“No!” I screamed, struggling to break free.
But his grip was like iron, unyielding as he pulled me close, his body pressing up against my ass.
He chuckled darkly. His breath skittered hot against my neck and his other hand snaked around to grab my waist. “Where do you think you’re going, Bella? We’re just getting started.”
“We’re not.” I tried to pull away, to twist out of his grasp, but he was too strong, his hold on me tightening as he rubbed his erection against my ass.
“Stop it!”
The sickening rhythm of his movements made my skin crawl. He was fucking humping my ass, grinding his body against mine with a disgusting urgency that made me want to scream.
But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg for him to get off me.
Instead, I fought back with everything I had.
I stomped on his foot, hard, and when he cursed in pain, I used the moment to elbow him in the ribs, putting as much force behind it as I could muster. All of this in fucking pointe shoes and a ballerina costume that wasn’t made for battle.
Vito grunted, but instead of letting go, he retaliated with a vicious jab to the side of my face. The impact sent stars dancing across my vision.
My head snapped to the side.
The taste of blood filled my mouth.
The room spun, but I refused to go down.
I couldn’t let him win.
My breath caught in my lungs.
Then, he began choking me with one hand as the other hand kept me in place.
The lack of oxygen made my limbs weak.
“I would fuck and kill you, if I could. you were something special. Thought you were better than me.”
I clawed and struggled against his hand, trying to stop him from choking me any further. It felt like cement had been poured down my lungs.
My vision blurred.
“You’re nothing. Just a piece of pussy to be sold, used, and thrown away. You’re not important.”
My head swam.
Just as my vision started to fade, the door to the dressing room burst open, and my stepfather’s voice boomed through the room. “Stop it, Vito!”
Oh God.
Vito let my neck go and shoved me forward.
My stepfather grabbed me. “She is Gianni’s now. Not yours.”
Vito sneered at him.
My throat burned.
And right as I tried to run out of the open door, I collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
Get up. Come on. Get up.
