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Celestina jumped when Alessandro first stepped to her daughter and crowded her space. But she knew better than to verbally protest, or he would do the same or worse to her. So she sat there, eyes wide to the point where it hurt, and watched as Alessandro threatened her daughter. Celestina wondered if she would be next.
But he hadn’t done it. He’d held back, but now Isotta pushed him. She wasn’t docile and afraid. Isotta had been standing up to him, asking questions, and challenging him. The rage brewed up in him, and Alessandro found it difficult to control. Besides, as he was so near Isotta, so close to her lovely face, a new thought crossed his mind that he could give her what she deserved, take from her so her husband knew, and fuck her like she belonged to him. She would make a decent substitute for her sister. Valentina was supposed to accept what he had to offer, but he could take from Isotta. The nearer he was, and the more he thought about it, Alessandro became increasingly entertained by the ultimate fuck you to Massimo. Fuck his wife.
“I’ve tried to be nice,” Alessandro started, moving past Isotta’s face and whispering in her ear. He was even closer to her. He could smell her essence and see the swell of her breasts rising and falling in quicker succession. The thought of taking her rose again in his soul.
“I’ve allowed you and your mother to stay together, to keep each other company, but all that has changed now.”
In an instant, Alessandro stepped behind her chair, leaned it, and spun it so that he could pull her backward across the room. Celestina’s eyes widened even more. She tried to get up as she was finally able to protest but was quickly reminded that she was bound to the chair. There was also a reinforced reminder by the two bodyguards who stepped up next to her chair.
“Please, no,” Celestina cried, her eyes filling with hot tears that remained warm as they spilled down her cheeks. “Please, please,” she continued to beg.
But her words didn’t seem to penetrate Alessandro’s ears as he continued to drag Isotta across the floor slowly. It wasn’t until he started to move her that Isotta really started to worry about remaining safe. She hadn’t really worried about her mother’s safety. As long as she was there, Isotta felt like she could protect her mother, if only with her words. She’d been so angry with Celestina that, for the briefest time, she didn’t care about protecting her, but as she moved further away from her mother, she did begin to worry about her. She wouldn’t fare well alone. She just wouldn’t. Hearing her mother cry out only reaffirmed that she wouldn’t do well.
When the door closed to wherever Alessandro had taken Isotta, Celestina cried. She cried from her soul. She grew even more fearful, more scared that something would happen to her daughter. She didn’t think about herself. She was concerned about Isotta. Celestina’s tear-stained cheeks showed that.
Alessandro spun her chair again so she could face him. He saw that Isotta’s eyes were unsettled. Alessandro smiled in response.
Isotta saw him smiling, and for the second time, she was afraid. Alessandro did remain as near to her as he had been before. He made sure her chair was back on all four legs and then stepped away. Isotta watched as he pivoted on his heels and leaned against a desk, crossing his ankles and folding his arms across his muscled chest. Alessandro enjoyed her deer in headlights look. He watched as she looked around the darkened room, presumably trying to find an escape. But there wasn’t any. There were four solid walls and a door with a one-way lock. She would discover that soon enough.
Alessandro contemplated what he’d thought about moments before, taking from her because her family had taken from him. Alessandro’s eyes trailed Isotta’s body slowly, methodically. Even in the dim light, he could see her body underneath the casual dress she wore, the swell of Isotta’s breasts, the falling away of the dress at her taut waist. Alessandro felt Isotta watching him take her in as he allowed his eyes to continue down to her exposed legs. She felt squeamish because she could clearly see the lust in his eyes even though the area was not well-lit. Isotta found herself subconsciously pulling into herself, trying to cover herself even though her hands were still tied. Self-consciousness was an understatement. But Isotta deflected because she hoped it would deter the inevitable.
“Why’d you do that?”
Alessandro was lost in the fantasy while trying to hold himself back from what he desired the most. He barely heard the question. He certainly didn’t process the question, so Isotta asked him again when he failed to answer.
“Why did you do that?” Isotta asked again, this time her voice a bit keener.
His eyes continued to rove over her, from her legs slowly back up to her breasts, where they lingered. Her escalated breath made her titties rise and fall at a faster clip which enticed Alessandro even more. His dick thumped hard in response. And when she raised her voice, it drew Alessandro’s attention to her mouth.
“What?” He asked, not hearing what she said but seeing her lips move so seductively it made his dick jump again.
“Why did you do that? Why did you separate my mother and me?” Isotta insisted.
Alessandro was finally able to focus on what she said. He had to remind himself of why they were there. He stood up from the desk and tried to walk his hard-on off. He allowed those old feelings of anger and frustration to reregister back in his head and in his heart.
“Because,” he said, slowly turning around and facing her. “I want you to hurt. I want your mother to wonder what’s going on with you while you do the same.” Alessandro felt the taste of that first anger on his lips. He wanted her to hurt so badly. The longer he prolonged it, the more satisfaction he intended to get from it.
“I wonder what my bodyguards are doing to her now.”
Isotta saw that his eyes were dark and focused like they’d been the first time she saw him at the wedding reception. She realized that the old hurt had been reawakened, and she felt nervous about it. She felt nervous for her mother, too.
Now that he had her, Alessandro couldn’t let her go.
He picked up the walkie-talkie from his desk.
“Make the old bitch scream,” he said, looking directly at Isotta. “Record it for posterity.”
“Copy that,” the guy said on the other end.
Isotta was shocked as he made his way over to her.
“Why?” She screamed. “Why are you doing this?”
“I already explained that to you,” Alessandro replied, slowly trekking in her direction. “I told you, and now I’m going to show you.”
Just the thought of taking what was most precious to her, what Massimo coveted, made Alessandro’s nature rise. The hard-on he walked off reemerged with the mere thought of taking her.
“What do you mean, show me?” Isotta quizzed. She could feel her senses rise, like an internal warning bell that was ringing and ringing again. She hated the way he looked at her as he moved closer. His brows knocked together, and his gaze was more intense than she’d remembered it to be. He even licked his lips like he was hungry, and a great meal had been laid before him.
