive and then she bypassed me, as if she hadn't even seen me at all.

I could almost swear that I was invisible if not for Mr. Deangelo's unrelenting eyes on me.

As soon as she left, it was as if I finally got back to my senses and my feet could suddenly move again as I proceeded to leave the entrance that I had been standing like I had not just invaded on the Alpha's privacy like that but before I could move, Mr Deangelo gave me one of his devilish smirks and I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. That smirk didn’t look nice. Definitely not good.

“Come here, Elena,” he said to me. I lowered her eyes in shame. I should never have done such a rash thing. I should never have watched the alpha have sex, I was being such a creep. I have been acting so out of line when it comes to this man. Yet I could not run. What would be the silly point of that? He would only have me brought back.

His dark eyes devoured me as I came close, and his tanned skin glistened with sweat. He leaned in, his lips lightly brushing my ear. “You like testing me, don’t you?”

"I'm... so... sorry..." I started to apologize. Again. As usual.

His hand lifted slowly from his lap and pressed gently into my lower back before sliding down, settling on my ass. My breathe caught in my throat, and I froze. A million thoughts raced through my mind in that instant.

The heat from his hand, burned through my pjs and into my skin. Every muscle in my body tensed, as a shudder ran through me. What the hell was he doing? My brain screamed at me to push his hand off, to tell him to never touch me again, but my body had other ideas. My nipples hardened, and I clenched my jaw in response. Traitor nipples.

I let out the breath I’d been holding, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. At least a minute had to have passed, and neither of us said anything, our breathing were the only sounds echoing in the still air of the study.

he said quietly. The sound of his voice broke the silence; I gasped silently and closed my eyes at the sound. I straightened my back, eyes facing forward. Slowly I turned, his hand moving with me, sliding to my hip. I looked down to meet his eyes, and he looked intently back at me.

More silence.

I could see his chest rising and falling; each breath deeper than the last. His thumb began to move, slowly sliding back and forth; his eyes never leaving mine.

Every one of my muscle was tensed in anticipation. I could feel the heat emanating from his hand, coursing through my body, and the moisture beginning to seep into my panties. With his eyes locked to mine, he began to slowly slide his hand lower. His fingers ran down my thigh, to the hem of my shorts. He moved it aside, curling his smooth hand around my thigh.

“What… what… what are you doing?” I stumbled over my words, my voice hoarse.

He let out a laugh and pulled back. “What do you think I’m doing? From your reaction, I think it’s pretty obvious, isn't it?"

I shook my head and stared at him mutely. No, it was not obvious. He was playing with me. But why? I tried to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his body. My breasts pressed hard against his chest. When my sensitive nipples brushed against the roughness of his shirt, I couldn’t keep from moaning.

Mr. Deangelo overwhelmed me. He scared me, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop my body from responding to his words and seductiveness. What was wrong with me?

But then a voice came to me as memories came rushing even during such an intense moment, "you're nothing but a piece of trash and the only thing you're useful for to anyone at all is to take your body. That's what you'll always be used for, your body!"

Salvatore.

"St... stop it. I started to say. I didn't want to be a sex toy to yet another dangerous man, to any other man at all. Most especially a man like Deangelo Ferrari." So I whimpered and shrank away.

He let go of me and I scrambled back to the wall, plastering myself against it. Mr Deangelo stared at me blankly. My harsh breathing filled the room and I was trembling. My legs were barely holding me up.

He stepped forward, but when I let out another cry, he stopped. “You are scared of me?" he said. "How can you be scared of me yet you react so eagerly like this to me? You want me, you like my touch, yet you're scared of me?" He added, speaking as if even he didn't understand what was happening.

I swallowed but didn’t say anything. I mean what could I say? Even I didn't understand myself.