My Dominating Apollo

CLAIRESSA’S POV:-

I was staring at him, shocked as the realization hit me, it was him with whom I lost my virginity that night. His blue orbs were staring at me with a blank expression on his face. I tried to wiggle out of his hold; he stared at me while trying hard to get my hands out of his grip. Suddenly he released my hands, making them fall to my sides, I moved my hands over my chest. I looked up at him while rubbing the bruise which formed because of his tight grip over my wrist.

It was hurting badly, I could not make out words, I was opening my mouth and closing it like a fish, not knowing what to say. I was angry, disappointed, and glad it was him; I can’t deny the attraction, but I never thought I would lose it in my drunken state.

“You…” I whispered as tears began rolling in my eyes before I could complete the sentence. He shoved me to the wall claiming my lips like a hungry wolf while knocking off the air. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but he didn’t bulge at all, tears began falling from my eyes as he bit my lower lip harshly while his hand wrapped around my waist was making my body attached to his like a second skin.

I guess he felt my tears because he stopped kissing me and moved back while pushing a strand of my hair from my face, he stared at my face for a brief second before taking a step, I looked at him with tears rolling down my cheek silently, his eyes meet mine and I noticed hurt in his eyes. I quietly watched him walk away from the room while slamming the door shut and leaving me alone in the room.

I slipped down while a sob escaped from my mouth, I moved my legs to my chest while wrapping my arms around, I laid my head on my hands and cried out.

“Why?” I whispered,

“Why is this happening to me,” I sobbed, I miss mom, I want to go back and sit with her and watch her smile and talk.

I miss our time and our stupid talks; I miss you mom.

I cried and cried until there’s no tear left, I felt disgusted and used, I don’t understand why he is doing this to me, he took my virginity that night, now forcing me to stay with him against my will! Why?

What does he want from me? Why does he want me to stay with him?Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I spent the whole day in the room not going outside or moving from this place. A middle-aged man in a butler uniform walked inside and placed the lunch in front of me and insisted me to have it. I said nothing and had it since I was hungry after I finished having lunch he walked away from the room.

I walked to the bathroom and washed my face, I sighed as I stared at my reflection, I turned around and walked back into the room and climbed onto the bed. I pulled the soft mattress over me and laid down there, staring at the ceiling, and I slipped into a peaceful sleep.

**

As I woke up it was night, the room was empty and dark, I sighed before getting up from the bed, I switched on the lights and walked to the bathroom. I washed my face and strode back to the room and sat on the bed. All those things that happened in past days rushed to my mind and all those unanswered questions rushed to my mind.

Those questions were burning my head, I don’t know what to do? Whom to ask? I never in my life felt this helpless before, despite knowing that he’s a killer and psychopath my mind can’t accept it. I saw him kill that woman in front of my eyes, the mere thought of it is making my body shudder in fear but somewhere in my mind, I can’t accept it, it was not him! It was Cyrus, but both were the same person and both shared their thoughts with each other, which is quite confusing to me.

What if it was Cyrus who took my virginity? But if Cyrus had sex with me then why would he think I was his father’s lover, does that mean it was apollo? And maybe because of that, he didn’t hold me captive in his basement because he knew I was a virgin.

I think I should ask him all this or else I will blow my mind thinking about the whole night, I thought and slowly got up from my bed while wiping my tears, which were flowing down my eyes but I didn’t notice them. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room.

I walked downstairs looking around for him and my eyes caught his tall figure sitting with his back straight on the table at the bar. He was holding a glass of whiskey in his hand while staring into space. I hesitatingly stepped down the last stair, I gulped as I saw him take a sip of his drink,

He’s drinking, it’s not a good time to ask him all these! I thought,

I turned around and slowly stepped ahead, “Did you need something?” His voice stopped me dead in the tracks, I swallowed hard before slowly turning back. He was taking a sip from his drink, not looking at me.

“N…No” I shuddered, I stood there like a statue looking at him with my shaking legs and trembling hands.

I watched him place his empty glass on the counter. He turned his head and looked at me while moving his finger, signalling me to come over to him. I nervously walked towards him; my heart was pounding against my ribcage as my legs took every step towards him. Fear was creeping down my body.

I stopped in front of him and looking at him nervously, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him and made me sit on his lap, I gasped as my butt landed on his lap. I could feel him inhaling deeply and slowly as he moved his face closer to my ear, “Have you had dinner?” he asked, while he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

I inhaled sharply as his bulge touched my back, “No.. No!” I replied he looked at me with worry in his eyes as he heard my answer.

“Why?” he asked,

“I… I wasn’t hu… hungry,” I answered while avoiding his eyes. He grabbed my chin and turned my face towards him, I gasped at his sudden touch which shot electricity all over my body.

“Look at me and answer…” he said in a very dangerous way. His expression was deadly and the tone was sharp.

“I… I wasn’t hungry,” I answered, shivering under his electrifying gaze.

He stared at my face like he was searching for something on my face, I swallowed hard and tried my best to not show how terrified I was of his closeness.

Come-on Clarissa, ask him, you won’t get a chance again, my subconscious screamed at me.

I somehow mustered up some courage and opened my mouth,

“I… I want to ask… ask you something,” I said, looking at his face,

He said nothing, I waited for him to nod or say something, but he wasn’t doing that instead he just stared at me.

I opened my mouth to ask, but he cut me off,

“I didn’t do sex with you that night,” he said, making my heartbeat stop.

Does that mean… Oh my god!