Chapter 16 Steamy content ahead After a long drive we reached Marco's place, it wasn't far but we had stopped a million times in random empty roads because of our conversations. I was completely fine and stable by the time we reached his house. For a moment, I believed that he was staying here in a hotel but sadly I was wrong, he had a whole apartment here which was furnished beautifully. However, it was a hotel apartment which meant it had services like a normal hotel. We both went inside together and he told me to stay a little further from him while he got his keys for the apartment. I didn't understand why he told me that but like normal it wasn't any of business. Maybe he wanted to make sure that no one knew that I had joined him for tonight. It was 12 pm at the night and my phone was still switched off. It didn't worry me since I already told Bruce that I would go to sleep. "Come, princess." He pulled his hand out and pressed the button on the elevator, I placed my hand over his and we went inside and all the way up to the 12th floor. The elevator was made of transparent glass so I could see the entire Las Vegas from the 12th floor. My eyes were stuck on the view. "This is so beautiful!" I said as I kept staring outside. I heard him let out a small laugh. "Don't laugh, it's my first time here and away from my town. I am really happy and excited." I pushed my hand over his chest and tried to stop him for laughing but he still continued. I noticed one thing he had a habit of, whenever he laughed or smiled, he always looked down. "I am sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. You were staring at the view for the entire 10 minutes we spend in this elevator!" Marco said before shoving his hands inside his jeans. "I was just admiring the view," I looked away from him and responded. Once we reached the 12th floor, he took my hand again and started to walk towards his apartment. When we stepped inside, he left my hand and I felt sad about it. I personally like it when he was holding my hand. The apartment was furnished very nicely and it seemed like room service was done a few hours ago. There was something that made me more excited and it was the bottle of wine I saw on the table. I went towards it and looked it, it was red wine and underneath that there was a whole bucket of ice that kept the wine cold. "That isn't for you," Marco said as he picked it up and placed it inside the fridge. I felt heartbroken when he did that. "But you said that I can drink how much I want with you," I stated his words. He went inside his room and I followed him back. I was in a mood to drink tonight but he wasn't allowing me to. The room was a dark shade of gray, everything was everything, there was a big bed in the corner of the room, the balcony was so up high that I could admire that view all over again. "Did I say that? I don't really remember." He replied, he stood in front of a table and then he started to drop all of things. Which included his car keys, the apartment keys, his phones and my phone as well. "Yes, you did. You told me I could drink!" I exclaimed. His back was turned towards me so I couldn't see him, he kept silent and he didn't respond to me. "Hello, I am talking to you." I placed my hand over his shoulder and only then he turned around. He had a grin rubbed on his face, he folded his hands across his chest and stood there. "Well, show me your ID card please?" He asked me politely. I opened my purse and pulled out my fake ID card and then I handed it over to him. He took it and then he threw it on the bed. "That's a fake one, do you know the punishment of having a fake ID?" He asked, he had a dominant tone. I quickly shook my head and said no. "You are not allowed to drink until the age of 21 and last time I remember, you told me you were 19. Two years more then you can drink." He explained. We had a distance between us so I walked towards him and responded. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "See, you are wrong there, 21 is the age for drinking publicly in bars and clubs but when you are 18, it is legal to drink." He sighed, "Well, smarty pants, you win." Yay! "Yes, now do I get that red wine?" I asked while thinking about it. First of all, I was thirsty and secondly I was in a mood to be drunk and that red wine was perfect. It wouldn't get me that drunk but just enough for the night. "No," "Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows together in anger and asked. "Because, I need your parents approval before I give you anything." He said. Right now he was just making unnecessary excuses to not give me that bottle. "I am not underage!" I exclaimed. "Still no," he said. I had a plan and I knew it was going to work. I went ahead and placed a gentle kiss on his cheeks. "Now?" "No," he responded with a no again. Next I kissed on his lips but he shook his head again. I think he was determined to not give me the wine. "If you keep doing this, I'll give you something else instead of that bottle." He pulled my body towards his, until our bodies touched and then he whispered that into my ears. He started to kiss my ears first then he followed down to my neck again, he pulled my hair to the other side and slammed my body into his again before kissing my neck. He placed wet kisses and trailed them down to my collarbone. Maybe this would work better than wine. His fingers went back to my dress and in a swift moment, he unzipped my dress and gently pulled it down until it didn't reach the floor. I stood in front of just in my undies, the cold breeze hit the naked parts of my body. He trailed his finger down my naked back. His touched made me shiver for a moment. The hair on my skin started to rise. I wanted a kiss. "Look at you, you are so f*****g beautiful." He stated before placing his hand around my neck and pushing me back on the bed. I landed on it with a thud. My breathing started to get heavier and heavier. He began to place kisses over my body, at first he was gently but then he started to get aggressive. His finger nails sunk into my thick flesh as he violently placed kisses over my stomach. My insides started to get heated. It felt like the kisses on my stomach were going to leave bruises. I moaned when he started to get more feisty. "You are driving me crazy," he groaned as he grabbed my legs and pulled them closer towards him. He went down towards my thighs and before I knew, he bit me. "Ouch," I sobbed and he stopped, he turned his attention towards me. He pulled me back up by my hair and then glared into my eyes. "Awh, my little princess has so less pain tolerance?" He asked more like stated an obvious fact. "No, I don't, I have high pain tolerance." I said and he laughed. "Let's see," he pulled my face closer and kissed me hardly, a vast amount of pain went across my lips but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed when someone kissed me roughly. I placed my hand on his chest and gladly kissed him back. He went more aggressive as every second passed by but I didn't pull away. For a second, I pulled away and gasped for some air before we started to kiss again. I jumped over his lap and he grabbed my ass with both his hands and squeezed it tightly. I moaned underneath his touch. I placed my hand on his face and gently rubbed his beard while he kissed me, using my other hand, I started to unbutton the rest of his shirt which surprised him. He pulled away and waited for me to remove it completely before we crashed our lips again into another bloody kiss. My fingers went down from his neck to his abs, without doubt he had an amazing body. My eyes were shook for a second but I was to lost in the kiss that I didn't stare at it like a creep. I broke the kiss immediately when a metal piece touched my hands. I grabbed it and pulled it out from his jeans and looked at it with shock. I gasped and moved away from him. He had a gun. "Wendy, give it." Marco tried to take the gun away from me but I was quick enough to jump away from him and his hands. I looked down at the gun, it was small but completely loaded with bullets. "Why do you have a gun?" I asked as I crawled away from him slowly. He tried to get it from me a couple times but didn't succeed. "It's for protection!" He exclaimed. "Give it to me," he continued. He reached out to me again but this time I aimed the gun at him. I didn't knew how to use a gun neither I had any idea on how to load the bullets but my smart ass thought of a great plan. "Stop," I said while pointing the gun at him and he stopped. We were still on the bed and I was laying down, trying to get away from him. I got up from my position and went to him. "Don't touch the gun, okay." I said, I sat back over him and placed my hands over behind his neck. "Now, kiss me, softly." I ordered. He placed a soft kiss on my bruised lips. "So you are playing with me?" He asked, he knew that I was yet he still asked me. "No, no, who said I am? If you don't listen to me and if you don't fulfill my needs then I will shoot you right here." I explained to him. I placed the gun over the left side of his chest where his heart was. "Oh, really, you are going to shoot me?" He asked, surprised. "Yes, right here, boom and you'll be dead." I acted out the whole scene from him and he nodded his head. "I am so scared, Wendy." "Don't be scared, just fulfill my needs and I'll free you. I want a hickey here," I ordered, moving the gun from his chest and onto my chest. I showed him where I wanted. "Here?" He placed his finger on it and I nodded my head. "Come on, fast, fast." I said. He started to gently kiss that part of my chest, he knew that part was sensitive so if he did too hard it would hurt me. I moaned when he started to suck it, this was a different kind of excitement that I never left. I felt the insides of me tighten up as he bit harder. My breaths were quick and moans echoed across the room, I closed my eyes and my fingers were wrapped around his hair. I pushed his head and he went more harder. I moaned again, louder this time when he grabbed my breast and squeezed it tightly. The pleasure was endless but it soon stopped. He threw me on the bed and grabbed the gun away from me, he got over me and pulled my hair. "Aren't you a bad girl," he whispered to me before placing the gun on breasts. I looked down and replied, "You won't shoot me," "Why would you think that? You don't know what I'm capable of doing." He said, tugging on my hair a little harder. I yelped when he did that. "Okay, I am sorry, I was just joking. I am sorry." He was right, I didn't knew what he was capable of doing. He had a gun with him which would have been enough to terrify me but it didn't until now. "No, bad girls get punished, now turn around!" He ordered. His voice was loud enough for me to hear but yet I didn't obey his orders and when I didn't do that, he turned me around by himself. "Put your hands on the back," he said again, this time he sounded more angry. Like he was serious about it. He grabbed my hair again and pulled my face towards him. "Wendy, f*****g obey me!" He yelled, he loaded the gun in front of my face. I jumped when he did that. The gun didn't scare me, he did. I turned my both hands behind my back and his fingers left my hair. I turned my face to the mattress and let my hair fall over it, slowly I started to sob and cry but I didn't make a sound. He grabbed both of my hands and tied them up with chains. I literally could feel my heart crawling out of my heart. I was terrified and scared, I didn't knew what to do. It felt like everything repeated in front of my eyes again. Those memories rushed back into my head, I cried so much that I could feel my own wet tears above the mattress. "This is what bad girls get," he said before slapping my ass. I didn't jump or struggle, I wasn't allowed to or else he would have gone harder. "I am sorry, master." I sobbed, my body was trembling with endless fear. I felt a pull on my hand and I pulled back up by him. "Wendy, I didn't tell you to call me master." He said. My eyes were shut closed, I was just shaking and shivering. I felt him cup my face. "Wendy, look at me and don't cry." He said, softly this time. "I'm sorry, master." I couldn't stop crying. "Open your eyes and look at me, I didn't say you to call me master, what's wrong?" He wiped away my tears and removed all the hair out of my face. "Princess?" When I heard that then only I opened my eyes to see Marco in front of me and not him. It wasn't the reality. My eyes widened as I stared at him. I fell on his chest and he pulled me closer and removed my handcuffs and then hugged me. "What happened?" He asked. I sobbed and pulled him closer to me. "Shush, it's okay. I am sorry, I didn't knew that it would affect you so much. I swear I was just joking, I don't what to say, I thought it wouldn't hurt you." He whispered to me. For the next couple hours we stayed silent. Marco put me in one of his shirts that reached my thighs so I wasn't naked anymore. I rested my head over his chest throughout the night, thinking about what happened earlier. The scene was stuck in my head. I didn't expect that from Marco. But I wanted to blame myself for driving him to that point. It wasn't his fault. I was the one who started it and I had it coming, I should have known. We spend the rest of the night just looked outside the window. I couldn't sleep and neither he slept, he didn't ask me anything until now. It was almost 4am in the morning and soon the darkness would go away and the sun would be back up. "You had a master?" He finally broke the silence and asked. "Yes," I replied. "He forced you?" "Yes," "The person you only had s*x with?" "Yes," "He r***d you?" "Yes," I sobbed. Marco just comforted me by gently playing with my hair. "I wouldn't say r**e because he forced me into s*x every single day for two months." I continued. I never spoke about this to anyone except Bruce, he was the one who had saved me from that monster or else I would be still stuck with him. "I'm sorry, Wendy, I didn't knew that." He got up and pulled me up too. A blanket covered us both and my naked legs as well. He moved away from me like he didn't want me anymore. "I didn't knew that all, I swear, if I knew, I would have never touched you." Marco said and that just disappointed me more. "Because I am impure?" "No, Jesus, no. I didn't mean that. Everyone is impure, even I am not a virgin. I meant that everything we did previously and tonight must've hurt you right? I was hurting you right?" He asked. I rushed towards him and grabbed his hands. "No, you didn't hurt me. I like what we had, I liked kissing you and I liked it when you touched me." I placed his hand on my face and looked at him. "I am sorry, Wendy." "No, no it's my fault, my stupid past." I hit my hand across my head a couple times. I hated how my past started to affect my present. He grabbed my hand and pulled it down. "f**k, don't hit yourself. Whatever happened, wasn't your fault, neither it will ever be. Do you understand?" I nodded my head. "I don't care about your past, who was in it or who wasn't. How many guys you have s****l relation with or how many you didn't. I don't care. I care about now, I care about you right now. I want you! And if you give me your consent then that is only when I'll touch you or else I am never going to force you to anything. 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