His'(Crazy Erotica)

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CHASE WALKED OUT of his car and stared at the large building of his mansion in front of him. The same building that housed the pretty, innocent teenager he had not seen for a whole week. He travelled out of the country for an emergency work and was finally back. He couldn’t wait to see her. He couldn’t wait to inhale the sweet scent of coconut on her and more, of her pretty little pussy. His Kitten.

“Don,”

Chase turned to the man who had called him. “dov’e lei,”

{“Where is she?”}

The man gave Chase an apologetic stare. He had been asked by Chase to watch over Sophia till he returned and made sure she was going to be by the door to welcome him home. He swallowed. “Non e a casa in questo momento.”

{“She’s not at home at the moment.”}

Chase narrowed his eyes at him. “Che cazzo vuoi dire con lei che non e a casa in questo momento? Doveva darmi il benvenuto a casa”

{“What the fuck do you mean she is not at home at the moment? She was meant to welcome me home”}

“Lei-,”The man’s gaze fell on something-or rather someone; specifically two people-behind Chase and he looked back at him with a horrified expression. “Eccola”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

{“She-“}{“There she is”}

Chase turned to look at her. His fists curled into a ball and his jaw hardened the moment he saw her with a boy. Sophia was seated on a bicycle, smiling at whatever stupid thing the scrawny twenty-year-old boy said while he stood, guiding her to ride the bicycle as they reached the mansion.

The man by Chase’s side spoke up. “Quello e Alvaro, il Nipote del giardiniere. E venuto qui il giorno che te ne sei andato e, beh, sono diventati molto amici. Non e una minaccia,”

{“That’s Alvaro , the gardener’s grandson. He came around the day you left, and well, they’ve become pretty close friends. He’s not a threat.”}

Chase didn’t care. No one could ever be a threat to him.

As if feeling his gaze on her, Sophia looked up. In a heartbeat, her eyes locked with Chase’s dark, angry ones, and her smile dropped instantly, while her heartbeat quickened. He was back already?

On noticing how she had suddenly tensed, Alvaro-the boy with her-frowned and placed a hand on her shoulder, thereby unknowingly infuriating Chase. “Is everything okay, Soph? You seem tense,” When Sophia didn’t say anything, he followed her line of sight. The Don was around. “OH, it’s the Don. Why do you seem so tense?”

Sophia blinked and stared at Alvaro. “N-nothing,” She passed him a small smile and got down from the bicycle with his help. “Thanks for the ride”

“Sure,” He smiled at her. “I’ll go and return the bicycle to Nonno right away and greet the Don”

Sophia nodded at him and walked towards Chase while Alvaro went towards the garden with the bicycle. “Hey” She meekly said to him.

Chase looked towards the garden where Alvaro had disappeared and turned to the man by his side. “Torturatelo. Non lasciatelo morire. Ha bisogno di essere avvertito”

{“Torture him. Don’t let him die. He needs to be warned.”}

“Si, Don” and the man walked away.

{“Yes, Don”}

Sophia looked up at Chase to find him staring at her with an intense gaze. She then whispered gently. “You’re back”

Chase’s jaw hardened. “You didn’t wait for me by the door to welcome me as I instructed”

Sophia parted her lips to say something, but nothing came out. Her angelic voice came out again. “I-I was bored and tired of waiting”

“Come” Chase circled her small wrist with his large palm before dragging her with him inside the house.

~~~

“This -“Sophia looked around the whole bedroom that she hadn’t seen for a whole week. Truthfully, she was grateful for that. But it didn’t mean she was okay with having a boring online class. “This is your room”

Chase nodded and took off his suit, then began to unbutton his waist coat. “I know”

“So what am I doing here? I-I should be in my room, right?”

So you’ll have fun with that scrawny boy? No. Chase wanted to say out loud, but he ignored her question and turned to look at her. “I’m at home now, Gattina. You were bored. I don’t want you to feel like that again, hmmm?”

{“Kitten”}

Sophia knew exactly what he meant. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to go through the same pain she’d gone through. Not after regaining herself again after he left. “I-”

Chase closed the distance between them. “You want to refuse me?”

“Chase I-” She shook her head, tears blurring her vision. “I can’t. It hurts. I-I’ve been feeling better without you. I-” She shook her head again. “I can’t take it any longer. Please”

Chase balled one of his fists beside him and gripped her arm with the other one. “Do you want that boy’s life gone? Hmm? You want to be the cause of his death?”

Sophia’s eyes widened, and she shook her head, placing her palms on his chest so he wouldn’t come any nearer. “Please no. Don’t do this”

“Only you can save his life. Else, I’ll take it as though he has touched you too,” He gritted out, formulating plans on how he was going to torture the boy-if he had actually touched her- in his mind. “Tell me, did he touch you?” His grip tightened.

“No!” She cried out, her tears falling down her cheeks. “Only you-only you have touched me-like-like that”

“But I saw him place his hand on your shoulders earlier” He glared at her. “Didn’t you warn him? Didn’t you tell him you belonged to someone else? Didn’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry. It-it won’t repeat itself again. Please-please, don’t hurt him. Alvaro is -”

He roared. “Don’t fucking call his name!”

Sophia flinched.

“Don’t fucking call his name. Only me-only my name can leave your lips. You can only taste my name on your tongue like that,” Getting angry that she was protecting a boy from him was one thing, but her calling his name with so much softness was on another whole level. It didn’t sit well with him. “You hear me? Don’t call his name ever again”

Sophia nodded. “I won’t”

“Good girl” He wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her closer to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He placed small kisses there. “Now stop crying, Gattina. Stop crying. Give me what I want, and your dear friend shall be spared,”

{“Kitten”}

It was over. She was defenseless against him. “Okay” Her voice came out as a mewled whisper.

As Sophia felt the sound of her zipper going down, she shut her eyes tightly and bit down on her lip, stifling a sob. Maybe that was her fate. She wasn’t meant to be happy.

Alvaro didn’t deserve to die or end up as miserable as she was. His poor grandpa didn’t deserve to lose a young grandchild as precious as Alvaro either. Alvaro was a pure soul and always ready to help her. But she didn’t want to burden him with her problems so she never uttered a word to him about her and Chase. She was even more grateful he didn’t ask her why she was living in the mansion.

Even if she couldn’t live her own life the way she wanted, she could at least spare another person’s life, right?

~~~

Chase walked towards the basement. Once he reached the large double doors, the men standing there opened it for him.

They both bowed. “Don”

Chase nodded and walked inside, the smell of blood hitting his nostrils as he walked down the hallway. Once he reached the particular door he was heading for, he stopped, listening to the loud screams coming from inside as it soothed him.

“Don,” the man guarding the door bowed and opened the door for him.

With a nod, Chase walked into the dimly lit room. The smell of blood was even more stronger. He lived off it; the smell of torture, the blood of the enemies and betrayers spluttered across the dirty grey walls, their screams which seemed to only resound only through the four corners of the room, their tears, pleading voices for life. They were all part of Chase; part of his life. His fucked up life.