Chapter 4 Chapter Four
Kamari’s Pov
“No…. You can’t make him take me away. He is a murderer and he just murdered my husband.” I screamed once the piece of cloth tied to my mouth was removed. Luciano stared at me, his expression unreadable. Suddenly he chuckled, “Where is your evidence princess? Where is your evidence since you claimed I killed your husband?" The entire crowd fell silent, some stared at me like I was a lunatic or I was trying to say something I wasn’t sure of. They must be thinking I am saying this so I could get away from getting sold to him.
“ You have to believe me. He killed my husband." The crowd began to murmur again, " Is she okay?” I heard someone in the midst of the crowd mutter. Luciano moved closer, a smirk planted on the corner of his lips. “ You can scream but none of these guys here will buy any of that," He continued. “ It only makes you look like a lunatic. Quiet the act, princess. You think this is a movie show right?”
"You fucking asshole,” I yelled, my eyes blurred with my own tears. I couldn’t think twice as my hand met his face. I slapped him so hard that his head flew in the opposite direction. " Now you call me a lunatic? Aren’t you the one I should be calling that? You killed my husband, ordered your men to do whatever they wish with me and now what? You showed up like a demi-god.” Luciano didn’t reply to me nor did he utter any word. Instead he climbed down the podium and headed straight to the exit door of the room. That slap must have hurt his ego so much.
His men surrounded me and before I could process what was going on, I was suddenly yanked by two strong men from the podium straight to the backstage. “ Please don’t do this to me, let me go." I pleaded but the guards didn’t stop, they kept on dragging me. Soon we were outside the auction house, but they didn’t stop, they just headed straight to a parked sleek black Rolls-Royce Cullinan car.
As the door of the car opened as soon as we got close to it, cigarette smoke filled the air. I coughed, restraining myself from entering the car. “ Come on Princess, we don't have all day to waste here," Luciano muttered, signalling me to enter. “ Enter with you?" I scoffed, “ I’d rather ask one of your men to shoot me in the head."
He hummed, nodding his head faintly, amusement written all over his face.“ Then go ahead, I love to watch your life slip away from that tiny body of yours. Wouldn’t that be fun to watch?" He smiled. I felt my entire body heat up with so much annoyance, “ If you don’t want any of them doing that for you? I can as well do that for you myself."
Before I could utter another word, I was lifted and pushed into the car. My body met him roughly, his rough hand held my fragile body and slowly he traced his hand down to my thighs before slowly lifting me and placing me on his laps.
Then he muttered “Strip.”
His deep voice echoed through the air—low, commanding, terrifying. That tone was what haunted me every day while working as his personal assistant.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Kam. You’ve seen me do things you thought I’d never do, right? Why don’t you strip, unless you want me to ask my guards to hold you down while I do it myself?”
His smirk widened as he watched me clutch the torn fabric on my body. A low cry broke from my trembling lips as my entire body shook in fear.
“Shhhh… I just want to see what you’ve got in there. Remember when I told you I’d get between those legs of yours someday, Mrs. Davin? Didn’t I?”
He chuckled as he pulled me closer, every step making my heart hammer faster. I pressed myself tightly not wanting to make any contact with his body, shaking uncontrollably.
“Are you suddenly shy? Didn’t you always say it’s best to have a proper look at what we buy?” His tone was darkly amused. “I just bought you as my pet—my plaything. Do you still want to act all godly, Kam?”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I began to plead, my voice breaking. “Please… I won’t utter a single word to anybody, I promise.”
He suddenly stopped, his gaze locking on mine, and muttered softly—emphasizing every word as though he wanted them to sink deeply inside my head. “I paid forty million dollars for you, Kam. For you to be my plaything. What fun is it if I’m the one begging you to play with me?”
He pouted childishly, looking for a brief moment almost like a cute little boy. But I shouldn’t be thinking about how cute he looked when he pouted—should I? “Pl… ease… Just let me go.” I begged again, but he gave me a displeased look.
Did he really think I would let him see me naked? He must be mentally deranged.
“Why are you suddenly shy, Kam? I’ve watched you bathe and dress up for three good years. What difference would it make if I want to see you when you’re not having sex with Davin—or taking your bath?”
My breath caught. Did he just say he had been stalking me for THREE YEARS?!
Did he just say three years? Did he just state that he has been stalking me for three solid years? “ You know that is a crime and you can be sued for that right? Or was it jealousy that drove you nuts!” I snapped a strange energy surge through me.
"How do I know if you haven’t been filming me all these years.” He didn’t seem bothered about me yelling as his smirk grew wider every second. “ If you chose not to strip maybe because my chauffeur is here. Then when we get to the house you will not only strip, you will always sleep and walk naked anytime you see me. Understood?” He uttered.
Tears slipped down my eyes as I nodded my head in response. " I need a response from you, not just you nodding your head.” He pulled me away from his lap and threw me on the seat beside him.
" Yes….sir." I stammered. “ Good." He smiled, turning his attention to his men that were still standing just outside the door of the car. “ Follow closely behind us." The door of the car was shut quietly. " Drive,”And then he ordered his chauffeur.