Once inside, I was in awe at how massive this suite was. Anyone could live here and never want for anything. I wanted to explore the suite, but then I remembered who it belonged to and that fear rose in my throat, worrying what he wanted with me.

He turned toward me as we stood in the foyer, his eyes roving down my body, lingering on the curves that had basically appeared overnight. The dress mother had picked out for me to wear this night was low cut, showing a bit of décolletage, while the length was short, stopping at mid-thigh. A black, thin strapped number.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to bite." He smiled at his own secret joke and it was such a beautiful smile. "You are Isabella correct?" He asked.

"Y-yes. B-but people call me Sienna." I stuttered as he sauntered toward me. I took cautious steps backwards until my back hit the wall and I had run out of places to go.

He hummed "I like that better. Did you know that this party you are here for is for my birthday? We share the same birthday. Isn't that just perfect considering you will be my wife one day? So technically you are mine already." He spoke lowly as he inched toward me, alcohol on his breath. "Maybe Delannah brought you here as an early birthday present." He mused.

'Was he insane'? I thought.

'Please don't ràpe me. Please don't ràpe me.' I thought over and over.

He frowned slightly as he stood with only a few inches between us, dressed up in a black suit. "Calm down. I'm not going to ràpe you." He cocked his head to the side, studying me as I just stared at him with wide turquoise eyes of innocence.

His finger pressed under my chin, lifting my face to his. "I wouldn't just force a woman... Or in your case, a girl, to lie on her back for me. You couldn't take it anyway, not yet, little virgiin. Just relax, human." He chuckled, causing a shiver to run up my spine. What was he doing to me?

I was so still and scared, so I stood still as he looked me over, his now, bright blue eyes, were probing into me, sifting into my soul.

"Strange. Even as a child, you were so flawlessly beautiful and perfect. Now here you are, right in front of me, as flawless as ever, if not more. I would swear that you aren't even human sometimes. Not a freckle, not a mole, not a stray hair in sight or open pore. Just.... Flawless." He breathed out in awe.

He knew me as a child? I still didn't even know his name.

He pressed my body between the wall and his chest and my heart sped up, pumping hard as butterflies beat their wings in my stomach.

I stayed still as he dipped his face down to my neck and inhaled. My skin goosed and my eyes fluttered closed as he let out a purr through his chest that was more like a rumble.

"You're mine, little human." He whispered seductively in my ear, giving me more chills.

The pad of his finger gently touched my cheek bone and slowly slid down my jawline, skimming down my neck until he was tracing my collar bone while his eyes bore in the side of my face. I could feel him watching me, but I didn't dare open my eyes to look.

My skin was getting hot as my body betrayed me and I felt a sensation in my lower belly, one that made me feel strange. It was something I had never felt before in my life..

Was this lust?

His hand slid to my waist and gripped me, pulling me even closer, if that was possible.

My eyes flew open and I peered up at his intense stare.

"Don't move. I want to try something."

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