Beauty and her Beast:The Don's obsession
Chapter 40 - 39: Blasphemious ball

Chapter 40: Chapter 39: Blasphemious ball

Bella’s pov

I continue playing around in the huge garden, having fun and just walkimg as I feel its needed.

I see another batch of roses and immmediately I sprint to them and quickly stretch out my hand to pick out one.

Wrong move, turns out they are wild roses and the momemt my finger gets in contact, I feel a sting that has me wincing and pulling back.

I watch the blood trickling out, which is not much but I find myself laughing a little.

Rose just got thorned.

I turn around just in time to see the don marching into the garden with a worried expression on his face.

"Let me see" He says and I stretch out my hand to show him, puzzled as to why he is asking this way and how he knows.

"Shit" His next actiobs shock me and that is probably because my finger is in his kouth the next moment and he is sucking at it.

"Should I call the doctor" He asks when he pulls it out to see that the blood has stopped"Does it hurt" Again and with that I am bombared with differenr questions while I just remain there standing and trying to process which questions to answer first.

Seeing that I have kept silent it seems the man’s worries only hightens.

"The doctor" Wuth that, I am scopped into his arms and that is when a small startled scream escapes my lips.

"Are you ok" Raffaele asks yet again and trust me, I dont realise when it happens but it does.

I burst out laughing while in his arms, the laughter peeling out without restraint as I cradle my stomach, at that moment I wonder just how someone who is this huge can act so cute.

I don’t stop laughing especially when his face morphes into a look of confusion and if possible, I only laugh harder.

After sometime my laughter finally dies down and I look at him only to see him already gazing but this time with a look of awe and adoration.

"This is the frst time you are laughing and that too for my sake" Raffaele whispers, his face having a look of disbelief.

I am sure he doesn’t realise when he lowers me to stand abd cups my cheeks, his eyes filled with happiness.

He grins and before I know what is happening, I am pulled into an embrace.

I don’t get the time to register anything as I am soon swept into his arms and he starts heading towards the house through the back door.

"Remove the roses from the garden and replace them" He tells the gardener who is standing there.

The man looks as shocked as I am.

"B-but don, they have been ordered last week from monaco and are very rare" The gardener says and Raffaele only glares at the man.

"My money, My rules" It was simple before I am being led into the house to sit on the sofa.

"Why do you want to replace them" I ask after hesitating

I have my head down the enter time, deciding it’s better not to speak as I am being glared at by this insuferable man.

The maid incharge of taking care of my room starts moving upstairs towards it, while I just stand there starring at the wall behind his head and wishing to just disappear.

"Come here" Raffaele calls out and I can swear I almost roll my eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me" He questions his voice carryibg a hint of amusement and that is when my head snaps towards him in shock.

"I-No Don" I answer after clearing my throat to make sure that my voice doesn’t betray me.

"Come here Bella" He says beckoning me to him as I try very hard not to stare at the ground and stay rooted there.

"Raffaele" I whisper the moment I stand in front of him as I know if I call him ’Don’ then he’ll start another weird drama.

"Hmm" humming lightly, I find myself perched on his lap which makes me uncomfortable and I attempt to leave only for his arms to hold me in place.

"Where are you going" Thick and heavy with his italian accemt becoming slightly noticeable.

I say nothing and he looks at me for sometime before continuing his work in front of him on the table.

I turn myself to stare at what he is doing before I feel something hard pressing against me.

I freeze too and seeing my reaction, he chuckles and his face finds the crook of my neck.

"Darling" He rasps. "You have no idea just how hard it is living with you everyday and not having a taste, you drive me crazy Bella, this face, the body, heck your voice and I promise you baby the day I have you underneath me I won’t stop till you are crying from too much pleasure and even then I’ll give you so much pleasure, that is all you’ll think about for weeks" All these are beong said in my ear in a very low and seductive whisper, while his hand which is placed on my waist moves to settle inside my shirt and he starts dragging his hand upwards.

My body heats up, not just from his words but from his actions and I curse myself for reacting like this to the touch of a man who has been nothing less of a scary beast to me.

One that terrifies me on certain occations but I figured my body’s reaction is probably due to how sinfullt handsome his face is.

"Hmm" It comes out before I can stop myself, when his hand kneeds my tits, throwing my head back against his chest, I try hard to stable my breathibg and also figire out why my body is acting like this.

Stockholm syndrome.

Keeps ringing in my head but I shove it aside as my mind becomes too clouded by what the man is doing to my body.

"No man will ever touch you the way that I will baby" He says and the other hand slides to the band of the skirt I am currently wearing.

When the hand enters the skirt I have no idea as my mind is too clouded to think, but the moment I feel a touch on my sensitive bud, I jolt in shock and attempt to move away.

I struggle a little trying to get out of his hold as a new wave of fear mixed with a thrill threatens to envelop me.

Holding myself back, I finally manage to pull myself away from the man and that is when I see him grinning widely at me while biting his bottom lip seductively.

"I like it when you try fighting me baby, it just makes it all the more interesting for when I’ll finally have you" He says before bending to press a peck on my cheeks and one on my lips.

"Get ready, we are going to a ball" He says and and that moment all.other thoughts wipe out of my head as my eyes widen.

"We are going out, but I don’t know what to wear" Which is the truth, my closet might be filled to the brim but I have absolutely no idea what to waer, heck most of the time I just settle for a hoodie and sweatpants.

"They’ll be people here to help" With that he stands up when his phone suddenly starts ringing.

We are going to a ball

I am so confused right now.

I sit there, furstrated and confused and a very bratty side of me wants to just go over to him and tell him.

I ain’t going.

But I kinda want to go outside and away from his stuffy face.

Good radiance.

After some peep talk, it doesn’t take long for the door bell to ring and the door be attended to by the maids there.

Soon the living room is occupied by three women and two men.

The first woman has a bob neck length black hair that bobs everytime she moves along with very pretty eyes and a nice figure in baggy jeans and a tshirt.

The second lady is blonde with her hair put in a tight bun and she looks every bit of gorgeous with the beige dress complementing her skin.

The last lady has shoulder length red hair and is pretty with a brown dress.

The two men look identical and after they all introduce themselves, I not only learn they are famous designers/ makeup artists but also that they are wonderful at their job.

After some hours of intense screaming, shoving and laughing along with sone refreashing tea, here I am starring at a completely different woman in the mirror.

Not a girl

I look every bit of sophisticated and I could swear if not for me being me I wouldn’t believe this is me.

Ignore that last sentence hehehe.