Gabriel, and Cali sat down to an amazing dinner. She had never eaten lobster before, and finally figured out why everyone always made such a big deal about it.

"Would you like some champagne?" Gabriel asked her, as picked up the bottle that had been chilling beside them.

"Well, I'm not much of a drinker." She told him. "To be honest, I had it a couple of times. But I never really cared for it."

"I have a feeling that you never actually had real champagne." He replied as he popped the cork form the bottle. "You probably just had a cheap sparkling white wine."

He then poured it into separate wine flutes. "Just try it." He told her, as he handed her the glass. "A toast! To magical evening." They clinked glasses, as they each took a sip. As she took a drink, she couldn't believe it. It tasted amazing!

"Oh my god!" She replied. "This tastes incredible!"

"I told you." he said, as he flashed her a coy smile. He poured her some more, and she gladly drank it.

"Just be careful." He warned her. "You don't want to over do it."

"True." She replied. "But I need to live a little." With a feeling of slight intoxication, and euphoria, she couldn't help but smile at him. He was handsome, and her inhibitions were now slightly altered. Without thinking about any possible consequences, she drank two more glasses.

"I have another surprise." He told her. "He then got up, and walked over to the bar area. He seemed to be fidgeting with something. All of a sudden, romantic music filled the air. With a huge smile on his face, he quickly made his way back over to her. As he did so, he bowed, took her hand, and kissed the back of it.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" He asked with an eager smile.

"I would be delighted." She replied as she returned his smile. With that, he held her one hand, and placed his other hand on her back. As she stared into deep dark eyes, she placed her other hand on his shoulder. Pretty soon they started to spin around the dance floor, as they seemed to get lost in each other's eyes.

He was right, the evening was magical. It seemed the more they spun around, the more they were falling under one another's spell. She couldn't actually remember a time in her life where everything felt so perfect. Then, out of nowhere, he dipped her. She let out a large gasp, as they both began to laugh. But as he brought her back up, their eyes suddenly locked onto each other's.

Before she even realized it, they were soon locked in a passionate kiss. With her inhibitions lowered, her lips soon parted as Gabriel's tongue made it's way between her quivering lips inside. Their opened mouths were locked in a dance of their own passionate. As he slowly pulled away, Cali closed her eyes. She soon felt his hot breath against her ear.

"I want you so bad, Songbird." He whispered breathlessly. Cali was becoming aroused, and couldn't control herself, and began to moan. His lips made their way down to her neck, as he feasted upon her like a hungry beast. This only made her moan even louder. At that moment, if it was actually possible, she would have gladly remained in his arms forever.

As he continued to caress her body, his hands made their way to the back of her dress. Cali soon heard the zipper being opened. Gabriel pilled away, and they stared intensely into each other's eyes. For the first time in her life, Cali's inhibitions seemed to melt away. She gave him a coy smile, as she let the dress drop to the floor. Gabriel's eyes widened in a look of amazement.

"Beautiful!" He gasped. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes." She replied. Cali was feeling all kinds of emotions, as her was experiencing other feelings as well. Anticipation, nervousness, arousal, fear, were all causing a greater feeling of burning desire that permeated throughout her body.

Right before her eyes, Gabriel threw off his jacket, shirt, and tie, as quickly as he possibly could. He then scooped her up in his arms, and carried her over to one of the lounge chairs that were close to the pool. Gently, he laid her down, as he lustful smile soon appeared upon his face. With that, he undid his pants, as he let them drop to the floor. Now they were both in nothing, but their underwear.

Cali could not help but stare at him in amazement. He had the name of an angel, the physique of a mythological god, and the smile of the devil. Powerless to his charms, she could not resist his wicked smile. Whether it was the champagne, her own untapped wanton desires, or both, at that moment she wanted him more than anything.

"Make love to me." She whispered.

He just smiled at her an bowed. "As you wish, my lady." Slowly, he got on top of her, as he soon straddled her body. She felt powerless, but she didn't care. Her body was aching for him, even though she felt nervous. After all this was going to technically be her first time. Yet it seemed right to her. Cali knew that she was literally in good hands.

As he hovered over her, he continued to flash her his same wicked smile. Gently, he grasped her necked. But with a light force, jerked her head to the side. Cali couldn't help but close her eye, as she soon felt his hot breath against her ear.

"I live only to pleasure you, my queen." He whispered. Then to her surprise, his tongue made it's way inside of her ear. Surprised, she let out a loud gasp, as that only made him chuckle. If anyone had ever suggested such a thing, she would have found the very thought of it revolting. But as soon as he did it, her mind and body turned to jelly. She had no idea, that there were sensual delights actually hiding in there.

"Oh my god!" She moaned. She could feel the hunger in his lips, as the made their way down her neck. Her body began to writhe, as his mouth soon made it's way to her breast. As his one hand began caress her one breast, and tease her nipple. His lips, and tongue, did they same as they equally pleasured the other.

Cali couldn't help but continue to moan. He was pleasuring her in ways, that she didn't even know where possible. She could feel the trail of goosebumps, that followed his fingertips along the way. No one's touch had ever ignited her passion like this before, not even her own. Like his name, his touch was that of an angel. But his hunger was that of a demon.

"Your tits taste amazing!" He whispered breathlessly. "And your lips are delectable. I wonder how good your sweet pussy will taste taste? I suppose there's only one way to find out."

All of a sudden, Cali's eyes shot open, as she became frightened. How could she forget? The magic of the night, the romance, and in all likelihood the three glasses of champagne had taken away all of her good judgement. But this soon sobered her up, and brought her back to reality. To her horror, she felt his hand grab the waste band of her underwear. She wasn't ready to show him, she wasn't ready for him to see.

"Stop!" She cried, as she grabbed his hand. He furrowed his brow, as he had a look of confusion.

"What's wrong, Songbird?" He asked.

"I-I'm sorry." She stuttered in fear. "But-but I can't." His look soon turned from confusion, to frustration, and then what looked like anger.

"Songbird." He replied with a crazed look in his eyes. "You cannot just bring me to this point, and then refuse my desires, that you yourself had enticed."

"I'm sorry." She cried. "But there's something you don't understand. I-"

"You're right, I don't understand!" He exclaimed. "What game are you trying to play with me? I am offering you my love, and have chosen you to be my wife! Do you have any idea, how many women would love to be in your place right now? I gave you the opportunity to say, "No."! But you begged me to continue!"

Cali felt guilty, but also afraid of him. Her vision became blurry as the tears began to well up in her eyes. "I thought I was ready, but I'm not. Besides, you promised that you would wait until I was ready."

Gabriel's face hardened. He picked up another longe chair, and screamed as he threw it into the pool. Cali, on the other hand screamed because he was frightening her.

"I own you, Songbird!" He exclaimed. "We have a deal, remember? And I did wait until you were ready! I not only asked you, but you begged me! You are ready! You belong to me! And you were the one, who offered your virginity to me. So it is mine to take!"

Before she could even react, he pushed her down. He grabbed her wrists, and forced them above her head. This time she was not aroused by his actions, this time she was terrified. She kept crying, and begging him to stop. But he had a look in his eyes, an unstoppable wild beast who was completely possessed.

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Why would she tease me like this? He wondered. Can she not understand how much I love her, and want to please her? Is this just her way of trying to control me? Rosy must have convinced her to do this to me.

He grasped her chin, as he hungrily tasted her lips. He thought she was going to give in, but she was continuing to struggle. He was confused, no woman had ever before resisted his advances.

That's because they were gold diggers. As if his own conscience was debating him. This one is special, it is the reason you fell in love with her. She is not like the others, and you did promise to wait until she was ready.

But he did wait, in fact he waited until she begged him.

But she changed her mind, and she is no longer ready. Plus she had a little too much to drink tonight. If you take her against her will, she won't ever love you. She will only see you as a beast. Don't forget, you too had a few glasses of champagne You're own cognitive reasoning may also be impaired.

No, she was his. She belonged to him, and she agreed to do as he pleased. He would show her how much he loved her, he would show her how good she would feel. Once he took her virtue she would belong to him completely. She would see that she would want to give in to her own desires.

As he continued to pepper her body with his hungry kisses, he hoped that she would once again give into her passion. But she wasn't, instead she continued to struggle beneath him. She was crying, and begging him to stop. He hated to admit it. But between her vulnerability, and the power he had over her, aroused him even more. He was going to fuck her, he was going to fuck her until he loved her. Once again, he grabbed the top of her waste band.

"No!" She cried. "Please stop! You don't understand!"

"No!" He exclaimed. You don't understand! I am the one in control. You are my property! You offered your life to me in exchange for your deadbeat uncle! You agreed to me mine, and to not defy me. I am only rightfully taking what is mine!"

With great fervor, he ripped her underwear right off of her body. Barbaric, raw desire drove him as he longed to she her entire beautiful naked body. But as soon he ripped them off, he was horrified by what he saw. His body began to tremble, as angry tears welled up in his eyes.

"What the fuck?" He cried. "Who did this to you?" As he looked at her vaginal area, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was covered in scars, that looked like multiple cigar burns. Apparently her pubic hair couldn't even grown back to cover it. There was some pubic hair growing in patches, but now enough to hide it.

As he looked into her frightened teary eyes, his heart began to break. Not just for whatever horrific abuse had happened to her, but because of his own actions. No matter how much she hated him right now, it couldn't possibly compare to his own self hatred over what he had just done.

"Songbird." He solemnly said to her, as he felt nothing but remorse. He reached for her, but she jerked away. She looked at him with angry tears in her eyes.

"My name is Calliope!" She angrily cried. She then got up from the lounge chair, made a dash towards where she had dropped her gown, and grabbed it off the floor. She then wrapped it around her body, and stormed off towards the elevator. More than anything, he wanted to go after her. He could hear her crying as she made a dash for the elevator. He wanted to try, and comfort her, but he knew that would just make the situation worse.

Instead, he quickly got dressed, and made his way to the bar. Gabriel then grabbed bottle of scotch, poured it into a glass, and downed it. He made his way over to the dinner table, sat down, and pour himself another drink. As he continued to drink, he began to seethe with rage. What monster did this to his songbird?

Perhaps drinking, while angry, was not his smartest move. His phone soon rang, and he saw that it was Anton.

"WHAT!" Exclaimed Gabriel, as he answered the phone.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Replied Anton. "But I saw Cali crying, as she ran into your bedroom. Is everything alright?"

"Her name is Miss Russo to you!" Gabriel growled through the phone receiver.

"Of course, sir." Anton replied. "My apologies, I meant no disrespect. I just wanted to know if you needed my services."

"Our personal lives are none your business!" Gabriel snapped at him. "That being said, keep an eye out for her, she is not to leave that room. At least not until I return to her. She is vulnerable right now, and I don't want her making any rash decisions. But if you, or any of your men harm her in any way, I will have your head on my mantle. Understand?"

"Of course, sir." Replied Anton. "I shall do as you wish."

As he hung up the phone, Gabriel poured himself another glass of scotch, and downed it as well. He felt burning hatred, at the thought of someone brutalizing Cali like that. It was if someone had defaced DeVinci's, The Last Supper. The pain she endured must have been unbearable, and the mental scars had obviously overshadowed her physical ones.

"Fuck!" He cried, as threw the glass on the floor. It smashed into millions of pieces, as Gabriel angrily clawed his fingers through his hair. Crying out in both anger at himself, and at whoever had hurt her, one thing was for sure. Someone was going to pay! He then took at his phone, and called his chauffeur.

"Hello?" The driver said as he answered the phone sounding quite groggy.

"Get dressed and bring my car around, immediately!" Gabriel ordered.

"But sir, it's one in the morning." The chauffeur replied.

"I didn't call to get the local time!" Gabriel exclaimed in anger. "Now send home what ever cheap slut, that currently has her arms wrapped around you, and meet me out front in ten minutes! Or I might lose my temper! Do you understand?"

"Y-yes sir." The chauffeur replied as he hung up the phone.

Gabriel could feel his own nostrils flair, as he continued to seethe with rage. Whoever hurt his songbird was going to die!

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Gabriel waited out front for his limo to pull up, the car actually arrived a minuted early. The driver opened the door for him to get in, as Gabriel hardly even acknowledged him. The chauffeur got in the front seat, and soon started the car

"Where to Mr Esposito?" The driver asked.

"Salvador Russo's." Gabriel replied as shoved the magazine into handle of his gun.

Was it you old man? He wondered. Were you the one who did that to her? If not, than you know who did, and you're going to tell me. When I get my hands on them, even if it's you old man, they're going to be begging for the fiery depths of hell.