4 The Sexy Italian Man

I didn't know what to feel or what to think. I was sitting in this black SUV with a very dangerous man who I disrespected in public. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted me dead. And to make matters even worse, there was no one around to witness me getting kidnapped.

Myles was sitting across from me, typing away at his phone. I noticed Carter was on the other side of him staring at me. He gave me an apologetic smile and turned his head to look out the window. And then I finally noticed that there was two more other guys in the car with us.

"I'm pretty sure you know why you're here," Myles said in his thick, Italian accent. It was strong and masculine. Also, sexy. I, however, didn't know where all my confidence came from. I was literally asking for a death wish. "Actually, I don't. Care to elaborate?"

Myles stopped typing on his phone and everyone that was sitting in the SUV now had their attention on me. Carter shook his head at me, telling me to stop, but I didn't. "Why am I here? You think kidnapping girls will help succeed your fetish needs? Is it a little kink that you like?"

In one swift moment, Myles had my hair in his grip and was yanking me towards him. "You don't learn, do you?"

I smirked. "I don't. What are you going to do? Spank me? Kill me? I've been dead for years."

Myles showed no emotion on his face except narrow his eyes at me to see if I was lying or telling the truth. He didn't say a word though and pushed me back in my seat. I touched my head, soothing the lingering pain that was left at the back of my head where Myles had yanked on. I leaned against the seat, staring outside the window.

We were going someplace that wasn't the school and I had a feeling that we were going to some abandon warehouse where Myles was going to murder me and nobody will even know who my killer was. I was completely horrified by the idea. Was he going to make me suffer? Will he kill me instantly so I won't feel the pain?

I don't know how long it has been, maybe an hour or two, but we finally pulled up to something that didn't look like an abandon warehouse. It was huge, maybe three stories, and it was a freaking mansion. Why would he bring me here?

"Get out," he ordered. I scrunched my face up and rolled my eyes, following the guy that was sitting in front of me, out of the car. The guy had brown hair and blue eyes with the same exact tattoo as Myles. He turned around and crossed his arms. "I'm Zac."

"Hi," I said. "I'm Ka-"

"-lynna. I know who you are," Zac said quite rudely. "Do you not have any manners?"

"I do have manners," I gasped. "But I'm not going to bow down to some.. some... some guy."

"Some guy?" The other guy that was in the car with us stood next to me. He leaned towards me and glared. "He's not just some "guy"."

"Back off, Kian," Carter came around and shoved some bags into his arms. "Go inside."

Kian shrugged him off and marched away with Zac. I stuck my tongue out at them and received a laugh from Carter. "You are so lucky they didn't see that."

"Whatever," I scoffed. "Why am I here?"

"Can't say," Carter said, pushing me towards the mansion's entrance. "Just go inside."

I stepped foot into the place and was mesmerized by how beautiful everything was. It was like I was in a movie and I was those little rich teenage girls who got anything and everything that they wanted but the sad reality kicked in and I realized that this was all just a lie. I was kidnapped and was taken to this beautiful place that Myles shouldn't be owning. Not with an attitude like that. How dare he?!

"You should really wipe that look off your face before Myles sees you," Carter stated before Myles walked in and dragged me up the stairs. He shoved me into the office and pushed me into the black leather seat across his desk. Myles walked over and leaned his butt against the desk and crossed his arms.

"Are you going to tell me why I'm here or are you going to keep staring at me?" I asked, glaring at him. Myles gripped onto my hair, once again, and pulled me out of my seat. He pushed me onto the floor so that I was kneeling before him. The sinister smirk across his face made me gulp.

"You don't like it down there, huh?" He taunted. "Keep talking that smack and I'll shove my cock down your throat."

He yanked me up and grabbed my hand, forcing it down on his clothed cock. I tried yanking my arm back but he only gripped it tighter and continued moving my hand to create friction.

"S-Stop," I stuttered, stupidly. Why the hell am I stuttering? This is stupid.

He groaned. "Do you really want me to stop?"

He was one sexy man, but there was no way I was going to submit to him. No freaking way.

"Let me go," I pleaded. "What do you want from me?"

He chuckled. "I don't want anything from you."

"Then why am I here?" I quickly responded.

"Just for fun," his hand moved away from my hair and gripped onto my throat. My free hand gripped onto his wrist, trying to pull it away so I can have some air.

"Relax, I'm not even close to cutting off your oxygen," he stated. "Yet."