He yanked my pants all the way down, leaving me in only my panties. His eyes feasted on my vulnerable body with predatory hunger. Something primal and real, not just for intimidation. This was my opening. “Is that what you fantasized about doing to her? Tie her to your bed and show her what it’s like to be helpless in front of a man, to be dominated? Is that how you planned to have her on your wedding night, to be the first man inside her and paint the sheets and your cock with her virginal blood?”
His chest heaved with labored breaths. The hunger in his gaze flicked into depraved starvation. A bulge formed in his jeans. He ran a finger from the hollow of my throat, slowly, blazingly, down to my navel, and then it lingered farther down, even slower, as it continued its path along my mound and slit. I throbbed with fear and arousal, all lines blurred, and he smirked playfully. Was he picturing the scenario I proposed he’d have had with Lina? Or was he picturing whatever pain he’d planned to inflict on me next?
When he cupped my pussy, squeezing, and then swatted me hard enough to extract a moan from my throat, I knew the answer. “This’s the last I’m asking with words, Ravenna. What the fuck do you know about Filicudi?”
“I know your father wanted to send you there.”
“But then he changed his fucking mind and sent me to Il Coyote instead.”
I shook my head.
“Then who the fuck did it? And how did they manage to fool Don Bellomo all this time?”
Because I was too good at my job.Tears fled my burning gaze.
With a groan, he wrapped his fingers around the elastic of my panties and almost ripped them as he pulled them down my ankles. I tightened my legs together as a last means of defense. He snorted as he parted my feet and removed my underwear. “I should go ask Nicky if she has more cuffs for your ankles, little slut.”
I’d never felt more vulnerable in my life, not even when I had a gun to my head. There was something more humiliating and disturbing about being bound to a bed, all naked without permission, stripped bare for a merciless monster to do with you as he pleased. To hurt you. To fuck you.
The threat disarmed you, stole away all the shields you might have had, all control. Your mind got crippled with fear and false defense mechanisms that urged you to submit instead of fight.
In this case, it was way worse. While I was forced into this dark game, my body, driven by my forbidden fantasies,wantedto submit to the darkness, to be swallowed in his bottomless abyss.
He sniffed my panties and gave a low groan, the bulge in his pants now a defined outline of his erection. “So fucking dirty.” He sniffed the scent of my desire again, the depraved yet intimate act tantalizing me. “Like you. How many times have I made you come so far?”
“T-twice.”
“Such a slut.” He inhaled my scent one more time, and my nipples hardened. His gaze zeroed in on them, and he smirked, shoving my panties in the pocket of his jeans. A souvenir? I bit my lip, a stupid erotic sensation rippling through me at the evidence. Leo might have been trying to show me I’d meant absolutely nothing to him, but there he was, taking my panties as a souvenir to revisit our time together. “I bet you’re gonna come for me one more time when I do this.”
He unzipped his pants slowly, savoring the fear he instigated in my eyes. Then he took his time removing them and his boxers, freeing his enormous erection he’d forced me to touch and taste. Now he’d force it inside of me, brutally and cruelly taking a piece of me.
His hands crawled from my ankles up my legs, feeling me up, until he reached my inner thighs. Then he spread me apart with enough force that hurt my muscles and faulty hip.
“No.” I’d given myself the delusion that I could do this. That I had it all under my control. But the second I was forcibly sprawled before him, ripe for the taking of a beast, bound and helpless with nowhere to escape, I shuddered, shattering. “Please, Leo. Don’t do it like this.”
He inserted his fingers inside of me, pushing the lips apart, sinking in my dripping wetness. It was nothing like the first time he did it. An unwelcome intrusion. A taking without giving. An act of dominance seeking nothing but painful submission.
I squirmed at the violation, and he laughed. “It’s the only way you deserve. This’s how I make you pay, you little bitch.” He sat beside me, his fingers crawling inside my pussy, and circled his tongue around my nipple and then trailed up to my jaw. “Mylittle, lying bitch.”
Why was he saying that right before he intended to literally fuck me over and leave? Why was he making me his if he’d determined to ruin everything that might have been nice between us? Leo had been the man of my dreams, the love of my life, but after what he was about to do, what he was about to take from me, he’d be the man who scarred and ruined me for life.
“You’re confusing me,” I murmured, desperate.
“There’s nothing to be confused about.” He dangled his injured leg down the bed and bent the other under him. Then he cupped my butt and lifted me so that my hips were high enough for him to penetrate me, my pussy an offering to the devil. “I am fucking you, Ravenna, and you’re gonna take every inch of my cock until you bleed.”
“No!” My lips trembled and so did my heart as I kicked at him, floundering like a fish out of water. “You can’t do this to me. No!”I love you.
He gripped me tight despite his body state, the thick crown of his cock at my entrance. I had no clue where he got his physical strength. He’d been tortured for a year, his bones were fucking broken and his leg was shot for God’s sake. How could he hold me immobile?
He dragged my legs and put my ankles on his shoulders, and then he locked his hands around my hips. “Stop lying. Don’t pretend you don’t fucking want it, little slut, because you do. You want my cock ripping you to pieces, punishing you, fucking you harder than you can ever take. Don’t pretend you’re not gonna like it because your pussy is already dripping in need for my dark violence, and your screams that are gonna fill the room will tell exactly how much.”
Tearing away my own breath from my chest, he pushed the tip of his cock inside me. “Who gave the order, Ravenna?”
His thickness stretched me immediately, hard and rough, my wetness treacherously aiding the intrusive head. I couldn’t speak. I could only quake with sobs.
He thrust until the whole crown was inside, his face turning red, sweat beading his forehead. “Mmm. You know, Sia was so tight, too. And that time when I tied her to the bed and punished her for days the same way I’m punishing you, she kept asking me to stop, sobbing just like you.”
More of him violated me, marking me with his evil, as his eyes rolled back, and he seemed to be remembering the details of his first crime and victim. “Cazzo. How much I loved her pussy. So tight, clenching around my cock so hard right after every time she protested and screamed. Every fucking time.”
