Pain shot through my head as he dragged me by the hair, yanking my head backwards. Then my back slammed against a cold surface. Wincing, I looked behind me and found the bed pillar. My eyes tightened as I noticed the little metal rings hooked in the carved wood. He pushed me to my knees against the pillar, and forced my arms up.
I scratched his forearms and anywhere I could reach as hard as I could, and at the same time kicked my knees against his palm that was forcing me down. But he was faster and stronger, holding my arms immobile. The cuffs were burning my wrist again, and then he hooked them in the metal rings above my head.
“What the fuck?” I rasped, shaking and rattling the goddamn cuffs.
“This,” he stepped away and crouched down, his eyes trailing down my nakedness, his tongue darting and licking his lower lip, slowly, hungrily, “will be your side of the bed, tesoro mio.”
Another round of fear crept all over my skin. The feral desire in his gaze penetrated my core and stole my breath away. I pulled my knees to my chest, covering myself.
He shook his head. “What did I say? Don’t make me cuff your ankles, too.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, not moving.
“Okay.” He got to his feet, went to the nightstand and opened a drawer. Then he smirked at me, leather ankle cuffs in hand. “Don’t say I didn’t—”
“All right. Fuck.” Reluctantly, I lowered down my knees, revealing my breasts.
“All the way down and spread them for me. I wanna take a good look at that pussy.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“True.” He crouched before me again. “And you’re the captive of a sick bastard, so…” He tossed the cuffs on the sheets and held my knees, spreading my legs. “Be good or else.”
My stomach clenched, and my knees jerked as his fingers on my inner thighs spread me open. My body shook involuntarily as he pierced me with his sick stare. His throat bobbed with a swallow, his breathing suddenly audible.
“Cazzo.” He took his time staring at my pussy, and then his penetrating gaze eye-fucked me from head to toe. Everything in me was clenching in fear, disgust, anger…and something primal I couldn’t control.Pathetic, I know. But my body had been molested by a sick bastard for years, and defense mechanisms worked in fucked up ways. I couldn’t help what I was feeling now.
“Che bella. You’re so beautiful, Nicky, so fucking beautiful.” He came closer, and I flinched. His nose skimmed across my neck, sniffing, and then down my throat and between my breasts, sniffing again. “All mine.”
My skin tingled fiercely. “What are you doing?”
He continued to my belly, only touching me with his nose, sniffing me like an animal. Then he dove between my legs and took a long, deep breath.
He mumbled a few curses in Italian, his breath against my sensitive spot ripped a moan out of my throat. Shit.
He took another intake of breath and another. Then he stared at me, his eyes gleaming with arousal. “I want to fuck you so much.”
“If you touch me, you’ll be raping me.”
He grunted. “You’re lying. Your smell is begging for my cock.” He dipped one fingertip between my outer folds, and I tried so hard not to cry. Then he showed me his glistening finger. “Do you see how wet you are?”
Fuck. “I can’t control my body reaction to…this. I don’t expect you to understand, but it’s the truth. I don’t want you to fuck me, Domenico.”
He sucked on his finger, licking it with his eyes closed as if it was covered in delicious chocolate. “Well, a captor doesn’t give a shit about what his captive wants.”
“Jesus! Fine. I’m not your fucking captive. I’m sorry I said that. Happy?”
“So you are my wife now?”
“No.” That I’d never consent to, even under threat. “I’ll never be your wife.”
He licked his finger again and took another sniff at my pussy. “We shall see.” He stood, casting a long shadow, towering over me. Then he unbuttoned his shirt.
I shut my eyes, my cold, hurting hands clenching into fists. “I can’t believe this shit is happening again.”
“Open your eyes, little kitten, or I’ll open them for you.”
Shaking my head, I swallowed the building up tears and did as he ordered. A guy like him was sick enough to cut off my eyelids to keep my eyes open, and I wasn’t ready to lose those.
