own me

1

~intro~
morales.
something i though i had a firm grip on.
but around him?
they were something so foreign to me.
i found myself falling at his feet with every move he made.
he was a drug to me.
a heartless addiction no amount of rehab could help me get clean from.
i was stuck, in love with the beast that ruined my one picture perfect life.
he was the darkness that consumed me and the light i once was.
and thats how he liked it.
thats what he wanted.
and i didnt mind.
i was his.
and i loved it.

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now. im sure that if anyone by chance had read my other older books which have now been unpublished youll come to notice that writing style and topics do change quite often so bare with me. 

this book is something i feel personally and dont even know if it will see the light of day

if you dont like it then feel free to click off of it
obviously
this is expressing me and my visions
i dont care for your opinions this is all for my own self pleasure.

that may have came off as sexual but i don't exactly care
no matter
on with the story.
also that is her at the top or side you will find out her name and his in the very near future

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black.
all i see is black.
the darkness consumes me. eating me alive from within.
its funny really, how i went from a loving and caring girl to this.
my head throbbed viciously reminding me of last nights events. drunk and heart broken, the heavy restraint on my waist tells me exactly what i had done.
my virginity. taken by a man i am yet to look at the face of, well wouldnt they be proud i thought to myself. its been a week.
a week since the funeral.
a week since it really hit me.
hit me that they were really gone.
and it hurt. it hurt like a bitch. and now look at me, in a strangers bed hungover and heartbroken. its funny really. if someone would have told me that i was gonna end up in a strangers bed i would have flipped. but it just goes to show how quickly things can be flipped upside down in the blink of an eye.
this is what its come to, now i have to face the reality of my actions. literally.
i opens my eyes and all i see is black, black ceiling, black walls, black curtains, black everything. not an ounce of colour anywhere.
im about to sit up when a thick tan arm holds me firmly in place, my face morphs into horror at my actions. i lost my innocence to a man i didnt even know the name of! whilst drunk
i slowly move my small hands to the arm trying to gently pry it off of my small waist but it only snakes around me tighter. i sigh.

"buongiorno, gattina" a rough deep voice speaks lowly into my ear

i freeze. what do i do? do i say something back? do i just struggle some more in hopes hell let me go?
i contemplate what to do in my head for several seconds before replying with a small "good morning"

"and where did you think you were going?" he askes, his accent rich and daring.

"h-home" i manage to stutter out after a few seconds

"oh but why the rush?" he questions, his arm turning me over and pulling me flush against his muscular chest.

"i-i didnt think-" i began to reply but am silenced my plump lips smashing onto my own

he pulls back after a few seconds leaving me shocked.

"look at me, gattino."

i look up from his tattoo covered chest, my cheeks hot with embarrassment. i gasp, he was gorgeous. not in a pretty, beautiful way but in a unique way. of course there was no doubt about the fact the he was to 'beautiful' and all of that but he looked unique.
the scar above his thick sculpted brow gave him a dangerous appearance but his aura was enough to scare you away. he screamed danger and authority
and it was intoxicating

"tale bellezza non dovrebbe essere nascosta" he speaks after a few minutes staring directly into my eyes. his eyes. so unique

one being grey and the other a crystal blue

mesmerising.

"i-i need to go h-home" i say meekly after a few minutes

"but you are home" he replied.

my blood ran cold. what does he mean im home? im not home.

"no m-my home i-" i was cut off by a thick callous finger tapping my lips

"this is your home il mio amore and i will explain shortly. now we must get up, there are clothes in the closet pick whatever you want, we have breakfast to be getting to so do hurry" he says loosening his vice grip from my waist

i nod not being able to speak, if i do this he will explain to me whats going on, this isnt my home. i wamt to go home
i slips out of the duvet gripping a sheet to my body, i know hes seen it all but that doesnt mean i will bare it all for him again
walking into the closet i see the entire right side of it is stocked with female clothing, accessories and shoes. my mouth falls open at the sight of it all after a few seconds i walk over to the may racks of expensive looking clothes which were all my size. well thats interesting the little voice in my head speaks as i look through the copious amounts of designer dresses. i ended up moving to the mens side of the closet and finding a plain black hoodie pairing it with some thigh high boots
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slowly moving out of the closet i come face fo face with the man i gave my virginity to

"my clothes" he asks arching a brow at my attire

"it looked comfortable" i replied with a small shrug wrapping my arms around my small frame

"whatever suits you, gattino" he replied simply with a hint of amusement "now come. we have much to discuss"

oh boy.

salve.
this was the first chapter of the book im yet to name so you know
either leave now of carry on with the story i guess.