Untamed Slave: Caged

Chapter 8

Xavier POV

"You said I could have one more year!" I said screaming at my father, we haad a deal I could wait one more year before I had to get married.

"Yes, but I changed my mind. Why put off the inevitable."

"Father!" I basically growled at him, I pissed!

"You have known since you were a baby that I would pick a bride for you and you would marry her." I clenched my jaw fighting the urge to break his neck. It's no secret that I am stronger than he is and more feared, but he is in charge and even as his son there will be consequences.

"My father chose my brides, his father chose his and so on, It is how it works, and how it will go on working for all eternity."

"I understand the tradition! I will marry her..."

"Of course you will! I saw how you looked at her. She is probably already in your room. The only thought you have is of ripping those clothes from her body and taking her." he smirked, probably picturing it.

"No, I do not enjoy any of this!" I am not like my father, I do not enjoy other pain.

"Fine you can wait for your wedding night, we have never been keen on forcing our women, but you will comply with tradition." I have never been keen on forcing my women, I can’t speak for him.

"Being forced to marry a stranger is something I'll do, but I will not be forced into the other tradition!"

"Don't be stupid boy! You know of the consequences of your defiance! You will do everything as this family has done it for years!" He can’t make follow all the traditions, it is to involved for him to force my hand. 

"You are a bastard!"

"And you're a bastard's son! They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I stormed away from my father hitting the wall as soon as I was out of sight. I went straight to my room where Skye was waiting for me. Skye - a gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl. At opening the door I notice her standing in a corner of the room, ready to pounce. She has made a total mess of my bedroom, even broken my one drawer.

"Skye..."

"Stay away from me!" She warned as I closed the space between us. Her warning not fazing me a bit. She is a small girl, I am a lot stronger than her.

"Stay the hell away from me!" She warned again her words firmer. I still didn't stop, which is when she lunged at me with the piece of wood in her hand aimed at my heart. I easily avoided her for the first few times, but by the sixth try she almost had me, I was holding onto both her wrists as she pushed against me, for such a tiny half blood, she is strong. We were pushing against each others weight and this wasn't getting us anywhere.

"Skye stop it!" I ordered which seemed to only motivate her more. So I did the opposite I stopped pushing, she fell forward from the lack of support and since I was still holding on to her I was pulled down with her, landing on top of her on the carpet.

This was my chance; I grabbed the piece of wood out of her hand and threw it to the side of the room. Removing my weight from her, I straddled her and pinned her arms above her head, within a blink of an eye.

"Stop it! Please let go!" She was thrashing, trying to get me of her.

"Please!" She shrieked at me.

"I'm a virgin!"

"What? You are!?" She froze at my shocked expression.

"Don't look so surprised!"

"It's strange! I mean you're twenty!"

"And there is nothing wrong with waiting..."

"To be married?"

"Yes."

"I do not plan to r**e you! I'm just protecting myself from your murderous attempts at my life." I can’t believe a beautiful girl like her could be a virgin, guys must fall at her feet.

"Fine I'll stop, get off me!"

"No, I think I'll stay, I kind of like this position." I teased her. I loved to see her blush.

"You're a bastard!" And you're a bastard's son, they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The words rang in my mind.

"I just want to talk okay, explain some things to you. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Fine!" she rolled her eyes at me. Those beautiful green eyes.

"Okay." I let go of her hands and got off of her. She got up and put a little distance between us.

"Sit down." She did, which is the first time she actually listened to me. I went over to my mini fridge and got out a cold bag of blood, before slowly walking over to her.

"Here hold it against your cheek it will help with the throbbing." She took the blood bag and held it against her cheek where I had slapped the hell out of her. My hand print was still visible. 

"Sorry I hit you so hard, but you did bite me after all, I actually tasted blood."

"You did deserve it." I did kiss her without any warning, she should have slapped me, rather me her.

"Fair enough." I admitted.

"You said you wanted to explain some things?" She is still being guarded.

"First off I do have anger issues, if you test me you will get hurt." It was not her biting me that made me lash out, it was the rejection. No one as ever bitten me in order to hurt or stop me. Why she would use such a pleasurable act like biting to inflict rejection I'll never know. Then we have the jealousy, the way she shielded herself, because of the boy! It hit a nerve.

"Let me guess I'm just supposed to take it!" you’d think that id someone just warned to not to be testy, you’d behave, not her.

"Or avoid it, by behaving." I tried again.

"Yeah that's going to be a problem."

Skye's POV

"You will be my wife and as for the time being you are my fiance- you are mine, which means I may enjoy you as I wish too, every inch of you!" His eyes trailed over my body and I instinctively covered my self by bending over and folding my arms around myself. I'm not some prude, I can show some skin, wear crop tops and short skirts and shorts, but the way these close are designed isn't for fashion or even for my benefit- it's made for the benefit of the one that will be looking at me, it enhances every inch of your body to it's limit.

"That's going to have to stop." He doesn’t like it when I shield my body from his view.

"Excuse me? What has to stop?" I played coy.

"You can't cover yourself up like that- I'm glad to see that you covering yourself up weren't just to spare the other guy from seeing you like this- it seems more a moral thing."

"Yes it is I find it morally incorrect that I'm dressed to please the p*****t I have to marry." He took a breath before smiling at me.

"It has to stop. You can't be conservative."

"Can I ask why? Why do you prefer me being dressed like a slut, shouldn't you have pride in your soon to be wife, or do you only wish her to be visually satisfying?"

"It's how our women dress." Our women... That seems insulting.

"Its tradition, in our family brides get chosen for us, they are dressed like you up to the wedding, sometimes even after it. Our women are just women; we feed them, clothe them and give them a home. Their only purpose is to satisfy and reproduce." Yes, 'our women' is in fact an insult.

"Why don't you just get yourself a blow up doll?"

"And adopt." I added. The smile on his face was a bit more strained and I noticed his hands balling up.

"I prefer my women to tremble in my arms not deflate." He joked. It pissed me off. The fact that he just casual dismissed my snipe.

"All trembling I'll do around you is from your cold personality." That is so lame! What's wrong with me I don't have anything to prove to him, why do I keep pushing?

"I'd love to prove you wrong right now, right here on the carpet..." He said it smirking at me and I guess my expression must have been funny because he laughed; his laugh is actually really nice it's more like a warm chuckle than an outright laugh.

"No thank you." I declined.

"I thought that would be your answer."

"Don't look so glum." He said walking over to a cupboard and taking out a glass. He walked over to me taking the blood bag that was still in my hand.

"Thanks for warming it up for me; body temperature is better than room temperature."

"Back to business. The rules of this house are simple. You are not allowed to explore, you'll always have a bodyguard with you."

"You mean a babysitter."

"Yes. You will and can be summoned by me at anytime."

"Woof."

"Funny, you will not be doing anything for yourself."

"What?" he had lost me, I have no idea what he is talking about.

"It's not part of your purpose."

"Can you explain what you meant please?"

"You have a team that will consist of dressers, make-up artists and servants."

"Dressers?" What have my hands suddenly lost their ability to work?

"Yes."

"I have two hands, I can dress myself."

"Yes I do know that, but will you dress yourself in the clothes picked for you? I do not believe you will, especially if you have a problem with this outfit." I sighed I'm so sick of asking this question.

"What do you mean by that?"

"That is one of the more conservative ones." I'm not even going to answer.

"That's basically it. I did you a favour by telling you this, if my father discovers the kindness I showed you by explaining the situation, you wouldn't walk away unharmed."

"This kindness? You explained to me how I'm here only to be used." All he has done tonight is insulted me.

"Yes."

"Are you really oblivious to the outrage in my statement!"

"I don't see the point in acknowledging it!" He took a sip of his blood.

"Come in Marco." A really big guy came walking in, his arm is probably bigger than my head.

"This is your bodyguard, he'll be taking you to your room." He walked over to me and I immediately stood up sitting down around this guy will feel very intimidating.

"Marco." He said introducing himself. I held out my hand for him to shake.

"Polo!" I smiled as he let go of my hand surprised by me, I walked ahead of him to the door.