Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Sofiya
The house Dimitri rented is on a hill, overlooking the ocean, surrounded by olive trees. The house itself is decorated in whites and blues with a breezy, ocean vibe to it. If I loved my husband, this would be the perfect place for a honeymoon.
But I don’t love him. In fact, I’m afraid of him.
Dimitri shows me around the villa, from the kitchen to the living room to the bathroom and lastly, the bedroom. A large king bed is in the middle of the spacious room with views of the ocean and large windows that let in a soft breeze. It’s something out of paradise.
The man behind me though is something straight out of a nightmare.
I can feel Dimitri’s presence right behind me. The warmth of his skin. The sturdiness of his body. The strength he exudes. The power.
“It’s time to get you out of this dress.” His fingers skim along my arms, sending goosebumps over my skin.
I inhale sharply. “What if I’m not ready to be intimate yet?”
“You still need to get out of this dress. You can’t live in your wedding dress forever. I paid someone to bring our luggage ahead of us.” He nods to wear a suitcase is settled against the wall.
“But I didn’t pack anything. I didn’t even know I was coming here.”
“I told your father I wanted to surprise you with this trip, so he made sure to pack a bag filled with your clothes.”
“So my father knows I’m here?”
Dimitri’s response is low and dark. “Do you think I kidnapped you to bring you here? Of course your father knows. He wouldn’t have appreciated his daughter being brought to a different country without his knowledge.
Not that he has any say over you anymore.
You’re mine, Sofiya. Mine to do with as I please. ”
“Including… raping me?” My mouth is dry. It’s a miracle I can get the words out at all.
He comes around me to look into my eyes. “I won’t rape you. I want you to come to my bed, begging for me. But I am getting you out of this dress. I am your husband now. We should become… comfortable around each other.”
“But you want to break me down. You said so yourself. I’m terrified of you.” Now that I’m well and truly alone with Dimitri, my panic is rising, which is making me blurt out everything on my mind.
“Good. I want you to be scared. I want you to know that you can never leave me. That I’m in control of your life now, Sofiya. But I will not rape you. You have my word on that. I’ve never done that to a woman.”
“But you torture people. You said so yourself.”
“Yes. People who have wronged me. People who need to be taught a lesson. Right now, you haven’t wronged me.
But you do need to be taught a lesson.” He walks back around me, which I hate.
At least when I can see him, I know what he’s going to do.
But without seeing him, he’s even more of a mystery than he already is.
Dimitri’s hands find the buttons at the back of my dress. I inhale sharply as he begins to unbutton each one, so slowly, taking his sweet time, like he wants to savor this moment for as long as he can.
I’m barely breathing. I can’t think straight. This is all too much too fast.
But I have to trust Dimitri’s word. If he wanted to lie to me, wouldn’t he have told me that he’s never hurt another person?
If he wanted to make himself look good, then he would have said he was a good man.
Not a bad one. Dimitri hasn’t shied away from telling me who he is. At least that’s something.
His fingers tickle my skin as they move further down my back. I hold the front of my dress close to my chest to keep it from falling down. I know what Dimitri wants. He wants to see me naked.
None of this is fair. I was forced to be sheltered my entire life by my father’s controlling rules and now I’m supposed to be ok with a strange man seeing me naked for the first time without my full consent?
I wish I had been allowed to date. Allowed to explore more of the world. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so terrified now.
He finishes unbuttoning my dress and pushes the back open. I’m forced to drop my arms to my sides as he nudges the sleeves of my dress down my arms, until the full bodice is around my waist. I didn’t wear a bra with this dress as it didn’t need one.
So my complete bare chest is on display.
Dimitri doesn’t walk around to look at me. Instead, he wraps his arms around my stomach, pulling me in flush with him. A gasp escapes me.
His breath tickles my ear. “You are mine.” He cups my breasts in each of his hands. I don’t fight it. In fact, it doesn’t feel… bad. It actually feels good. Really good.
That throb pulses between my legs once more. I can’t deny it: there’s an arousal I feel for Dimitri despite my fear of him. It doesn’t even make sense.
He runs his thumbs over each of my nipples.
I gasp and clutch his forearms, needing something to hold on to. Something to steady myself.
He presses a kiss to my neck before letting my breasts go. A shaky exhale leaves my mouth, though whether from relief or something else, I’m not sure.
Dimitri’s hands move down my bare stomach to the top of my dress around my hips. “Feel how good my touch can be. Tell me if you like this.” He runs his fingers over my stomach.
“It tickles.”
I can feel his smile against my cheek. “I want you to give your body in to me, Sofiya. I’ll wait for as long as I have to. But I will have you. One day. You won’t be able to resist me forever.”
He shoves the skirt of my dress down so it falls around my ankles. I’m in nothing but my white underwear. Why did it have to be white? The color only serves to showcase my innocence even more.
His hands settle on my hips. “I could take these right off you. Fuck you. Claim you like I want to.”
All I can do is focus on my breathing because otherwise, I might pass out.
“But I’ll leave you this little bit of modesty. I know you’re not ready for my cock yet. I have things I need to attend to so I’ll let you rest. But before then, you will do one more thing for me.”
It’s not a favor he’s asking for. It’s a demand that I need to follow.
“Get on the bed,” he instructs. “And let me look you over.” His fingers slip underneath the waistband of my panties but they don’t move further. The intense throbbing sensation between my legs is too much. Too confusing.
“I can’t move,” I whisper, my lips barely working.
“Yes, you can. Do as I tell you, Sofiya. I own you now.”
His words make me gasp and I force my legs to move as I head to the bed. Slowly, I lower myself down onto it. My eyes land on the ceiling. It’s not as comforting as I thought it would be.
My legs are drawn up into my chest, providing me some small comfort.
Dimitri goes to stand at the end of the bed, looking me over. “Spread your legs for me. And lay there. Let me look at you.”
With a hard swallow, I do as he says. The only thing protecting me from his gaze are my panties and it’s just a flimsy piece of material. No real protection at all.
Dimitri’s eyes rake over me, darkening as they settle on my breasts. My hands rest on my stomach. It helps, feeling the rise and fall of my inhales and exhales. I can do this. I will survive this.
Even though I know I’m not ready to have sex with Dimitri yet, I also know that if he were to have his way with me right now, I wouldn’t stop it.
Out of fear, yes, but also because the darkness inside of him and the way he’s looking at me is making my body throb with desire I’ve never felt this strongly before.
“No hair on your bikini line,” he murmurs. “Are you bare underneath those panties, Sofiya?”
“I… waxed before the wedding.” It was my mom’s idea. She claimed that men in the mafia prefer hairless women.
“Fuck,” he says more to himself than for me to hear. “You are a tempting sight. But I have someone I have to meet up with. Rest today. I’ll be back later tonight.”
Dimitri practically storms out of the room, almost like he’s angry. Angry at me? Or angry because he doesn’t get to have me?
I’m not sure. All I do know is that the moment Dimitri leaves, I roll onto my side and press my legs together, begging the throbbing arousal in my core to go away.
Dimitri
The sight of Sofiya, almost naked except for those fucking panties, on the bed, looking up at me like a lamb before the wolf, is one I know I’ll never forget. But I really do have work to attend to.
I need to break Sofiya down until she’s begging for me. Until I’m all she can think about. And to do that, I have a plan.
It involves some unsavory people but I’m used to dealing with unsavory people all the time. Hell, I am one. I never lied to Sofiya when I said I wasn’t a good man.
I chose this island because it’s where the man I am meeting resides. His name is Alekos Doukas. An ugly man with a scar across his face but looks don’t matter in the industry he deals in. And he deals in human trafficking.
Mostly capturing women to be maids in rich households but I know sex slavery is a part of it.
I’ve never been one to deal with shit like this.
I prefer to make my money in guns and drugs.
It’s more stable than people. People are unpredictable whereas guns and drugs can’t talk back. They can’t change the rules.
I need Alekos to help me with my plan to get Sofiya completely under my control. It’s a shitty thing I’m doing but I told Sofiya the truth: I am not a good man. I will do whatever it takes to make Sofiya completely broken and dependent on me.
Even if it means putting her in danger.
Sofiya
I pull out a simple white crop top and billowy blue skirt from the suitcase my dad packed for me. The fact that he never told me Dimitri was taking me here hurts. My own father kept that information from me. He made it clear who is true alliance is to and it’s not me.
After putting on the clothes, I decide to explore the villa, especially since Dimitri isn’t here. I need a moment to breathe after what just happened. How close he was to touching me everywhere. I can still feel his hands on my breasts. How good they had felt there.