Chapter 3

It was eleven at night, the night sky didn't look pale anymore. Rather it looked sinful, matching with Russell's own set of thoughts as he stared down at the beauty sitting beside him. Having women wasn't a new thing for him. And this was no different. He thought to himself. She was another piece to one of his use and throw systems, just waiting to be devoured. For what he could conjure, she was probably the innocent type. Never had sex, no boyfriend. She wouldn't want to give up her virginity. But that didn't mean he wouldn't take it. A smirk lifted up the corner of his lips and he stared back to the window. 

Sasha's tears had dried down along the journey. She wanted to sleep and forget any of this happened. She wanted to get back to her normal shitty life, because she was used to that. This, she wasn't used to. Where a man capable of destroying her family had her in his grip. There was no place to escape. Even if she did run away, it would be of no help to her. He would kill her parents and that would be the end of it.

The car stopped in front of a large metal gate which opened wide for the car to enter. Sasha saw the nameplate on the side of the gate. 

Borgov. 

It was inscribed there in a bold black scripted font. So that was his title. She had felt the difference in accent when he spoke to her, but it wasn't the most important thing revolving in her mind that time. The car drove inside the long tilled road coming into view. There was a lot of greenery around, with big parks flanking the road. And as the car moved ahead, a big building came into view. Under the darkness, it was hard to understand whether the walls were painted white or slightly yellow, but nonetheless, it screamed luxury. 

The car stopped behind a fountain and Sasha saw a man come out of the other car in front and walk towards her door. He opened the door for her and she stepped out of the car. Her eyes took in the surroundings, planting every image in her mind. The building, the trees, the men around. 

"You like it, sweetheart?" Russel had a smile on his face as he strutted towards her and held the small of her back. She felt the sting of his touch back there and wanted to tell him to not touch her, but she knew better. Refusing his touch will only aggravate him more, leading to chaos. And she was too tired for chaos right now. So, rather she decided to take bigger strides from him to walk one step ahead of him. It worked as his touch faded away in the moment. 

There was a huge staircase running at the moddhe of the room, with the walls painted in white and the curtains in silky red. She thought the light was only coming from the LED lights until she noticed the big chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The light falling from it, directly hit the beautiful center painting on the floor. Russel noticed how her lips parted and her eyes gulped in the scenario all by itself. It was definitely the first time for her to enter a mansion like this. It was definitely his pride as every brick stacked on the walls was a reflection of hard work. 

"Let's go." He pointed towards the stair, bringing Sasha out of her stance of watching the architecture of the mansion. She did not say anything, just walked ahead. The men who were standing behind them did not follow upstairs and stood on that floor. Maybe they lived on the ground floor–she thought. 

After a few steps, they stood in front of a mahogany door with an engraved dragon design on it. It was fascinating, as the hair strands of the dragon were painted in a slightly lighter shade than that of the door, making them stand out. Her hands involuntarily touched the carving, tracing the curves and depressions. The way her eyes sparkled, it lit up a different sort of fire inside Russel. He wanted that same expression on her face when he would mark her on the bed. He wanted her to touch him the way she touched the carving. Damnit! She was just another woman to please his dick and yet she was already arousing untamed desires within him. This wasn't going well. 

He opened the door knob bringing her attention back to the door. It opened and she walked inside, not needing the indication that it was her room. The white coloured walls had intricate floral designs in them that intrigued her. She wondered how the interior designers always created such beautiful art on the walls. Better to say she always wanted one in her room. But being poor, it wasn't possible. So she had given up on her dreams long ago. Once she threw tantrums at her mother for not giving her what she wanted. All her other friends in school had good stuff in their room, but she didn't. That's why she always envied them. 

Russel watched her getting enticed by the things around. She was certainly enjoying herself. Completely different from the women who he had forced into his mansion. None of them behaved well. Some threw tantrums,some tried to pick up a fight. And all ended up dead after getting fucked. But this one did not resist. It felt as if she was moving with the flow. Was she a submissive? Only one way to find out–he thought.

He slowly walked up to her back and was about to wrap up his hand on her waist. Just then, she moved aside and turned towards him. The yellow in her eyes had hardened into brown and there was something in it that made his crotch feel harder. The fire she emanated was enough to burn him down. And he wanted that. He wanted to have her.  "Don't touch me." 

Definitely not a submissive...

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