Loving You - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

My senses were slowly coming back to me. The softest sheets I had ever felt were underneath me. They had to be like egyptian cotton or something. There was heat on my face from the sunlight streaming in the window and my head had a dull throbbing ache in it. With uncerainty I open my eyes, my vision trying to adjust to the bright light of the room.

I sit up slowly in the large bed observing the room I was in. This was not my room. This room probably costed more than my whole apartment. There was a dresser and a TV across the room with a large amouir. On the other side of the room was a fireplace and 2 chairs with a nice plush white rug underneath them. And right across from me was a large glass double door that led to a balcony. The view would have been breathtaking if it didnt signify how helpless I was. There was a beautiful beach out beyond the door. And I lived nowhere near a beach.

The events of last night came rushing back to me in a wave of naseua. The strange guy from the cafe, the body guards, Peter, Oh my Gosh Peter! I had no idea whether or not he was dead or alive! That asshole had given me a shot and carted me off to God knows where against my will. My eyes began to water while I thought about my situation. But I would not let my tears fall. I would be strong during this.

The door sounded across the room, drawing my attention to the man walking through it. My heart sped up and my palms grew sweaty. His eyes lock with mine, and a cold smile spread itself across his face. He looks magnificent and if I wasnt so scared I might have been attracted to him. His dark hair is curled slightly and falls in his face barely. His bright blue orbs devouring me.

"I see you're awake. How are you feeling?" I just stare at him. He was walking towards me as if I should have no fear at him. Like he didnt kidnap me or anything. "It's ok if you dont want to talk. You must be disoriented and nervous, but you have nothing to fear. I won't hurt you. Yet."

He sat down next to me on the bed. His cold blue eyes studying me intently. His hand moves to to grab a strand of my now waving hair. He looks at it with interest. "I like your hair curly. Don't straighten it anymore ok sweety?"

I just stare at him in disbelief. He laughs a little, revealing his dimple. "Are you hungry? I had the maids make some breakfast. I can have one of my men bring it up in a little bit."

He puts his hand on my cheek, caressing my face like a lover would. I slap his hand away out of reflex. "Don't fucking touch me! You sick motherf-AH!"

He backhanded me across the face. And before I could even grab my face he had his hand around my throat. "Didn't I tell you about that dirty mouth of yours?" He hissed in my ear. "You will speak like a fucking lady when talking to me do you understand me!" I couldnt breathe. Let alone answer him. Luckily he mustve sensed my despair because he let go of my throat and jerked away from me.

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm so rude." More like fucking insane.

"I'm Damien. When I saw you the other day in the park, I wanted you, and to think that anyone else could possibly have you, it drove me insane. But now, I can have my own slice of heaven without having to worry about anyone else messing with you." He turned and smiled at me.

A knock sounded on the door. "Enter!"

The door opens revealing a large man with a tray of food. He walks across the room not even acknowledging that I'm here against my will. He sets the food down and stands there as if waiting for a command. "That will be all" The man nodded and left.

Damien walks to me and sits down on the bed. "I want you to eat something. I like you just the way you are. I know this is all sudden but I want you to be happy here. I want you to be mine and mine alone. I can give you anything you've ever wanted, all you have to do is ask. You'll be my little angel. from my slice of heaven, to have and to hold." He smiled at me his mind already wrapped around the fact that I "was his"

"Well I have work to do angel, I'll come check on you later. And I want that food gone." He gets up and walks to the door, turning to me before he walks out and winks. Then leaves me alone with my thoughts.

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I walk to my office on the other side of the house leaving my little angel alone in her room. It was only temporary of course because soon she would be with me sharing a room but I know that being a lady she needs her space for a little while.

I couldnt help myself. I hadnt meant to take her, just when I saw her dancing with that prick I completely lost it and realized that I could never let her go or leave her in this world without me. I want all of her. I want to break her and build her back up to where she needs me for everything. I would be her only place of refuge and solace. I would own her mind, her body, and her soul.

This feeling I'm having towards her, I've never felt this way about a woman before. Usually they are nothing more than warm holes for fucking. But her, she's different. Something about her made me want her and now that shes mine I wont let her go.

I walk into my office smiling to myself. I sit down in my big chair and turn on my monitor. The screen flickers then shows me 4 different angles of her room. I can see her jerking on the doorknob. I laugh to myself. Silly girl. Like I would leave her with the door unlocked. Soon she would realize the futility of her efforts and hopefully eat the food I left for her.

It has been about 36 hours since I took her from that club. Pretty soon she would realize that we're not even in the same country anymore. Technically we're off the coast of South America on my own little island that I bought a few years ago. The only reason I was in America was to close that ridiculous deal that wasted my time. But if it wasnt for that I wouldnt have even met my little angel so I guess that was good in a way.

Focusing back on the screen I noticed she was done pacing and finally eating something. That was good. Like I said earlier I didnt want her to starve to death.

"Nevaeh" I test her name on my tongue and smile. I loved her name. And I loved what it signified. My little piece of heaven. I pull out some papers from the desk that I have to review and continue to watch my angel in her room.

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