Mistress OF The Villain

The moon is bright outside the window, a gust of wind flew into the room making the red and white curtains wave in the air ,the heart shaped candles flickered and the red rose petals on the bed scattered ruining the love shape they were assembled in . Click! The lights in the room were turned on and the entire room was illuminated. A man was sitting on the sofa wearing a black Armani shirt with the sleeves rolled up .He has a cigarette in one hand and the other hand is placed leisurely on the head of the sofa, a small white switch in his hand and with a tap of his finger the lights went out again. Another tap turned the lights on and he took a puff of the cigarette and exhaled a gust of smoke. His eyes roamed around the room as an imperceptible emotion flashed through his eyes and his lips curled up into a cruel smile. His grey eyes shone coldly as he tilted his head and glanced at the woman standing in front of him, shivering periodically.. Hatred filled his eyes and his lips parted. "Strip!" He ordered. The order sounded harsh to Larissa and she hugged herself causing her flimsy maroon gown to ride up her thighs. Her gaze flickered to the room, the heart shaped candles, roses, balloons , white sheets spread on a spacious bed and her wedding dress that laid on the couch, the white fabric peaking out of its package, all said a different story from the humiliation she was about to face. Trembling, she unfolded her arms and placed one hand on the strand of the gown and removed it from her shoulder before letting it drop on the floor of the same room she was supposed to enter as a bride but was now reduced to a mistress. "Don't act all innocent, you are my w***e now, be quick," he further commanded condescendingly. Tears of humiliation sprang to her eyes Yet she was helpless against him. After all he has the lifeline of her family in his hand . Slowly she placed her hand on the hook of her bra, the material made a soft thud as it fell to the ground. She wiped her tears before she removed the last layer of clothing on her body. Her brown tear filled eyes gazed at the man in front of her . "Silas, please reconsider this , she pleaded for the umpteenth time since the morning. Silas slowly stood up , extinguishing the cigarette in his hand on the small plate on the coffee table before striding towards her. He stopped right in front of her, his hand reaching for her chin, he tilted her face so that she is looking at him and exhaled a gust of smoke on her face . "As my mistress, the only time I want your mouth to open is when I shove my c**k down your throat, is that clear?" he demanded angrily. Anger blazed in her eyes as she took in the words of the man in front of her. He met her eyes as his head dipped, his lips connected with hers . He roughly moved his lips against hers , dipping his tongue between her parted lips. Larissa shut her eyes tightly, not out of shyness but disgust! Unfortunately she had to respond even if she didn't want otherwise he will kill her brother in a second and so she did. She responded as passionately as she could without exploding out of anger. After a few seconds he pulled away and pushed her away. Thud! Her body made a loud thud as it collided with the ground . "Surprisingly, for a lying adulterous b***h , you taste good almost as if you are made to be a w***e," he mockingly commented. She flinched at how vulgar his words sounded and how they pierced her heart like a sharp arrow. "Get up and get on the bed," he ordered while his cold eyes narrowed on her naked form on the ground. She hesitantly turned her face to the bed and took a deep breath while her heart pounded fearfully in her chest . She knows once she gets on the bed, all this is going to be real. She will really and officially become Silas' Mistress. Not that it is not official after all she signed papers to sell herself to him. The same papers that are vaguely visible from the inside pocket of his suit jacket that has been casually placed on the sofa he was just sitting on . "Get on the bed and spread your legs, he commanded once again." "Don't Make Me Repeat Myself, he ordered in a low dangerous voice when she didn't move. She shivered at his cold tone and stood up reluctantly. Humiliation clawed at her as she walked in front of him to the bed while he leaned on a nearby wall with his legs and arms crossed. A gust of wind flew in and the cold air made goosebumps appear throughout her body , she quickly hugged herself more aware of their difference. She walked naked and disgraced while he leisurely leaned against a wall fully clothed and thoroughly in control. She got on the bed, followed his order and shamefully spread her legs. He slowly walked to her and stood by the bed as if examining his possession. She turned her face away and clenched her fists tightly. He removed his shirt and pants while gazing at her with hatred. She had ruined his family and now it was his turn to ruin her! He got on the bed ready to defile her and ready to ruin everything she held dear. Slowly he got on top of her and dipped his head and lightly bit her neck . "This is just the beginning, you have no idea what I have in store for you," he whispered against her ear as he sucked on her neck.