Grace's POV

I groaned and tried to pull the bedsheet closer as I felt cold, but I couldn't pull the bedsheet; it was stuck in something.

I annoyingly opened my eyes and then I realised I was not in my room. It was early morning and the window was open.

Where am I?

I blinked my heavy eyes trying to clear my vision. I held on to the bedsheet and looked at myself. My stomach churned when I found myself naked under bedsheets.

Oh my god! What has happened?

I gasped when a large hand grabbed me by the arm, I quickly turned around to push whoever it was.

I was about to push but he quickly grabbed my hands and pressed me down on the bed.

"Chief?!"

I mumbled in confusion.

I visibly relaxed, at least I am not with someone else. It explains why I am naked.

He has done more than just take my clothes off. This shouldn't be a big thing.

This is his room, but this time I am on the other side of the bed, so I couldn't recognise it. I wasn't allowed to come into his room, but after a few days, he started calling me into his room. I don't know why.

My heart started racing when he got on top of me. I can feel his every inch touching my body.

My hands are still on his chest and shoulder which I raised to push him away. This is the first time I am touching him, I have never touched his body before. It's him who does everything.

I gulped as I felt his warm body; his muscles were so hard. My eyes travelled on his shoulders, he has a sexy body.

He didn't make any further move and I looked at him. I was about to look away again but one thing caught my attention.

His eyes! They are not grey.

My eyebrows slightly furrowed. His eyes are actually blue. Maybe I didn't notice them properly when I first met him, and after that, I haven't looked at his eyes. It was dark, did I mistake it for grey?

I looked into his eyes. They don't look too intimidating in blue colour. They are so beautiful like the deep Ocean. His long eyelashes are acting like curtains for these beautiful orbs.

I have never looked at his face up close, but now that I am looking at it, I can't take my eyes off it. His beautiful almond eyes and blue crystals are mesmerising. Long, sharp and pointed nose. Beautiful heart-shaped red lips. And what grabbed my attention is a small mole on his upper lip.

It's hidden under his stubble but I can easily see it from this close. It's so cute and beautiful. If it's not for his stubble, he will look much younger and cuter because of this mole.

Once again, my eyes met his; he was looking at me in the same way I was looking at him. What is he thinking?

Then suddenly I remembered what he had done yesterday. He killed someone. Adoration in my eyes turned into fear when I heard those bullet shots in my head. How he screamed in pain, how his skull cracked.

I am sleeping beneath a murderer, he is a monster. He can kill me too. I don't want to be near him.

I panicked and quickly retrieved my hands from his chest. I tried to scoot away, but he pressed me on the bed, not letting me move even an inch.

I closed my eyes and let the tears escape as he snatched the bedsheet from my body leaving both of us Naked.

He started massaging my breasts roughly and my hands automatically raised to stop him. I didn't do it purposely, it was just a sudden reaction.

I whimpered as he grabbed my wrists in a strong grip.

"Stay still if you want your hands in place."

My heart almost stopped beating when he threatened me in a hard voice.

He usually doesn't talk unless he wants to threaten me.

My hands froze as I heard his threat, i don't want him to hurt me. He won't think twice before killing me.

Who am I? No one!

Just a random girl whom he fucks to satisfy his needs.

I stayed still, letting him do whatever he wanted, not like I could do anything. He has already done everything.

He leaned down and tortured my boobs until I got wet. I feel ashamed whenever I get wet for him.

I clutched the bedsheets when it started sucking and biting on my neck. Low whimpers escaped my mouth. He only kisses me on my neck, he has never tried to kiss me on my lips, and I am thankful. At least there is something which is still with me. I still have my first kiss to experience.

Suddenly, he pulled back away from me, and I looked at him, confused. Thinking that he was letting me go was stupid because he roughly flipped me on the bed, making me gasp. He placed pillows under my stomach, and I shivered.

I bit back my cries, whenever he takes me from behind he goes too rough on me. Now, when he does it, I realise that he was actually very gentle to me on the first night. His thrusts were gentle compared to what he does to me now.

Throaty scream left my mouth when he slammed his length inside me in one thrust.

I wiggled in my place and he slapped my thigh as a warning. I hissed as it stung.

He grabbed both my wrists behind my back and pressed me down.

I hid my face in pillows when he started thrusting inside me. I can't say it's not pleasurable, he makes me scream in pleasure but what I don't like is the face of this relationship. We don't have a connection, I don't know him. I feel like a whore who is moaning under him for money.

I closed my eyes in shame as a skin-slapping voice filled the bedroom. His grunts were making my body fill with goosebumps.

I moaned when my toes curled as I got ready to orgasm. He increased his speed and my walls clenched around his hardness.

I orgasmed with a loud gasp, my body trembled for a second as I came down from my high.

He grabbed me by the waist and started trusting me hardly. After a few seconds, he emptied himself inside me with a loud grunt.

I stayed still as his lips touched the back of my neck. His hot breath lingered on his back. I could feel his hands wandering on my thigh where he had slapped me. He must be enjoying his marks on my body, the way it stung, I know it has left a red mark.

I sighed as he slowly and gently rubbed that spot, what is he trying to do? When I started getting comfortable, he pulled his length out of me and got out of bed.

I quietly lay on the bed and covered myself with bedsheets. I hope he doesn't ask for a second round.

I sighed in relief when he walked towards the washroom. I tried to look for my clothes but they weren't there.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

I panicked.

I am completely naked, I don't have clothes, not even inners, and I don't have enough courage to ask him where it is.

After a few minutes, he came out of the washroom, only in his towel. I looked at him and tried to keep my eyes in one place.

Feminine urge to check him out is too strong. I would have loved it if he weren't the criminal. This man is dangerous and evil. His handsome face is just a facade. He is ugly inside.

I cleared my throat awkwardly.

"I can't find my clothes..."

I said looking at him.

I don't know why, but it's easier to look at his blue eyes than his grey ones. They are calm and sparkling. I am not scared of his eyes anymore.

I stayed silent waiting for his answer.