Chapter 5
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Chapter 5
Isabella felt cold. Sandro saw all the feelings going through her, and he couldn't help but laugh because he knew she was scared of him.
He thought she had to feel that way. At least, that was the only way to show her that what he said to her father before was true.
Sandro put one hand on each side of her head, making a cage around her.
"Princess, what is it?"
His voice was a deep baritone that stroked her body.
Isabella's lips tingled in response to him, and she bit her lower lip hard before letting out a wince.
"Is a feast too small a way to celebrate your welcome, or do you want to tell me something?" Sandro scowled as he looked at her face.
He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he just couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was pretty even though she didn't try. Even though she had just woken up from her nap, he thought she was very hot, which made him even more angry.
Her hair was naturally platinum yellow, not dyed like so many others he had seen.
She looked up at him with her bright blue eyes, as if she could see right into his soul.
He was sure that she looked good because of her mother, not because of her father.
He saw that they were getting ready to cry. She did her best to hold back the tears.
He had no choice. His hand wanted to touch her face, but he stopped himself and muttered under his breath.
The chick was making his body do things. His f***ing betraying body!
Isabella said, "Let go of me." She made a face and shook her head.
She wanted the words to be strong, but they were not as strong as she had hoped.
He grabbed her chin and growled, "You should f*cking beg me!" "You should f*cking bow down to me, w***e!"
Isabella sucked hard on her lip. She glanced at him and saw that he was still looking at her.
"Do you want me to force you to grovel?"
He made the words sound s****l even though they shouldn't have.
Her leg was about to give out, and she felt more weak in the middle.
She mumbled, "P-please, let me go." She looked down.
Sandro slapped his hands on the rough wall above her head, making her jump. He said, "I didn't hear a word, chick."
"You should make it a little louder, because I might let you off the hook if you do."
"Yes, please..."
Sandro threw back his head and laughed out loud. "That's more like it. I can smell fear, and I like those feelings."
She jerked back and widened her eyes when he took a gun out of his leather jacket.
"Are you really going to kill me?"
He put the gun to her head and mumbled, "Of course." "Did you think I'd let you off easy?!"
Isabella turned her head no. She winced and gripped her chest as her heart pounded. Her heart started to beat faster, and she started sniffling and crying.
She couldn't help being weak. But the bástárd in front of her made things even worse.
She was afraid of dying. She didn't want to die, but when Sandro pointed the gn at her head, she thought her luck was over.
"Don't kill me! Please!"
Sandro laughed and said, "Do you think I'll let you off because you cried? For all I know, those tears are fakes."
His attitude changed quickly. He wasn't the fun-loving guy he seemed to be a moment ago.
His beautiful face was scrunched up, and he sneered as he reached for her waist-length white hair.
He asked, "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" and then shook his head.
Vanilla and Strawberry, Sandro's nose puffed up as he sniffed her hair in his hands.
The smell that reminded him of her was both sweet and naughty.
"Cara mia, that would never happen."
Isabella let out a gasp when Sandro put his body against hers. She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head while pointing the gun at her face.
Isabella tightly closed her eyes as the gun went off. She took a deep breath and bit her tongue as she said her last prayer to herself.
Even though she couldn't think of anything, she wished he would spare her and not do the bad things he was planning.
"You know, I really wanted to kill you, but what would be the fun in that?" He laughed and used the gn's handle to wipe the tears off her face.
"Do you want to know what I'll do to you, Bella?" When he said her name, his voice had a thick Italian accent.
He used the tip of his finger to tilt her chin, making sure she kept looking at him.
Sandro said, "Look at me, Tesoro."
Isabella turned her head no. But she didn't open her eyes.
"I want you to look at me, dammit!" he grunted as he grabbed her chin roughly.
"Open your eyes or you're going to be sorry right now!"
Isabella jerked back, and as her eyes opened, her eyelashes brushed against her face.
Her blue balls and his sea-green balls hit each other.
"I have a lot of ways to punish you," he said, looking at her body with a possessive eye.
"You should be glad I'm being kind to you. But it can make you wish for death, and you'll never get it. Do you know why?"
Isabella turned her head no. She did not like the man she was looking at. Leonardo Le Enzo was not someone she liked.
She wanted to get away from him quickly. If possible, away from the surface of the land. But she was sure that he would find her no matter where she went.
"My darling, Bella," Sandro said, stroking the pointy part of her chin. "Because I am death itself," he said.
Isabella shook when she heard how cool his voice was. Maybe death was better, or maybe she should have wished for it because she didn't think she could open her legs for him.
Being her enemy's s*x slave was the worst sentence she could imagine. Worse than having a gun go off in your head.
She took the gun, put it to her head, and said, "Kill me!"
"I'll never go to sleep with a man like you!"
Sandro yelled, "Do not yell at me!" He put his hand on her neck.
Isabella coughed, and she hit him on the shoulder and said, "S-Stop."
Sandro let go of her and looked at her. "Be glad I'm willing to make you my slave," he said.
"Séx slave," grunted Isabella.
"There are a lot of women who are begging to be in your shoes."
Isabella was shaking. She really wanted to smack him hard in the face, but she worried that would get her into trouble.
"What do you have against me? I haven't done you any wrong!"
"Darling, you are paying for the sins of your father."
Again, tears made it hard for her to see, but she tried to clear them away. She didn't want him to see her crying. It made her look even weaker than she really was, and he was having a great time with it.
"You should get to know the room because your punishment starts today, and I wouldn't want to be caught off guard." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving her to stare after him.
Isabella let out a sigh and fell onto the bed. She closed her eyes as she thought about what to do.
She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to be his séx slave.
She wondered if there was a simple way out of the situation she was in.
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