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"That's what I thought." He strokes my thigh and it takes everything in me not to move away from him.
"They loved and wanted you. I could see it in their greedy eyes. Jason and Carl couldn't keep their eyes off your rack," he says, laughing. "You know, that makes me feel invincible. They want it but can't have it unless I allow them to. Now that I know how we make them feel, we will be going there more often. I can't wait to see the looks on their dumb faces again." I know for a fact that it is not the alcohol making him talk the way he is. He is just being him.
We part with the bikers about ten minutes later. It was his first time seeking that much attention since I met him. I hope he had his fun. The driver accelerates and soon, we are back in the house.
Enzo escorts me back to my room. He slams the door shut and starts stripping.
"Haven't you had enough fun for one night? Please just let me be, tonight," I plead.
"Who said you could talk? You want to piss me off? Are you trying to kick me out of a room in my own house?" He angrily pulls out his belt and walks towards be.
I try stepping away, but I find myself against the wall as he storms toward me. Enzo grabs my hands and uses the belt to tie them together, telling me to raise them above my head.
"I decide how much fun is enough for one night," he says coldly.
He rips the dress apart, revealing my breasts and forcefully turns me to face the wall. The wall is cold against my bare body, the only warm thing apart from his hands are the tears rolling down my cheeks. He rips my panties off.
I hear him spit. His breath is heavy and his whole body restless against mine.
"You’re a fucking nobody to me so don't think you hold any authority over me. I own you, Everleigh."
He forces his hard cock inside me, an act that escalates my tears.
"You hear me? You belong to me." His hard thrusts are painful. Every part of my body in contact with the wall also hurts as he is pushing my body against it.
"Tell me you understand," he shouts, surpassing my loud cries.
"I understand."
"I didn't fucking hear you."
"I understand," I repeat between my uncontrolled cries, my voice slightly raised.
"What do you understand?"
"That.... I....I belong to you." Uttering the words kill me. I feel like I ripped from myself the little dignity I had left.
"Yes....that's it.... Good girl."
He will be done soon. I can tell from his talking, pace, and alcohol-filled breaths. He spanks me and tightens his grip on my waist. He is rough and is hurting me but he doesn’t care. He’s taking his pleasure however rough he sees fit, his grip on my hair so tight, it feels like my scalp is tearing from my head and his fingers dig so deep into the skin at my waist.
No more tears are left in me when he’s done. He throws me on the bed, with my hands still tied and leaves the room without uttering a word. All I do is sob, as I try to catch my breath.
I struggle to get the belt off but I eventually succeed. My eyes are already puffy and throat dry. My pussy hurts as does my body. A warm shower won't undo everything that just happened or take away the pain but it will make me feel better. If this keeps going on, I don’t know how much of it I can take.
Is it worth it?
It’s a question I’ve asked myself over and over.
Compared to the hell I was going through before I found myself in Enzo's mansion, it is a hundred times better than the alternatives.
