~Handsome & Bethal~Part 2

~Handsome & Bethal~Part 2

Bethal's breath caught in her throat while she struggled to get out of this insane bastard's clutches.

"Stop fighting me, or I assure you little lady....I can make your life a living hell! " He spoke in a raised threatening tone.

Excessive fear began to settle inside Bethal's gut, she stopped struggling, tears beginning to collect in her eyes.

She thought if she didn't stop resisting, he would undoubtedly hurt her, and she didn't want to anger this psychopath any further. She was certain he could kill her if he chose to.

Anyone that would lock a person up like this definitely had a mental condition. So she thought she'd better tread lightly with this freak.

"Alright I...I'll stop, I'm s...sorry." She cried out softly, unable to control the flow of tears that slid down her flushed face.

He slowly released her, his breathing beginning to return to normal.

As soon as he removed his arms from around her body, she took slow wobbly steps to the bed sitting on the edge resting her elbows on her knees lowering her head into her hands. Tears dripped onto the floor as she broke down in front of this savage sonofabitch.

"Wh...why are you doing this to me?" She asked, her voice faint as she raised her head looking at him with pleading eyes.

"I'll come back with something for you to eat once you get a hold on yourself." He spoke coldly, totally ignoring her question as he closed & locked the door leaving her in a state of bewilderment.

An hour later Bethal lay in a heap on the bed, so many different scenarios playing out in her head as to what this guy's intentions were.

It could be one of a few things.

He could want money...yet he had no way of getting in touch with her father to collect any ransom.

He could use her sexually, but he didn't seem at all interested in that.

Or he could be a fucking killer, which fit his fridged demeanor perfectly. She couldn't allow him to murder her without a damn fight.

Bethal heard the lock on the door turning, her body shuddering as he entered the room.

She remained quiet and unmoving as he stood by the bed she lay on just staring down at her not speaking a word. She could feel his eyes on her which was unsettling to say the least.

She heard him sit down something on the table inside the room.

If she were to leap up fast enough maybe she could blast outta here without him catching her or would it be a fatal mistake that could cause him to come unglued and slit her throat?

She had to try to stay alive...she couldn't just lay here and wait for her demise at the hands of this fucking lunatic.

All at once she sprang up from the bed rushing past him and outta the room so fast everything looked like a blur. She grabbed the doorknob where she had first entered, twisting it relentlessly to free herself from this prison.

As soon as she flung the door open, hitting the wall behind it with a loud thud. She almost had one foot out when two large arms snatched her back inside rapidly knocking the breath out of her.

Bethal kicked, screamed and cursed flailing and bucking around wildly in an attempt to free herself from this madman.

"You son of a bitch! I swear to holy jesus you'll fucking pay severely for this! Let!..Mee!..Gooo!" She howled out loudly as he squeezed onto her much tighter than before causing her to almost lose her breath again completely.

"Stop girl....just stop, or I will put you to sleep," he spoke in an eerily calm manner.

"Fuck you!....You God damn bastard!" She snarled, wiggling and contorting her body as he tightened his hold like a giant anaconda.

All at once everything went black. Bethal's head dropped, and her body went limp in his arms.

Xavion hoisted her over his shoulder toting her down the hallway. She looked like a giant ragdoll, her arms swinging with every step he took.

"You're gonna cause me way more problems than I anticipated woman." He remarked laying her unconscious body on the bed.

He stood over her sleeping figure, staring down curiously at her curvaceous shape with no emotion in his dark frames.

"You may indeed prove to be quite the challenge....good thing I like a challenge Miss Bethal. I will break you from your mulish ways." He chuckled to himself.

He bent over studying her delicate features closely, his long fingers reaching out smoothing over her mouth, down her neck between her breasts to her tummy. He lifted his hand rapidly as a strange sensation caused his breath to catch in his throat.

He felt himself firming inside his Jean's and turned quickly leaving the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

He made his way to the living room sitting down quickly to try and alleviate his erratic heartbeat & breathing.

There was no doubt he'd need to keep himself leashed around this female.

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Three days had passed and Xavion had done everything possible to keep his time around her to a bare minimum. He didn't like this mouthy girl, nor did he like what she did to him physically.

She thought he was arrogant, yet she herself behaved as if she were a privileged royal princess.

If she only knew that it was their own fathers that had made a deal with one another to bring their covens together. Xavion didn't even know of this secret. All he knew was he was to snatch her up, yet he opted to use a spell that had gotten her lost and then drew her right to his door.

Never did he realize how difficult this sassy little female would prove to be until he was met with her brash attitude. It was abundantly clear that she had never received a much needed ass busting when she was young.

And now here he was stuck with this....this fucking brat. His task was to teach her that status and money weren't nearly as important as the simple pleasures in life...or so he'd been made to believe it to be so.

Bethal didn't even know how deep into the craft her heritage went and Xavion had been made by his father to get her in line and teach her.

However what his father had failed to share with him was that he & this girl were to be joined,which would unite the two covens with their union.

Both fathers hoped the young warlock and Bethal could maybe become close on their own, without forcing them and so they had set this up in the hopes that the two would naturally join together without it being forced upon them.

Both Xavion and Bethal came from pure blood backgrounds and had been promised to each other since birth.

Bethal wouldn't be capable of using her witching abilities until the age of 22.

Xavion was fully aware of his background and of his abilities, male warlocks possessed their craft at a much younger age than females.

He had lived alone here in this cabin for almost 4 years. It was a necessity of passage.... he had to live in exile and become in tune with himself before he could fill his fathers shoes to become the new monarch.

Xavion was the only male among his siblings, which were 2 sisters.

Bethel was an only child, so she needed to be put with another of pure blood, as she herself was.

A female couldn't be put into leadership, she had to unite with one and together they would rule as strong leaders.

She knew absolutely nothing of this, and Xavion was limited in his knowledge of the requirement to marry a pure blood. But soon they both would be highly aware of it.

Xavion sat quietly in the living room reading a large thick book as she began yelling. His eyes rolled around, he huffed out slamming the book closed and dropping it down on the coffee table with a loud thud.

He stood and slowly moved down the hallway stopping in front of the door.

"Whaaat do you want dammit?!" He thundered standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest, tapping his foot heavily with aggravation, a grimace covering his face.

"Can I please get a fucking shower already!?" She grumbled excessively.

He dreaded letting her ass outta there. No doubt she would start running her big flapping jaws again.

"Yes,....but under a couple of conditions." He smirked evilly.

"What "conditions'' are you speaking of sirrr?" She spoke with snarky sarcasm.

"1. You can not speak, unless I speak to you first....or I will put you back inside this room and you can stink like a pile of dog shit for all I care. And 2. Do not start that huffing, puffing, rolling your eyes around like a spoiled little brat. Does the princess think she can do that?" He concluded.

Bethals face was blood red with fury.

"Yesss...sirrr!" She gritted her teeth together so firmly it hurt her mouth.

At this point she'd do whatever she had to, just to get a shower. Right now she had never felt so icky.

"Ok...hold on and I'll gather you something to wear and I'll be back shortly."

He walked away to snatch the clothing he already had for her. One of his tshirts and a pair of gray joggers that were way too tight for him.

He laid the clothing and a towel on a small shelf inside the bathroom and made his way back to the locked door.

He cautiously opened revealing a pissed looking girl.

"Ok.... come along woman." He grabbed a hold of her forearm pulling her behind him.

He lightly pushed her inside pointing to the pile of clothing.

"Make it fast...you have 15 minutes and if you're not done I will come in and pull your ass outta here...naked or not....it doesn't make a damn to me." He gave her a stern look to match his words.

She wanted to slap his Goddamn smug face so desperately her hands trembled. It took everything she had to hold herself back.

She shook her head and turned away from him as he closed the door.

"Do not lock this door either!" He added.

"I won't!" She spat, balling her small fists up so tightly it left nail prints on her palms.

Fifteen minutes had passed as he took a deep inhale, pulling himself up from his chair walking down the hallway.

"Time to get out woman!" He raised his tone.

He stood waiting for a reply as he banged on the door louder. "I said it's time to get the fuck out....now!" He was becoming increasingly pissed with her silence."Ok....do you really want me to come bursting in on you girl!?....I swear I'll do it!" He threatened.

Suddenly the door flung open to a soaking wet Bethal.

She stood in front of him with nothing but the small towel tightly wrapped around her curvy body. Droplets of water cascading down to her chest like diamonds. She gripped onto the front of the towel tightly, a murderous spark in her striking emerald eyes, staring up at him with his mouth agape.

"What do you fucking want!" She seethed as he gazed upon her voluptuous form.

Her boobs were pushed together revealing excessive cleavage to his roaming optics. Her legs could be seen all the way up to her beautiful thicker thighs and he'd wager if she were to turn around, that round ass of hers would be on display for him to salivate over.

He shifted his eyes averting them away from her luscious figure quickly, grunting and clearing his throat.

"You...you have 5 more minutes." His voice came out in a weird bouncy tone.

He turned his back on her, swiftly moving down the hallway to get himself away from this woman that was causing all his male hormones to buzz with anticipation.

She had to be using some kinda witch fuckery on him? No...no, it couldn't be that. She wasn't of age to have her abilities yet, thankfully.

No doubt she would have already tried to use them on him which would be an all out war between them if she did.

He stood in the small kitchen preparing coffee, trying to rid himself of the slight erection that was causing him extreme discomfort.

As he stared out the window trying to cope with the lustful thoughts sneaking into his head.

Bethal quietly stalked into the kitchen and just stood silent watching him push his hips into the counter.

She could appreciate his muscular well built body if he wasn't such a deranged, psychopathic sonofabitch.

He was a gorgeous male, she thought as she kept standing there focusing on the way he was pushing his hips forth into the counter. His dark hair was cut shorter on the sides and longer on top with a natural wave to it. His arms and shoulders were perfectly muscled...and those jeans showed off his flawless ass and thick muscled thighs. He was definitely a yummy fella, but his personality turned her off completely.

She wondered what it would be like to give herself to this hateful, odd man.

She had rolled the joggers down at the waist showing her tummy, and the white tshirt was tied in a knot underneath her breasts. Her nipples showed through the white cotton very clearly.

"Hey!" She popped all at once, causing him to damn near jump outta his skin.

"God damnit! dont fucking sneak up on me like that woman!" He chastised loudly, his breathing increasing from the jump scare she just inflicted on him.

Bethal stood with her hands clasped together behind her back, trying to look innocent.

A smirk set playfully on her full pink lips.

"Sorry about that." she looked up coyly biting on her bottom lip.

"J...just don't do shit like that again w..woman." he stuttered, plastering his eyes on her exposed tummy, then up to her well rounded bosoms. Her hardened nipples stood out beckoning to him.

He rapidly turned facing the coffee pot and grabbed a cup, his hands trembling at the strong aching need probing at him.

"May I have a cup?....please sir." Her voice was soft and sweet, almost sounding sensual to him.

She walked carefully to the counter standing close at his side smiling wickedly.

"Woman.....I don't know what kinda game you're trying to play here.....but I'm gonna warn you before you get started to back off or I'm gonna beat your ass like a child." He replied calmly, looking away from her as he gritted his teeth.

"Game?....I assure you I'm not playing any games sir. Maybe it's you that is playing games." She countered clicking her tongue.

Xavion chuckled, turning to face her with black desire in his specs.

Beth met his shaded gaze as he slowly turned to face her. He moved his body closer and closer to her.

A bit of exhilarating fear began to spill over inside her tummy as she moved backwards until her body hit the hard wall.

"Do you really wanna play games with me, little girl? I believe I'd need to teach you the rules first.... then show you how it's done fairly." His voice was a low deep rumble as he pushed his heated body flush with hers.

Bethal's breathing was ragged, her chest heaving up and down pressed to his. Little mumbling whines fleeing helplessly from her trembling lips.

Bethal was at a complete loss for words, she couldn't move.

"You see...I can play just as well as you can little woman."

His face only an inch away from her own.

She wanted to shrink away, disappear, run and hide, but he had her in a trance. Her body pinned to the wall with his.

The heat generated between them was so full blown it made her blood feel as if it were sizzling, ready to come to a full rolling boil if she didn't get away from him pronto.

She couldn't deny he was causing her to feel such a potent new widespread reaction that made her feel like grabbing his shirt and rolling her head back, sighing with a blissful look on her face.

However she did not want to make him believe he was inflicting any type of delight within her.

"Ok.....ok, I....I'm. S...sorry. ju...just stop." She whimpered out, weakly trying to push him away from her.

"You sure you want me to stop?" His tongue coming out slowly to moisten his plump lips.

"Do not start a game you can't finish....because next time we'll play till I win and I play hard. I have a tendency to play rather....roughly. Do you hear me princess?" He reached up holding her trembling chin with one hand, his lips brushing ever so slightly over hers.

Her lips parted letting out a tiny whimpering cry.

If he wasn't hard before...he definitely was now, but he didn't want her thinking she had gotten to him.

He suddenly released her leaving her standing against the wall in a far out addled condition.

Her face was bright red and heated as he walked back to the coffee pot pouring himself a large cup, trying desperately to control his shaky hands.

"Still want coffee?" He asked with a big smirk plastered on his mouth.