Caged By Him

Chapter 5: Torture and affection

Tristan's POV:

Waking up, my eyes land on her. My angel, my queen, the future Mrs Tristan Black. She doesn't know it yet though. I'll give her time to adjust to being here, then I'll introduce her to my family. I am certain my mom will love her. She's quite the beauty, in more ways than one.

She's mine. I get to touch her, sleep next to her, do whatever I have in mind with her. But not quite yet, I'll wait till we're married.

Staring up at her, I notice every single detail. f**k, she looks stunning even when she's asleep. Her red plump lips slightly parted, her long eyelashes caressing her cheeks, her long hair engulfing her bare shoulders. I don't think I have enough patience. I want to claim her lips, I want to take her right now. But I won't, not until we're married.

I've no problem with stripping her down, laying her on the bed and show her how much I can pleasure her. But she wouldn't want that, not yet. I'll never take a woman against her will. I'm better than that.

In the Mafia, I get praised for not being a r****t. Being the most powerful leader in the underworld, people respect me for it. But to be honest, I don't deserve to be praised for something like that. It's humanitary, it's what a real man does.

I know she wouldn't want to be intimate with me, not now. She needs time to get used to me, get used to living with me. I respect her too much to force myself on her. She doesn't deserve that.

I got to say I wasn't expecting her to resist me. I always saw her as a quiet person. She kept begging me to go home, and that's what made me angry. I can't have anyone push my limits. I had to show her who's boss.

I get hard when I remember what I did to her, how I s*****d her . God, her soft screams, her whimpers, her porcelain skin is so easily bruised. How she was begging me and screaming my name, knowing I'm in control.

Now, I'm not some softie who's waiting for a girl until marriage. Believe me, I had my fun. But Aurora, she's different so I'll wait for her. I can read her like a book and she's the kind of person who saves themselves till they get married. She's pure and innocent.

Sitting up on the bed, careful not to wake her up, I stand and make my way to the bathroom then turn on the shower dials. That'll sort my s**t. I'm f*****g stressed.

Fucking bastards trying to take my place, planning attacks on me. I need to focus on that. I've to keep everything in place. Aurora will stay here where I want her. She's safe here, I'll make sure of it. s**t, that reminds me, her former boss is still in the f*****g basement. I'll make sure to pay him a visit later. At least mother and Isaac aren't here. One last thing I have to worry about. They're under dad's protection for now.

Getting out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and make my way to the walk-in closet. I pick out a white dress shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. Rolling up the sleeves of the shirt and leaving some of the upper buttons undone. It's hot today, so I'm not wearing a jacket. This will do for today.

I walk out of the closet and go into the bedroom. Only to find Aurora already awake, sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes. She looks sleepy.

I walk closer to her and she flickers her blue eyes to me. "Are you good?" I ask her and she nods.

"Good morning." She replies softly. f**k, how I wanna wake up to her voice every day for the rest of my life. So f*****g angelic.

"Morning, angel. Did you sleep well?" I question, walking even closer to her.

"Mhmm." She hums, in that angelic voice of hers.

"Go shower then downstairs for breakfast." I say and she obeys. Hmm, good girl.

I walk over to the dresser, to grab my phone when I hear her call out for me.

"Tristan? Can I-um pick up some stuff from my apartment?" She asks as I stare at her. "I-It's just some very meaningful stuff to me. I-I would really appreciate it if I can retrieve them. I'll bring them back here, I promise just please don-" She rambles on. She looks scared, as if I'm going to say no to her.

"Sure, I'll go with you. I need to assure you'll come back here. Meet me downstairs when you're done." I watch her face light up and she scurries back to the bathroom.

I make my way downstairs, greeted by my men. I walk into the kitchen to find Claire and the other maids preparing breakfast.

"Morning, sir." Laura, one of the maids greets as I stride in with my men.

"Listen up." I raise my voice, catching all the maids' attention. "I want you all to assist Aurora with everything she needs. Don't decline any of her requests. Got it?" I command and they all nod.

"Boss, it needs to be done soon." Elijah states, making my attention go to him as we all walk into the dining room.

"I'm on it. Jonas, you and Holden are on guard. Kane, you and Alex are going to go out the back. Make sure you knock everyone out, f*****g kill them if you have to. That's when me and Elijah will go in. I want their boss, alive. Got it?" I glare at them and they all nod. "Tell all the other men to gear up, get the guns, amo, everything we need. We can't f**k this up." I command, standing up. They all stand up and stride out to do their work.

After eating breakfast, I stand next to the stairs, my eyes on my phone. Not a minute later, she descends. Her hair down, her face bare and natural, wearing a baby blue dress and white sandals. f*****g hell, my eyes eat her up. This woman manages to look good whenever.

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We're in the back of the car on our way to her old apartment. I lean back on the leather chair, spreading my legs as I watch her. I f*****g love the way she moves, everything she does. Fidgetting with her fingers as she looks down at her lap, she must've felt my eyes on her. She looks up at me, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"It happened two years ago." I state, referring to the question she asked me yesterday night. She blinks up at me, wondering what I'm talking about.

"I was driving by and I saw you. I wanted you, and now I have you." I add and she frowns.

"H-how do you know my name?" She asks.

"I did my researches." I reply.

"W-what do you plan to do with me?" She asks in a shaky voice.

"What do you mean?" I question.

"Are you going to do stuff to me? Against my will?" She asks, slightly scared and I chuckle. She's so innocent.

"I'd never do that. You can relax, love." I say and she looks relieved.

"Aurora, you do know that even if you run away, I'll always find you. Right?" I hum, raising my brow, waiting for her to respond.

She just nods.

"Hmm, good girl." I praise her. She needs to f*****g know that she's to spend the rest of her life with me.

Reaching her apartment, I wait for her as she gets in and collects her things. After that, I took her back home, and put one of my men on duty to guard her.

Now, it's time for me to pay a little visit to Henry.

I go down to the basement, and he's suspended from his arms, his legs spread and chained. Time to have some fun.

I grab a hold of my knife and jam it into his hand. "Wake up, motherfucker." I snap.

He screams loud and I slap him. Gripping into his jaw. "Shut the f**k up or I'll make you."

"NOOO!! HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME." He yells and I punch his jaw.

"You're not making things easy for yourself." I shake my head whilst chuckling. It's humourous how he thinks he'll walk out of here alive. 

"Why are you doing this? I have a wife, don't hurt me, please." He pants and I sadistically chuckle.

"Is this 'wife' of yours aware of your perverted activities? Did she ever cross your mind when you harassed my fiancée?" I scoff as I pace around him, my head bowed and my hands behind my back.

"W-what do you mean? Who are you? I don't know your fiancée. Please, leave me alone." He pleads. f*****g liar.

"So the name Aurora Shaw doesn't ring a bell to you?" I question, raising a brow at him. His expression is blank.

"N-no? I don't know who that is." He stutters, trying to break loose.

"You really f****d up Henry." I smirk at him. "I would've ended you quickly but you lied to me. You know what happens to liars, don't you?" He's quick to shake his head.

Taking a hold of the pliers, I stalk next to him. Grabbing a hold of his jaw and forcing his mouth open as he cried out, shaking his head, struggling to get away.

I force his tongue out as his screams echo through the room. I pinch the pliers around his tongue and start pulling. He screams louder and I slap him, making him immediately lower his voice. I pull harder and harder till I hear a snap, and his tongue in my hand, between the pliers. His blood on my forehead and dribbling from him mouth. He looks at me then at my hand, holding on to the pliers. while I wipe his blood from my forehead.

He starts panicking and crying. f*****g music to my ears.

"Don't cry Henry, we're just beginning. You see, if you hadn't lied to me I wouldn't have done this. I would've given you the easy way out." I mischievously state, walking to the chair where all the tools are. I put the pliers down. "We've got to do something about those hands. Don't you think?" I say as I grab a hammer and walk over to him.

"Those hands have touched what's mine. And as you can see I'm not pleased." I state. "You knew she didn't f*****g want you. Look at yourself, you disgusting fucker. Why would she ever want you?" I question.

"Any last words?" I pause. "Oh, that's right. I forgot you can't talk." I scoff.

I grab his hand and start smashing his bones with the hammer, I can feel them cracking and he cries vigorously.  His cries come out like pleads. But I'm not stopping.

He's made her cry. I'll make him die.

Dropping the hammer to the ground, I take a hold of my chainsaw. I look up at him and he's sobbing. His head bowed, panting as he scrunches his face in pain. He's about to pass out so I'm going to have to be quick.

I turn it on and start sawing through his hands. His yells piecing my ear drums. His blood shooting everywhere but I show no mercy. I do the same with his other hand.

Suddenly, only the sound of the chainsaw can be heard. I flicker my eyes to his face and he's out. He's passed out on me. I drop the chainsaw and wipe my forehead. Since I'm in a good mood today, I think that'll be enough for him. I stride out of there with a smirk on my face.

Aurora's POV:

I'm sitting in the garden, reading one of my favourite books. The weather is beautiful today. The sun is shining on the flowers, making them look even more aesthetically pleasing.

I'm starting to get extremely bored though. He won't even let me out of the house. I hate him. I'm going to find a way out of this place soon. I just need to find an opportunity.

God, help me.

A bit later, I shut my book and make my way to the stairs. I notice two maids sweeping the floors. I lightly smile at them but they roll their eyes and turn away. Disappointed, I bow my head and walk up the stairs. I really just want someone to talk to. I feel so lonely.

I open the door to the room and close the door behind me. Not a second later, Tristan emerges from the bathroom, completely naked. He got his head bowed as he dries his hair with a towel. Driplets of water running down his perfectly ripped torso. He's very muscular, but in a handsome way. My eyes go to his member. I've never seen one before, it's really big.

Realizing that I'm standing there staring at him. I immediately bow my head, a blush creeping into my cheeks as I make my way out of the room. I must've not counted my steps because as soon as I look up. My face comes in contact with the door and I fall to the ground in a thud.

Leave it to me to make every single encounter an embarassing moment.

As soon as I fall down, I notice Tristan rushing over to me. "Aurora? Love, are you okay?" He questions, his voice laced in worry, fear even. I bring my hand to my head and put it on my forehead, hissing in pain.

I see Tristan bending over, putting one arm under my thighs and another on my back, scooping me in his arms and carrying me bridal style to the bed. I unconsciously place my hand on his bare chest as he looks down at me.

He lays me down and says " I'll be right back, love. Stay still." With that he rushes into the closet then comes back wearing a pair of black boxers. He towers over me and cups my cheek. "Are you hurt, baby?" He asks and I shake my head. "You need to be more careful next time, love. I don't want anything happening to you. You hear me?" He questions and I nod.

He goes to the other side and climbs up the bed, stalking like a predator and I'm the prey. My heart beats vigorously against my chest. He balances himself on his hands, trapping me between his arms as he hovers over me. He lowers his face towards mine and I immediately turn my face to the side, not wanting to look at him. I can't help but blush every single time I'm close to him, and I don't want him to notice that. But he puts his finger under my jaw and turns my face to face his, my eyes meeting his.

His eyes are very captivating. His face is sculpted to the gods. Overall, he's very attractive. He might be the most handsome man I've ever seen, but he's not a good person. Although, I can't help but like his touch. I'm very inexperienced and this is the closest thing I've had to affection. My timidity gets the best of me.

"Don't look so scared, love. I won't hurt you." He whispers against my lips.

He then dips his head in my neck and starts kissing it, I gasp when he sucks on the skin.

"Tr-Tristan." I moan and he groans to that, he drags his hand down to my waist, giving it a light squeeze. He inches them lower and settles them on my thighs, hoisting them up and wrapping them around his hips. He traces kisses on my jaw going all the way to my collarbone. He keeps making his way down and leaves wet kisses on my chest.

"You smell amazing, angel." He inhales my scent and I bite on my lower lip, careful not to make a sound. I'm really scared.

He removes his face from my chest and moves closer to my face, caressing my cheek. "Let me taste your lips, my love." He murmurs, his eyes looking at my parted lips as I breathe heavily. He comes even closer, his lips touching mine. I don't move. Do I really want to give my first kiss to him?

"Tristan, I-I never ki-" I softly mutter, but before I can finish he shushes me. "Shh, baby I know. I f*****g know." He whispers in his deep voice, his breath fanning my lips.

Without a warning, his lips mould with mine and I hum against him. He devours my lips whilst I stay still. I don't know how to kiss. I felt his tongue asking for entrance which I grant submissively. He massages his tongue with mine but then he pulls out. "Won't you kiss me back, my love?" He breathes out and kisses me again, this time I lightly move my lips against him, my hands on my side next to my head. He slides his hand across my arm and finally holds each my hands to each side.

I quickly realize what I'm doing, I'm giving my first kiss to my kidnapper. I'm such a messed up person. I soon pull out and sigh out as he pecks my forehead. "Is everything alright?" He asks and I shake my head. "Tell me what's wrong, baby." He demands as he wipes my lower lip dry.

"I-I have a headache." I state and he's quick to get off me and walk beside the bed I'm still laying in, swiftly pulling me up and wrapping his arms around my waist.

He puts his hand on the side of my head and says. "Let's go downstairs and get you an icepack for your head." He says before holding my hands and walking me out of the room.

Phew, crisis averted.