Chapter 5 Is He A Devil Or An Angel

When the car parked in the parking lot of a luxury apartment in the basement, Luciano led me out of the car into the elevator. His hand kept gripping my cold hand, saying nothing to me. Fear gripped me so firmly that my body trembled and made my tongue freeze.

He led me out as the elevator stopped on the top floor, tugged me after him, walked down the hall and stopped in front of a room. He took the key card from his jacket pocket and opened the door with it, taking me inside with him and closing the door.

He let go of my hand as we stopped in front of the white sofa in the living room. He sits on the sofa, crossing his legs, folding his arms over his chest while I stand still.

I avoided his steady gaze, looking around the room. This apartment differs greatly from mine. It's so luxurious and beautiful like the penthouses I saw on the internet. But I didn't have time to admire it because I was busy struggling with my fear.

I looked back into his eyes. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Take off your clothes. You can put on my shirt and go to sleep."

"Are you going to fuck me now?" I regret the question as soon as I say it. I was so scared that I couldn't focus on what he was saying.

A teasing smile crossed his lips. I gripped my skirt, my heart beating faster and faster watching him stood up from the sofa, come over and stand before me.

"What are you doing?!" I asked in a panic, stopping his hands from unbuttoning my shirt.

"I did what you asked me to," he said and continued what he was doing. "No! Please stop it!" My eyes suddenly opened wide as he sealed my lips with a deep kiss.

His hand gripped the back of my neck while his other hand squeezed my breast. I wanted to bite his tongue as I felt it roam inside my mouth, but I was afraid he would hurt my aunt if I did that.

I struggled as he unbuttoned my shirt. He stopped raping my lips, gazing sharply into my eyes. "Don't move!" he said in a deep, threatening voice that made my body freeze.

Tears filled my eyes as he stripped me naked. My body trembled under his lustful gaze. I saw the flare of lust in his eyes as he admired my naked body. He grabbed my arm and laid me down on the sofa with him on top of me. My heart beats wildly. I feel like prey to be eaten by a beast.

I gripped the sofa, my body shivering as he sucked my nipple while his other hand fiddled with my other nipple, giving me pleasure as well as fear. He breathed heavily. I could feel his lustful breath on my bare skin.

Fear gripped me even more as his hand crept up my thigh to my pussy. I pressed my thighs together to stop his finger from getting inside me. "Please stop ... I beg you. I'm scared," I pleaded in a quavering voice. I couldn't help but cry.

He stopped his hand from moving, looking into my eyes. I saw the sadness, the anger in his eyes. "Don't cry! I told you I hate to see you cry!" he said in an angry, deep voice.

I tried, and I failed to stop crying. I closed my eyes as I kept crying.

I opened my eyes when I felt his warm hand gently wipe the tears from my cheeks. When our eyes met, I no longer saw the anger in his eyes, only sadness remained.

"Go to my room, put on my shirt, and go to bed. Do it now! Before I change my mind," he said in a soft but threatening voice.

As he released me from his grip, I quickly stood up from the sofa and ran into his room. There is only one bedroom in here. It's three times the size of my apartment room.

I opened the fancy wardrobe, took out a white shirt, and put it on in a hurry. I closed the wardrobe and immediately lay on the bed as I pulled the blanket over my trembling body.

I kept telling myself to sleep, but I couldn't. Tears kept dripping from the corners of my closed eyes. 'Why is he treating me like this? He hates seeing me cry, but why is he making me cry?' I asked myself.

I struggled to calm my rapid heartbeat at the sound of his footsteps walking into the room. As he stopped his steps, I heard the wardrobe open and heard the zipper being lowered. 'He's changing his clothes now,' I told myself.

I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep as he lay next to me. A strange feeling took over me as he gently embraced me in his warm embrace. I don't know how to explain this feeling, but I can feel another side of him that makes me forget my tears, my sadness, and my fear.

My heart is no longer beating rapidly. I feel safe, calm, and I feel sleepy. He kissed my forehead gently before I fell asleep.

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When I opened my eyes, I saw the soft sunlight coming in through the window and smelled the sweet smell of soap that filled the room.

I sat up in bed. My eyes suddenly opened wide with my heart beating fast to see Luciano, who was sitting on the sofa in front of me, wearing his bathrobe. His legs crossed, his arms folded over his chest, his beautiful gray eyes fixed on me. His wet hair was slicked back. Now I know where the sweet smell of soap comes from.

"Go take a shower now and make me breakfast," he said bossy.

My eyes widen again when I look at the clock. It's 7:15 am now. I quickly covered my mouth with my hands so I wouldn't scream. I haven't woken up this late since my dad died.

I quickly got out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and closed the door. I leaned my back against the door, placing my hands on my chest as I struggled to catch my breath.

My brows furrowed in wonder. 'I'm in the devil's lair right now, but why did I sleep so soundly last night in that devil's arms?' I asked myself.

I shake my head briskly as I tell myself this isn't the time to think about that, but it's time to take a shower. I quickly undressed myself and took a shower. All I can think of right now is to make him breakfast and go from this place to the office.

When I finished showering, I put on a bathrobe because I didn't know where my clothes were and combed my hair and walked out of the room to the kitchen. I immediately made a sandwich. The only food I can make because I can't cook.

When I finished making the sandwich, I cut it in half on a plate and carried the plate in my hand. 'Will he eat my cooking? I bet he's never eaten anything like this before,' I told myself, biting my lip in worry.

As I walked into the dining room, I couldn't blink my eyes, looking at him who was sitting on the dining chair. He has changed his bathrobe, with a white shirt, black trousers, black suit, and gray tie. He really is like a prince but a devil handsome prince.

He didn't notice me because he was busy with his cell phone. He looks at me, puts his phone in his jacket pocket as I stand next to him.

"Sir, here's your breakfast," I said politely, placing the plate in my hands onto the table before him. I didn't hear a word come out of his mouth. He just took the sandwich and put it in his mouth.

'Oh God! He ate my sandwich. Even my aunt wouldn't eat that,' I said in my mind. I don't know why I feel happy now. Fear took over me again as he looked into my eyes. "Where's your breakfast?" he asked.

"I-I'm not hungry," I lied to him. The truth is, I was so focused on making breakfast for him, I forgot to make breakfast for me.

I gasp in shock as he grabs my arm, making me sit sideways on his lap. Before I could blink, he kissed my lips, squeezing my breasts. His kiss was hard. Dominate. My body quiver in his grip.

Our eyes met as our lips parted. I struggled with my fear under his sharp gaze. "I will punish you so badly if you dare lie to me again," he said in a deep voice. His eyes told me he meant what he said.

I saw the satisfaction in his eyes, seeing me nod obediently. He then took the sandwich on the plate with his hand and brought it to my mouth. "Eat this now," he ordered me.

He left me no choice but to open my mouth and eat the sandwich. He kept feeding me until I finished eating it. My heart kept beating fast in fear. He differed greatly from the man who hugged me last night.

He then took his wallet from his trouser pocket and pulled out a black card from inside it. "Take this," he said, handing me the card. "You can use this card to buy whatever you want. And if you want cars, houses, jewelry, just tell me. I'll buy them all for you."

I looked away from his face. "I don't want the card and you don't have to buy me anything," I said sternly. All I want is to be free from his grip.

Someone then rang the doorbell, and that made me relieved. "I-I'll open the door," I said and immediately stood up from his lap, freeing myself from his grip.