The Man She Loathed
Chapter 2: The Man She Loathed
Scarlett's POV
I had imagined all my life how I would react whenever I came in contact with this man in front of me, but my reasoning betrayed me as I stared at the gorgeous, familiar man. When did he get more gorgeous? I mulled in my head as I gazed intently at the man.
He was dressed in black pants and a black shirt, with the sleeves rolled to his elbow, showing off his toned muscles, his perfect face accentuated with a definite jawline, and his misty gray eyes that could stare into your soul, making you weak in the knees. But who could believe this handsome man was a monster?
“Stop drooling; that's sending wrong signals, actually,” he rasped, and that jolted me back to reality when I finally realized the man that was in front of me.
He shouldn't be a handsome man, but he is my sworn enemy, the man that snatched the lives of my parents and left me as an orphan. How could I forget that piece of information in such a short time?
“Logan Russo?” I called, to be sure I wasn't mistaken, and he smirked.
“Yes, the one and only, in flesh and blood,” he rasped, and my chest rose with anger. How dare he have the cheek to flaunt himself in front of me? Could he have a death wish?
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, looking around the room for anything I could use on the man, and my eyes settled on the flower vase in the room.
“I heard about your conquest, which was about me, so I decided to have fun with you.” He shrugged, and my nose flared in anger.
“Conquest? But do you know what that conquest is all about?” I asked, and he smirked.
He knows, so why?
“To kill me? But you know that's never happening, right? Even your uncle running a dead gang that needs a political marriage to revive it will not dare.” He said, and a chuckle vibrated from his chest.
That cheeky bastard!
“But I can dare! I'm going to kill you even if that's the last thing I will do on earth; I will make sure that you also suffer the same fate as my parents!” I flared as I swung the flower vase in my hand his way, but he dodged it gracefully.
“Really? Then how are you going to make me suffer that? By attacking me with a flower vase?” He asked, taking a drag of his cigar, and I watched him puff out the smoke—my hatred for him doubled.
I wanted to strangle him so much, and without thinking about my physical strength, I charged towards him, but he swiftly contained my attack as he dragged me to his body.
“Don't stress yourself, little fly,” he said as he hugged my body tightly, and I tried to wiggle out of his hold. “Let me go, you monster!” I roared, but instead, he dropped me on the bed, pinning me under him.
“Playtime’s over,” he said as he pinned me under him on his bed, and I felt disgusted. “Get off me now!” I writhed under him, but he didn't move a bit. He even looked like he was enjoying how I was losing my mind.
“Don't hurt yourself,” he teased, and I could feel his cock poking my stomach. “You bastard, get your hands off me!” I roared as I tried to push him away from me, but I couldn't shake him more, but my movements made me grind against his bulge, so I stopped.
“Fuck you!” I cursed, and I watched him smirk evilly, and I knew I had said the wrong thing. “Fuck me? I wouldn't mind,” he winked, taking off his belt, and I snatched the pillow as I threw it at him in disgust, but he dodged it perfectly.
“Every one of your movements has a reaction. If I were you, I wouldn't move,” he mumbled, biting my earlobe, and I felt his hand running against my thighs. The dress I was wearing had a slit cut that ran to my thigh, which exposed my thigh as I was under him.
“Pervert!” I cursed as I bit him hard. I wouldn't mind if he died from my bite. “Naughty girl, now you should get your punishment,” he said, and before I could understand what he meant, he pinched my nipples through the dress, and I gasped.
“Have you lost it?” I roared, but he just smirked as he ran his hands on my chest while groping my breast, and my breathing seized. What could the man be up to? Does he want to rape? I thought, and I panicked.
Did he not get the memo that I was going to kill him?
“Yes, I have lost it. Will anyone in the same mind kidnap a bride on her wedding day?” He said, as he fondled my breast through the dress, and I regretted not wearing a bra. “Get your hands off me, you pervert!” I roared, but he didn't listen.
“Boss, Don Gazalo is here,” one of his men reported at the door, which got him distracted, so I used all my strength to push him off, readjusting my clothes, but for some reason the arrival of my uncle didn't really excite me.
I knew he might not be here to save me after all. What if he took me back because of that political marriage?
“Looks like your people are here; I will be back,” he said as he stood up from the bed while he spanked my ass, and I gasped.
“Motherfucker!” I cursed. “I love foul languages, but it will be more interesting if you were saying that under me while I fuck you hard.” He rasped as he walked out of the room.
I immediately sprang into action when I saw that he left, and I knew I had to escape from the place where my uncle wasn't here to get me back, but I stopped, knowing this was all I wanted. I just needed to ruin the opportunity.
“But if I can't escape, I might as well just kill him here—in his own house.” I said with a cold look, and I touched the gun that I tucked in my waist.