Game Of Fate
Chapter 3: Game of Fate
Scarlett's POV
I waited patiently for my uncle's men to barge into the room and take me away from the demon I was , but my anticipation dampened when the man I loathed walked majestically into the room with a gun. I could already tell the meeting didn't go well.
I have myself to fend for me.
“What did he say?” I asked, but he just shrugged his shoulders. “I don't think you should concern yourself with that; you might be heartbroken if you heard about how your uncle decided to exchange you for a business deal.” He said it, and my jaw dropped in shock.
“Business deal? What are you talking about?” I asked with shaky lips, and he smiled. “What I mean is your uncle sold you to me after I threw a bone at him and let a dog he couldn't help but waggle his tail in excitement.” He said, as he walked closer to me, and my nose twitched in anger.
But how could my uncle give me to him when he was the one that killed his only brother and his wife? Did he really not care about anything else but power?
“I don't care what deal you make with my uncle, but you don't own me!” I roared as I made to run towards the door, but he picked me up and draped me over his shoulder while I struggled to get out of his hold.
“Let me go!” I screamed, but I stopped shouting while he spanked my butt. “I will keep spanking you until you stop screaming.” He said, and I went silent as he took me to the bed.
“Since you are going to be with me for a long time, should we have some fun?” He blurted as he placed me on the bed, and even though I struggled to push him off, he didn't budge.
“Don't wiggle too much; that makes me want you even more,” he whispered as he eyed my body hungrily.
“Fuck you!” I cursed as he ran his hands all over my body, and I bit down on the moan threatening to escape my mouth.
What was he doing to me? And why was my body reacting to his touch?
“Did you really want to leave this place?” He asked, and I nodded my head vigorously, not minding his large palms that were progressing into my dress. That pervert wouldn't just stop, and my body was just betraying me, and I didn't even know how to stop it.
“I want to leave this place, so fucking let me go!” I rasped, knowing I needed to escape the place first if I really wanted to survive and later kill the man.
“Did you want to play a game? I will call it a game of fate,” he said, and I tried to reach for the fruit knife on the table to stab him, but he slapped my hands off it while placing feathered kisses on it, which made me so hot.
“Don't be too hasty,” he breathed. “What stupid game is that? I just want to leave this place.”
“A game in which both of us get a fair, I mean, fate gives everyone a chance, right? So let's see how you can turn this opportunity against me. What's your wish?” He asked, and I eyed his heart angrily.
“To have a bullet pierce this place,” I said as I slammed my hand on his chest.
“Really? My wish is simple too: to have my cock fucked by you so hard that you begged for more,” he said, and I gasped as I tried to stay away from him, but I couldn't escape his strong grip as he kept me seated on his lap.
“You are crazy!” I cursed.
“Then who do you think fate will favor? Let's check that out in six months; maybe it will be you piercing a bullet in my heart or me fucking you hard while you moan out my name,” he said, and I cringed.
That wouldn't happen, because he wouldn't last for six months. I decided to agree to the game because he didn't seem like he would let me go, and my uncle definitely wouldn't save me. Do I need to save myself with my skills?
“Six months! Within six months I will make you want me so that you will not be able to breathe without me,” he said, as he kissed her earlobe while he straddled her on his lap.
“You are wrong; in six months I will have people dropping flowers in your coffin as they bid you farewell after I have driven a bullet into your head.” I rasped as I stifled a moan trying to escape my mouth.
“Then it's a bet, but I know fate will work in my favor.”
“No, fate will work in mine,” I blurted as I tried to pick up the gun by his side that I had been eyeing, but he yanked it out of my hand.
“One of your attempts failed.” He said, as he groped my breast gently, and I rolled my eyes back in my head.
“Not all of it will fail; trust me!” I mumbled, trying to ease the sensation his touches were doing to me and to focus on the demon he is.
“Then it's a bet then, but don't say I didn't warn you. I will win,” he said, as he rubbed his hands on my pants, and I muffled a moan. Immediately the moan left my mom, I felt ashamed, and I immediately became aware of the situation.
The man that killed my parents was touching me inappropriately, and instead of me flaring up, I was rather enjoying his touch too much.
“Get your hands off—” I was saying, but I trailed off when he removed his hands, and I felt a sudden cold hit me. Why did I feel so cold after his hands left me?
“I will make sure you crave me, so look forward to it.” He whispered as he took me off his lap and stood to walk towards the door before he turned around with a naughty smirk plastered to his lips.
“See you soon, my little fly.” He said it and walked out of the room, but I didn't know why the feeling of uncertainty filled my mind.
This game—would I win?