Chapter 83 Prisoner!
|| Author POV ||
Salvatore Mansion
11:03 PM
Killian unlocked the door, loosening his tie with one hand. He shrugged off his black coat. His gaze immediately found the small figure curled up on the bed.
His little prisoner.
Killian walked in. The sound of his shoes echoed across the marble. His attention shifted to the untouched food tray still resting on the bed, exactly where he had left it.
He had expected her to starve.
Deep down, he knew how unbearable it must be for a fragile one like her to be trapped with a devil like him.
His father’s involvement only made it worse. But did he care?
As if he ever did.
His eyes held a sinister gleam and he sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. He unfastened two buttons of his shirt, his gaze locked on her trembling back.
His large hand moved without hesitation, gripping her wrist. “I know you’re not sleeping.” he uttered coldly.
Rosa clenched her eyes shut, her body stiff beneath his touch. She tried to pull away weakly. Starved for two days, her strength had vanished. But still, she refused to eat.
“S-Sto–stop.” she mewled softly. “Don’t..t-touch me.” she whimpered. But Killian didn’t relent, he pulled her onto his lap.
“Please...” Rosa breathed out like a plea.
Killian felt her pulse throbbing under his grip. The way she shrank from him made his jaw tighten. His presence alone was enough to make her shiver now.
“Why didn’t you eat?” he asked coldly.
Rosa couldn’t meet his eyes. His touch made her feel stripped, violated even through the simplest contact.
“I–I.. please–let me go.”
A single tear slipped down her cheek, landing softly on his lap.
“It’s too late.” he muttered. She snapped her teary eyes up at him, heart splintering at the unfamiliar dangerous look on his face.
“I told you to leave me before, didn’t I?” His blank gaze pierced right through her.
Rosa’s throat tightened as she tried to hold back the sob building inside her. Her breath turned shaky.
Another tear rolled down her cheek, followed by a broken hiccup. “P-please. I-I can’t–don’t do this. You are n-not my pr-professor.” Her voice failed her, shaking with helplessness. “Please..”
“Enough of your talking.” Killian’s patience unraveled.
He dragged the tray closer. Rosa’s teary eyes followed his movements. She sniffled, shaking her head in fear.
“N-no.” she whimpered, pulling at her hands while gaze darted toward the closed door in desperation.
“I w-want to leave! I don’t want t-to stay here. Ple-ease let me go.” she cried, writhing in his grip, her voice trembling with helplessness.
Killian was already on edge. He suddenly shoved her back against the mattress. In a blink, Rosalie was pinned beneath him with a gasp. His bulky shadow hovered above her. His dark gaze bore into hers.
“You don’t get to disobey me.” he growled. “I hate repeating myself!”
Rosa flinched at his harsh tone, “I don’t w-want to eat your food. Let g-go.” she pleaded again, tears slipping down her cheeks. But his grip on her trembling hands only tightened.
Killian scooped a spoonful of soup and leaned in close. “Open your mouth.”
She didn’t.
“Don’t make me angry. Trust me, bunny, you don’t want to see me angry.”
His voice was lowly dangerous like an unspoken threat aimed at the fragile girl before him. Rosa trembled with fear.
Rosa’s lips pressed tightly shut and she turned her head away. She shook her head, silently refusing and that only tightened the coil of his patience.
With a sharp grit of his teeth, Killian shoved the spoonful soup inside his own mouth. Then his hand slid from her wrists to cup her jaw to keep her still. Before Rosa could react, his mouth crashed down onto hers.
Rosa’s eyes flew open.
Her hands shot up. They found his shoulders. She barely had strength to push him away. Her body betrayed her and the liquid of soup slid down her throat.
Rosa choked the moment he pulled away from her lips. Her quiet cries echoed in the room as she pushed against his shoulder. Fear flickered in her eyes.
This wasn’t the cold professor she once knew.
“St-st-sto-stopp–” she gasped, barely able to catch her breath only for Killian to seal her mouth with his again.
Another wave of soup slid down her throat.
Killian kept feeding her, cutting off her chance to breathe properly. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, struggling to swallow the food. Her body trembled under the weight of his force.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was over.
Killian pushed the last spoonful of soup past her lips and Rosa swallowed it with visible effort. Her throat burned with each forced gulp.
“Ngh. Hic–!”
Killian cupped Rosa’s cheeks, tilting her face to his, forcing her lips into a soft pout and he kissed her harder, deeper. It wasn’t even gentle. Rosa just whimpered in pain.
She was still trembling with fear. Another wave of realization filled her weak heart with terror that the man kissing her wasn’t just a normal one.
This word wouldn’t leave her already damaged brain.
After Killian pulled away, Rosa broke into quiet sobs again. She looked away from him. Killian’s breath was heavy against her skin. His cold eyes were caught somewhere between darkness and obsession.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, “Remember, you said you were mine and I was yours.”
His fingers slid gently along her jaw, tilting her face toward him. “You don’t get to take that back now. I’m not letting you go. You’re my pretty little girlfriend. Mine–”
A shiver ran down her spine as his lips brushed softly against her neck. Her fists clenched against the fabric of his shirt while he pressed his delicate lips on her skin.
“Yes, mine!” he murmured more tenderly this time.
Rosa didn’t know what to do. She lay still, eyes wide, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
Killian rose from the bed. He moved the untouched tray aside without a word. He didn’t want to hurt his little girlfriend but she had left him no choice.
He can’t just go with this little resistance of hers. He’s not used to this!
Rosa curled up into a ball, sobbing silently. Killian had left for the washroom and a few minutes later, he returned bare chested. He slipped onto the bed. His eyes darkened when Rosa flinched away from him. Killian immediately caught Rosa’s wrist.
“My little rabbit’s getting bold, hmm?” he rasped. “Let go.” Rosalie whined, struggling to free her hands.
But Killian yanked her down instead, trapping her against his built, hard chest.
Rosalie whimpered again. She didn’t want to sleep with her nightmare. Her living, breathing nightmare.
She shook against his body. Killian breathed her in possessively, then pressed a soft chilling kiss to the nape of her neck. Rosa shivered.
She tried to jerk him away. Desperation quaked in her limbs but Killian only whispered, “You should know you’re too little to fight me, bunny. I mean it.”
She hiccuped at his words, he was right! But her small hands still shoved weakly.
Killian pulled her closer by the waist. Her fragile form was barely noticeable beside the size of his own. “Sleep.”
Rosa broke into tears again. Every thought shattered her all over. Her fingers kept trying to push him away but he didn’t even budge.
“I don’t want to s-sleep with a mafia. Plea-plwase.” she curling into herself. “You–you liar.”
She mumbled into the silence. Her tears never stopped. Sleep refused to come, how could it? When her worst nightmare was lying right beside her?
After an hour, Rosa finally sniffled quietly. Her glassy eyes suddenly lightened up just a little when she pushed at his hand again and it slipped away.
Her heart pounded with anxiety and she slowly turned her teary gaze back.
‘He is sleeping.’
She swallowed hard and a fragile hope sparked within her trembling chest.
Carefully, Rosa slid his hand away. Her eyes darted to the coat resting on the nightstand beside the locked door.
One small palm pressed against the mattress cautiously. Then, with a body quivering in fear, Rosa slowly rose from the bed.
Her legs trembled as she tiptoed toward the door. Her weak legs threatened to collapse beneath her. Rosa reached the coat, glancing back in fear to check on him before turning her eyes to it again.
Rosa carefully searched the pockets without making noises, praying for an escape.
Her breath deepened when her fingers brushed against a bundle of keys.