“Fuck you…aaah…I’m not gonna beg. Never…oh God…gonna beg.”
I stroked my cock again, harder, faster, her sounds driving me nuts. “Oh you will, little kitten. That I promise you.” I groaned, my fist frantic around my cock. “Look at me. Stop fingering your fucking pussy and look at me.”
“What? Why would I stop?”
I got up and towered over her. “Fucking stop and watch.”
She paused, her fingers inside her still. Her eyes lifted to my face, but I guided her head so she’d watch my cock instead.
I took another gaze at her, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Her skin was flushed. The sight of her naked, cuffed, on her knees with her fingers in her pussy while she gazed at my cock in arousal and fear drove my fucking cum out in heavy jets. On her chin, on her throat, spilling all over my hand. “Cazzo,” I groaned as the last shudders of my cum hit me in the bones.
Glancing down at her, I found her fingers moving, sneaking to pleasure her without permission. “You’re a bad girl.”
She pumped those fingers in a dare. “Your cum is all over me, and you’re callingmea bad girl?”
“First, my cum isn’t all over you.” I smeared the cum in my fist on her tits, abdomen and cunt. “Now it is.”
She stared at her glistening body in shock, and then she glared at me. I yanked her hand out of her and slapped it. “Second, you don’t get to orgasm without permission, bad girl.”
“Uh…you’re…fuck this shit.” She touched herself again. “I don’t need permission to come, especially not from you.”
I yanked her hand one more time and cuffed her wrist back through her jerking squirms and foul protests. “If you’re my wife, maybe, but as my captive, you sure do.” I straightened my back and headed for the bathroom.
“What the fuck? Where are you going, leaving me like this?”
“Shower. Then straight to bed.”
“What about me?!”
I glanced at her over my shoulder and smirked. “I’m generous enough to let you share my bed…right where you are.”
“Like you’ll make me sleep like this, cuffed to a fucking pillar, naked, on the cold floor, covered in blood and cum that aren’t even mine?”
“Most captives are left in dark, stinky, ugly dungeons. At least, you have a nice view.” I went on my way. “Buonanotte, prigioniera mia.”
CHAPTER 28
Nicky
One more thing to add to the list of things this asshole had ruined for me. My life, my favorite movie, my favorite color and now Italy. The first time I travel to Europe—anywhere—I spent the day, locked in a room, bound, naked, cold, hungry and humiliated.
People went to Italy to eat and fuck. I didn’t get to do either. Instead, I was used to satisfy the sick fantasies of my husband-captor son of a bitch where he got to have his release and I didn’t. Then I was covered in his cum that wasn’t only disgusting but also the smell, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it or remind myself how much I hated him, kept me horny all the time—along with the sight of him sprawled naked on the bed a few inches away from me—with no chance to give myself an orgasm.
God, why did the people we hated the most always look like that? Fucking gorgeous and hot…and really well hung. I missed my vibrator.
I missed a lot of things. My sister, Nick, my apartment and my sane self that didn’t need to focus on her libido to avoid acknowledging the fact that she was a captive to a monster who tortured and killed people for a living. That he was going to torture her, too, to use her body every day for his sick pleasure, to break and ruin her beyond repair. Just like the monster before him.
Denial. My superpower.
You and I have serious issues, Nicky. Living in denial for years, pretending to be normal would never make them go away. A woman like me needs a man like Tino, one who isn’t afraid of the darkness, one who would do whatever it takes to protect me, one who knows when to take the lead, to push me to my limits and show me my truth with no judgment, one who understands and embraces every single urge and desire I have, one who is so fucking powerful he can replace the marks the monster left on my soul.
Lina’s words echoed in my ears all of a sudden. She was trying to convince me Domenico was right for me like Tino was for her. That I should give him a chance. That someone like me would only feel good with a man like him. And now, betraying me just like my body, my mind was doing the same.Greattiming. Another trick my mind loved to play. Another way to cope with the atrocious things about to happen to me. To survive.
I shook my head, squeezing my eyes closed, refusing to listen. Not because Lina chose the dark path I should follow, too.
But she’s happy.
True. But only because she didn’t know any better. Because her mind had been playing games on her, just like mine was doing now. Because it was the only way to survive becauseIfailed to protect her.
