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But I didn’t want her while captivity made the decision for her. I could’ve entered that room, overwhelmed her strength, and taken whatever I wanted. But that wasn’t desire. That was weakness pretending to be dominance.

I wanted her, but I wasn’t taking anything from a woman who couldn’t freely choose to give herself to me. With a locked door behind me and a chain around her ankle, any pleasure I gave her would still be trapped inside fear. I wanted her free enough to walk away afterwards. Then I wanted her to stay.

Saving her from Roman was becoming more than business. I wasn’t searching for a way to complete the assignment without starting a war anymore. I was searching for a future in which Sonnet survived and still remained with me willingly.

The idea was irrational. But it was also becoming impossible to ignore.

On the screen, she climbed onto the desk and reached toward the smoke detector. The chain pulled tight near her ankle, stopping her from stretching any farther. She glanced down at it, frustration flashing across her face before she rose onto her toes and tried again.

I leaned closer.

She twisted the plastic cover, exposing the camera hidden inside.

Her face appeared close to the lens.

Sonnet stared directly at me through the screen.

Then she calmly gave me the middle finger.

I laughed as she covered the camera with a folded piece of paper and tape from the desk drawer. Then the screen went dark. I stared at the blank feed, more entertained than angry.

She had found one camera, but there were three others.

Still, I didn’t switch views immediately.

For the first time, I understood why men allowed women to become weaknesses. It wasn’t because they suddenly became soft or forgot who they were. It was because the right woman made protecting her feel more natural than protecting yourself.

Sonnet had become the one thing I couldn’t imagine surrendering.

I had to save her from Roman.

After that, I still had no idea how I would survive opening that door and giving her the freedom to leave.

11

VEGARRO “VEGA” MORETTI

After so long of watching those cameras, Sonnet had my dick so hard that it hurt, so I caught up with Elana.

I had Elana on her back on her kitchen island. She lay on the cool, white marble while I stood between her spread thighs.

My hands locked tight around the backs of Elana’s knees, pushing her legs up and open so I could drive my dick straight into her pussy with long, deep strokes. Each thrust hit the bottom of that pussy. My hips slapped against her ass as I fucked her hard and steady. She moaned loud, barely able to take the dick. Her body rocked with every push while her hands clawed at the counter edges.

"Yeah, take this dick," I growled, slamming in harder. "Your pussy's gripping me so tight, begging for every inch."

Elana had no clue why I was giving it to her this good. Sonnet had my dick rock hard for days now. That pretty face and feisty attitude stuck in my head every time I got hard. I pictured her big titties bouncing, those wide hips and small waist curving just right as she bent over in those yoga poses. My mind stayed on Sonnet while I slammed into Elana, imagining it was her tight pussy gripping me instead.

“Fuck, Sonnet," I grunted. The name slipped mid-stroke.

Elana's eyes snapped open. "What the fuck did you just say?"

I didn’t let her see that I knew I had fucked up. I honestly didn’t care. I didn't slow down. I leaned in harder, pinning her legs back even tighter and pounding deeper. "Shut the fuck up and take this dick. You wanted it, now you getting it. Cazzo, sei una troia bagnata per me. (Fuck, you’re a wet slut for me.) “Your wet pussy's sucking me in like it needs this shit. Dammi quella figa stretta. (Give me that tight pussy.)”

I kept thrusting, my thick dick stretching her pussy with every stroke, hips snapping forward as I dominated the moment, mixing in more filthy Italian to push her over. "Prendi tutto,—senti come ti scopo forte, cazzo! (Take it all, slut. Feel how hard I’m fucking you, fuck!)”

She gasped and fell back, her protests dying under the rhythm as I fucked her straight through it, giving her every inch until her moans turned desperate again. She moaned louder, hands sliding uselessly over the counter as I picked up the pace, pounding into her with short, brutal snaps that made her titties bounce. I held her legs higher, folding her almost in half so I could bottom out completely. My dick hit that spot that made her eyes roll back. The slip of Sonnet’s name was still in the air, but every time Elana tried to form a question, she broke into a whimper when I buried myself inside of her.

"Fuck, your pussy's sucking me in so tight. You love how this dick wrecks you, don't you? Say it. Tell me how bad you need it." I pulled almost all the way out then slammed back in, watching her whole body shake. " Sei disperata per il mio cazzo. Ti scopo finché non dimentichi il tuo nome. (You’re desperate for my dick. I’ll fuck you until you forget your name.)”