EroticReverie

Arabella

Almost an hour later , Victor returns, and dismisses Kelsie from the room. He looks pissed, but doesnt he ALWAYS? 

I sit on the bed, watching him huff and pull at the neck of his shirt. 

"Did you...um...take care of her?" I ask, already knowing the answer. But not sure what else to say right now. 

"God YOU MAKE ME FUCKING CRAZY!" He snarls and and I blink, my head jerking back, and I suck in a breath as he charges across the room. I flinch as he leans down, hands to the bed and I lean back, holding my fucking breath. Jesus, we were ready to rip each others clothes off an hour ago, and I thought everything was forgiven, or aleast forgotten momentarily. But now he was mad at me, again. Great. 

"..i..i'm sorry" I say, not sure of what else to say. Victor has never hurt me, so I dont know why Im scared, maybe because I put nothing past any of them due to how the fucking handle things around here when they're betrayed by the girls. 

"Loving you makes me fucking crazy" He growls at me. I blink several times. 

"..i...i'm sorry?" I say, confused and unsure of what the hell I'm supposed to say when he looks like he's a second away from pinning me down again and rage fucking the shit out of me. Which...if I wasnt a virgin, probably wouldnt be a half bad idea to me, but , I did not want this man to screw me for the first time, when he was mad at me. 

"If I didn't need them for this weekend, I'd bury them all for how they've been treating you." He growls at me. Oh, okay. So he's mad at them, not at me. Yet, I'm the one with his face a mere inch from mine.

"You dont have to do that." I say, exhaling and his eyes fall to my lips. 

"Nobody disrespects me, and that mean, they don't disrespect you. Why the fuck didn't you tell me the were all being cunts to you?" He growls and my brows pinch. 

"Because I knew you'd over react...like you just did with Lydia" I say and his jaw clenches.

"You think I over reacted?" He growls at me angrily. 

"yes" I answer. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself, she was just jealous, it wasnt that big of a deal to me." I say. 

His nostrils flare. "that so? You can handle yourself, hmm?" He asks and I nod. 

"It's my fucking job to handle you Arabella. To take care of you. It has been since the day you walked into this house." He says and I feel my heart beat a million times harder. 

"You dont need to kill girls over petty words, I was perfectly fine-"

"I will kill ANYONE who fucking disrespects you...you're lucky your little boyfriends downstairs are still fucking breathing." He growls. 

I narrow my eyes at him. 

"Putting their god damn hands on you, taking advantage of you" He seethes. 

"They didnt take advantage of me, they took advantage of the fact you didn't want to touch me." I say. 

"Is that what you think? That my hands havent burned to fucking grab ahold of you and touch every ..single...fucking...inch of your body?" He growls and I look in his eyes, our faces still so close, my chest rising and falling with every tension filled second that passes. 

"You think I didn't want to fuck you against the wall in that tiny disgusting neon green dress and those dirty little stripper heels you had on, the day you fucking came here?" He growls at me and I lick my lips as he leans further over me as I lean back just a little more, reasing on my elbows, his eyes dropping down to my collarbone, my breasts as they still heave with each breath. 

"You think I havent been in agony, waiting to take what's mine?" He groans and drops his head, his lips brushing my collar bone and I whimper. A small hiss leaving my lips as he bites it, his teeth sinking into my skin and I whimper as he laps his tongue over the indentations in my skin. 

"take it..please" I barely whisper and he groans and his mouth kisses my upper breasts, over the neckline of the dress and I whimper again. 

"Why should you get what you want, when you've been a naughty little fucking girl Arabella?" he asks , as his lips skirt my collarbone and up my neck. 

"Because you want it too" I whine. 

"You're right....I want to fuck you a million different ways....and those are only the ways that arent very fucking nice...cause theres a million other ways I want to fuck you that would have you begging for my cock endlessly , and have you spreading your legs everytime I walk into the fucking room" He growls in my ear and I feel my pussy ache. 

"I'm spreading them now." I breathe, parting them even a bit further and he groans. 

"That mightve made me feel special, if it werent for the fact you've spread them for the four other men in this house Arabella" he says and then bites my neck and I hiss and my head goes back and to the side as he loosens his grip and then bites again and I let out a tiny scream. 

"please" I whimper. 

"Shut your mouth" he growls and I whimper, biting my lower lip as he drags his tongue over my neck. 

His hand slips over my breast, palming it through my dress. 

"mm fuck" I exhale, feeling his hand on me. It's soft, yet firm and his large hands cup my entire breast. 

"I said shut your god damn mouth" he growls and I whimper and fall back onto the bed completely. His hand sliding down my stomach over the dress and back up, making me whimper when it courses back up to my breasts instead of down between my legs. 

"please" I whine as he carresses my other breast, running his hand over it, then the other, and sliding his hand back and forth over them. 

"You don't know how to fucking listen, do you ?" He growls and his other hand comes up, sliding over my mouth and I whimper into his palm. Moaning as he grabs my one breast, squeezing it as my back arches. 

"You ever let them touch you again, i WILL fucking kill them Arabella, do you hear me?" he growls and pinches my nipple through my dress and I yelp into his palm. I nod several times, my eyes on his as my nose pants over the side of his hand that's clapped over my mouth. 

"I dont give a fuck that you love them...I dont give a fuck that you've managed to make five grown fucking men lose their fucking minds when it comes to you...all you need....is me...all you're going to get ...is me...so you better learn to keep those fucking legs closed for anyone that's not me, do you fucking understand?" He growls at me and I nod. 

"You let them lay a single god damn finger on what's mine again, and I promise you Arabella...I'll make you watch while I slit their fucking throats, and fuck you in their god damn blood. Do you hear me?" he says through a clenched jaw and I whimper, nodding. 

"This is your only fucking warning....I wont tell you again that you belong to me, and only me. Do you fucking understand?" He growls again. I nod several more times as I whimper. 

"Good fucking girl." he hums and then slides his hand down , down, and I suck in a breath and he smirks as his hand slips to my hip and down my outer thigh. I shiver as his hand slips from my mouth, the other now lifting my dress, I feel the fabric drag along my thighs and the air in the room spill over my pelvis and thighs. 

His eyes are on mine as his hand teases my inner thighs, fingertips brushing as I feel my hips lift, my cunt dripping as I wait for him to fucking touch me. 

A quick slap , stings my pussy and I jump with a yelp and he grins at me. 

"You'll get what you need, when you prove to me that you can do as you're told, and when you prove to me that this belongs to me." He says and slaps my pussy again and then cups it and I gasp as he grabs my fucking pussy. 

"Prove me to me this sweet little virgin pussy is mine Arabella, be a good fuckin girl for me, yeah?" He groans through his teeth and I whimper and nod. Because jesus christ. Seeing Victor like this was intoxicating. I can't lie, I liked that I made him crazy, I fucking loved it. I was sick, because a larger part of me than Id like to admit, loved that he'd fucking destroyed Lydia for simply being unkind to me. I didn't love him threatening the other guys, but...I may have enjoyed it anyways, just a little. 

"God, you're so sweet" he groans and I feel the slightest drag of his middle finger as it slips between my soaked lips and Victor rubs it gently around my entrance and groans. 

"Nobody touches this again but me...promise me" He breathes hard, his finger sliding up to my clit, the softest slightly touch, rubbing it gently, just barely and I whimper.

"I promise" I exhale. 

I feel like a bitch for willing to sacrifice the others, especially Zane.  But this right here, the man over me, toying with my clit, torturing me with the tip of a fucking finger, is everything I've wanted since Victor took me in. 

I didnt want to ask, because I already knew the answer. But I wanted to ask him, if being his, meant that he was mine. Entirely. Would he still fuck the women here? Would he still "Test" out new prospects for their "Company" ? I knew the answers, hating every single one. It was his job. Maybe not the part where he fucked the ones already working for him. But I had a feeling, he would continue to do that anyways.

"such a sweet little clit" he whispers, still rubbing it and I whimper, because I was going to cum in seconds, just from the fact it was Victor touching me. Two years, of wanting, and needing this man to fucking touch me like I was a woman, HIS woman. 

"ah, ah" He shakes his head as I visibily climb the fucking edge of an orgasm. His finger stops and he lifts his hand away, and pushes my dress back down. He wipes his finger on my dress, my brows pinch. 

"please" I whine.

"You'll cum, when you earn it." He says and kisses my cheek and lifts right up off the bed. 

A frustrated breath heaves from my lungs as I lay there. 

"And Arabella?" he says. 

I lift my head. "what?" I whine.

"When I say nobody touches it but me...that includes you. Keep your fucking hands off what's mine. Unless I give you permission." He narrows his eyes at me. 

"I want that virgin cunt wet and unsatisfied." He says and I whimper, because , why was it so hot , while being so unfair.

"Tell me how to earn it." I breathe and he smirks. 

"You already know how, by behaving yourself, and proving to me that it's mine." He says. 

"Come on...we need to have a talk with the others." He says and I whimper, slipping off the bed and following him downstairs , where I listen to him give all four the guys the lecture of the century. I don't even dare to look at the guys, especially not Zane. Because Im not sure I could handle the look on his face. Was I a terrible person? Probably. But werent they also terrible men? Bad men at the very least. Dangerous. 

I listen to them argue, and I can feel all of them staring at me as I look everywhere but at them. I can hear it in the way Victor talks, that he enjoys the fact I wont make eye contact with them right now. He threatens their lives if they dare to touch me. Colt laughs at neraly every threat and Gage just sits there, seemingly over the entire discussion before it even really begans. Bones is smirking a bit, arguing a bit. Zane is quiet,but I can feel his anger rolling off him. And I have reason to believe , its not only for Victor, but for me too. 

The end of the "discussion" does not go well, Colt threatening Victor, Victor threatening Colt, Zane finally speaking up and telling Victor he can go fuck himself, that this was never the plan. That I was supposed to belong to them too. It's fucking insane, and I was shamefully wet the entire time to watch five grown men argue over their "rights" to me. But in the end, Victor took me from the room, and that was that. End of discussion. I was his.