Arabella covered her face with her hands and shook her head. She dragged in a staggering breath and blinked back the tears in her eyes. What happened a few seconds ago was beyond her and what she didn't think would. Sandro must think she was a slút now as he had gotten what he wanted- she screamed out his name whilst he pleasured her. It was the last thing she had wanted to do but at that instant, she couldn't stop or help herself. The desire that had coursed through her was intense and she had wanted more. Arabella bit her lower lip as her core tingled. The image of Sandro buried deep in her core emerged in her head. She wondered the length of his díck and how she'd have felt if he actually fúcked her. It was possible she wouldn't have accepted and might have screamed bloody murder. But at the same time, she was certain Sandro would have taken her by force. "Will you use the whole day to freshen up?" Arabella scrambled to her feet as Sandro banged on the door. Darting into the shower, she washed her essential body parts before concentrating on the least important ones. Still, she made sure she washed every part of her body before leaving the bathroom. A few minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel she found in the cabinet. She gazed around and tiptoed to where she had dropped her dress and halted as she heard a snap. Turning, her eyes collided with Sandro and she bit her bottom lip. Then she squatted and snatched her dress from the floor before turning her back to him. "Turn," Sandro ordered and she did. Her hand gripped the towel tighter as he scrutinized her. Sandro groaned. His díck hardened as he stared at her flushed face. Her white hair dripped with water and some got stuck on her face, making her look deliciously sexy. He took two steps towards her and halted, then dragged in a deep breath. The scent of the body wash she had used permeated his nostril and the urge to yank her into him filled him. His wolf stirred and whimpered but he clenched his hands. 'Not the time.' He grunted through a mind link. His wolf, Lace, rarely awoke. For a while now after assuming the mafia identity, he had assumed it was dead. Until Arabella's arrival. She made his wolf awake all the damn time. That didn't even piss him off, it was how Lace reacted to her scent whenever she was near. He didn't want Arabella. He didn't want anything to do with her. He desired to punish her for her father's sins and kill her afterward. However, the feeling stirring inside of him couldn't be ignored. "Sandro," Arabella mumbled. "I need to get…" "Call me master," Sandro growled. He stepped towards her and gripped her chin. His mouth was a distance away from her mouth and he smirked, "You are my slave, Arabella. So far you are still alive, call me master and nothing else." "Master," Arabella mumbled. She was tired of fighting him off. She was cold for having stood in nothing. She just wanted to have her clothes and curl up on her bed whilst thinking of her miserable life. But, she doubted it was happening anytime soon. "Say it again." Sandro urged. His hand tugged the edge of the towel and yanked it off her body. "You look even better each minute and I can't seem to take my eyes off you." The corner of his mouth crinkled as he smirked at her. His large palms fondled each breast and he sucked in a breath, watching her reaction. "Do you enjoy this too?" "Master." Arabella whimpered, shaking her head. She bit her lower lip and stared down at her feet. The tears she was trying to fight back were back in her eyes. She didn't want to cry but there was no way she could stop it if he kept making her look like a commodity. A fúcking cheap whóre he picked from the street. Sandro groaned, the way she bites her lip was slowly driving him over the edge. He desired to turn her over and fúck her until she became unconscious. But, he needed to be somewhere. It wasn't as if he couldn't miss the meeting, he needed to keep his reputation and as part of the code of conduct to obey, all appointments must be respected. "I need to put on my clothes," Arabella said, breaking him out of his thoughts. Sandro let go of her and walked toward his wardrobe. He brought out a box and shoved it into her hand. "Wear this. I chose what you wear." He said, walking back to the wardrobe. "Why are you doing this? You could just let me go…" "Never." Sandro snapped. He turned and glared at her. "If you try to escape, I'll kill you without hesitating. And if someone helped you to escape, I'll kill them as well." Arabella breathed out, she let her eyes wander away from Sandro's and to the wrapped box in her hand. Carefully, she plucked at the ribbon and slowly opened it. Her brows creased as she brought out an olive green dress. She donned it and stepped into the mirror. It was a pleated ruffled short skater mini dress with a sexy deep V-shaped neckline. She tugged at the thin strap and grimaced as it did nothing to hide her cleavage. Her breath hitched as she sensed Sandro at her back. He gripped her backside and pressed his arousal to her back. "You are fúcking sexy, Bella." "Please, let me go," Arabella mumbled. She gripped the vanity table and shut her eyes. "Why should I? Just give me a good reason and I might consider it." "I'm innocent." "Innocent?" Sandro guffawed. "You are fúcking flawed, Arabella. You are suffering from your father's Peccata!" He shoved her and her stomach slammed into the vanity table. Arabella let out a wince. "My father's sin is not mine. I do not know all this but I am suffering for it." "Esattamente!" Sandro exclaimed. He gripped her white hair, but not too tight to hurt her scalp. He sniffled and whispered in her ear, "My darling Bella, you are your father's daughter and his sin is yours. If you have any child, the child will suffer from the same as well and so will all the generations after you." "Why?!" Arabella sniffled, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Why me?!" "Because your father sinned and all his generation must pay for erring!" Sandro barked.