I'm not a wh*re

Sighing for the umpteenth time, Arabella gripped the handle of the car door.

She heaved a breath, and let her hand slide down again.

She peered through the closed window and back at the driver, "Do you know when Sandro would be coming out?"

"That, I don't know." Mr. Rex said.

He lifted his gaze from his phone and turned to face Arabella, "I'm sure he'll be with us soon. But, you don't need to be afraid. I promised to keep you safe."

Arabella drew in a staggering breath and slouched in the seat.

She had been in the car for four hours.

As soon as they got to the middle of nowhere, that was the only description she could give to her location as what she could see was only the swaying of trees and nothing.

Sandro had walked into the dense forest. She didn't know where exactly he went but she was certain he stopped at the large house she could see from where she sat.

Aside from Sandro's disappearance, what bothers her the most was the middle of the road they were in.

She heard howls of wolves from afar and the barking of dogs. They even got louder as she listened intently.

Her stomach did a flip flop and her heart thumped. She rubbed her clammy palms on the dress she donned as she wondered if Sandro had encountered a…

"No," She mumbled, shaking her head. As much as she loathed him, she didn't want him dead yet.

At least, he should suffer for his sin.

However, if he was dead, she wouldn't be saddened at all by it. Rather she'd be excited and jump at her freedom.

But she doubted if it would happen.

Sandro was a formidable opponent. He didn't look like someone who could back down easily without a fight.

Again, she believed anyone he faced, he'd come out victorious.

Arabella's ears twitched and she jumped as Mr. Rex shouted.

"What's wrong?" Her brows creased as she gazed at him.

"We are surrounded."

"By whom?"

As if to respond to her questions, something rammed into the car.

Arabella gasped and gripped the headrest of the passenger seat in front of her.

"What happened?" She asked as the car purred to life.

Mr. Rex drove like a maniac, ignoring her question.

"Are you trying to get me killed?!" Arabella screeched as the car stopped abruptly. "Where the fúck is Sandro and what is…"

"I'm here, darling," Sandro mumbled as he slid into the seat beside her.

She frowned and flinched whilst gazing at him with wide eyes.

"H-How did you…?" She stuttered, trailing off.

"Get here?" Sandro asked, completing her statement.

"Yes." Arabella nodded.

"It's not important," Sandro mumbled. He turned to Mr. Rex, "Drive us home."

"Sì," Mr. Rex said.

"Something happened back there, but I can't figure out what that is. I need some explanation." Arabella asked as Mr. Rex drove them home.

"Drop it," Sandro grunted.

"Why? Was someone coming after us?"

Sandro's eyes narrowed and he scowled. He didn't know the reason she kept asking when he told her not to.

It was all the stupid werewolves' fault. He was sure if they knew the car was his, they wouldn't have.

But then, he had a lot of enemies. At least, not in the territory he was in as it all belonged to him as the Alpha.

Sandro was the head of all the werewolves in Cooan. He was known as the leader of all Alphas and the title had been passed down from his ancestors to him.

He was sure the attacking werewolves had fled when they sensed him.

Moreover, he wondered what they wanted and what had attracted them to his car in the first place.

Sandro gripped Arabella's hand and dragged her into him. Instead of answering her question, his mouth went to her neck.

He placed hot tiny kisses on her delicate flesh whilst his free hand slid underneath the dress she donned.

"Stop, Sandro!" Arabella said firmly and attempted to push him.

Sandro clutched her hands and held them above her head. Despite the awkward position they assumed in the car, he didn't let go.

His long legs clamped over one of hers down whilst he covered her mouth with his.

"No," Arabella said, shaking his head.

"You'll only hurt yourself if you keep struggling."

Arabella gasped as Sandro not only bit on her bottom lip, he slid his hand into her wet fold!

She tried to nudge him off but he slipped a finger in her, making her melt into him.

"What do you call me?" Sandro rasped in her ear as he thrust in faster.

"Master!" Arabella shouted.

Involuntarily, she widened her thighs for him to get more access and her eyes rolled inside her head as pleasure surged through her.

She gripped his hand, her legs spasming and she panted.

"Sandro,"

"Master!' Sandro corrected.

Arabella shook her head, tears clouding her vision. "Please, stop."

Her mind didn't want him. Heck, she didn't want to do what he was doing to her and she had vowed not to respond but her body was betraying her over again.

"You want me, Arabella. Stop fighting it." Sandro said.

Arabella shook her head, "I do not."

"You have no choice to make. You are mine and I'll make sure to claim you tonight." Sandro vowed, going in for a kiss.

The car skidded to a halt.

Arabella heaved a breath as his finger slipped out of her. He stepped down from the car and strode inside whilst she jogged after him.

She was grateful for the interruption. At least, she had a lot of time to collect her thoughts and plan everything she needed before he would come to her tonight.

Arabella sighed as she climbed into the hot tub Janice had prepared for her. She shut her eyes and hummed.

The only thing she enjoyed about her prison-Sandro's house- was the warm bath she often had.

She never had the privilege when she lived alone.

"I can watch you forever this way."

Arabella's eyes snapped open and she stood from the jacuzzi. She sat back down as she realized she was naked.

She wondered how he had gotten in without her realizing it.

"What do you want, Sandro, can't I have a bath without an interruption from you? Do you have to invade my privacy each time just to satisfy your perverted mind?"

Arabella shot him a dirty look.

Sandro chuckled as he walked toward her.

He squatted near the jacuzzi and he caressed her cheek. His hand wandered from her cheeks to her breasts.

Arabella sucked in a deep breath as he rubbed her nipples before fondling her breasts. From her breasts, his hand moved lower to her stomach and her core.

"You enjoy this right? You are curious to see what I can do to make you want more?"

Arabella glared at him. "I enjoy nothing."

"Perhaps, this…" Sandro trailed off as his finger slipped into her.

His eyes twinkled as she gasped and jerked.

Arabella's eyes widened in shock and she attempted to stand but Sandro gripped her thigh.

"Just go with the flow." He mumbled.

"I am going with no flow, you are my foe."

"A foe willing to fúck a slut like you. You should be grateful darling and it's high time you stopped fighting."

Before she could help herself, Arabella slapped him hard on his cheek, "I am not a whóre!"

"Then, I'll make you one," Sandro said, yanking her out of the hot tub.