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My head lifts in surprise, wondering if he’s had a change of heart. He gets up for his knife, cuts my wrists free and then throws the weapon out of reach. Then he slides back between my legs, his cock nudging my entrance.
I press my palms against his burning chest. “Don’t, please,” I sob, but not with tears. With need and self-loathing. Being free is worse. I look at my hands splayed against his tattooed muscles and it like he’s my lover.
Once this is done, it’s all over. I’ll have nowhere to go. No one who’ll want to keep me safe. They’ll all throw me aside. Lorenzo. Cassius. Vinicius. Salvatore. Dad. They all made it plain that I’m worthless without my virginity. I don’t want to be anyone’s prize, but the thought of being used and discarded is even worse.
Used and discarded by a man that I’m burning up for. After he’s finished with me, Lorenzo will mock me for the ways he made me come, and then throw me out onto the street.
“Don’t do this, please.”
But Lorenzo doesn’t listen. He grasps his cock and slides it through my wetness.
“I fucking hate you,” I say, my chest heaving with every breath as I stare at the shiny head of his cock.
“So fight me if you’re feeling so guilty for getting turned on. It won’t stop me, but at least you’ll be able to tell yourself that you weren’t asking for it.”
My muscles are locked up with fear and desire. I don’t want to fight. I just want to burn up in shame and humiliation. This is worse than if Lorenzo beat me first. This is so sick and twisted.
His eyes narrow and he doesn’t move. I don’t know what he’s waiting for. He’s getting exactly what he wants and there’s nothing I can do to stop it even if I did fight him.
“You want to feel like I’m making you?” Lorenzo asks, reaching into the bedside table.
I hear an ominous click, and then something cold and hard is pressed under my chin. I look down and see he’s holding a gun, the barrel pressed against my jaw. Lorenzo’s fingers flex on the gun grip. “Aren’t I good to you, princess? Hands down on the bed.”
My palms hit the mattress.
“If you resist me before I’m through, I’ll blow your brains out.”
“If I resist you, you’ll be screwing a corpse.”
His eyes flash. “Don’t mind one bit, princess. Your pussy will stay warm enough for me to finish even with your blood and brains all over the pillow.”
The sight of the gun pressed against my jaw and my body prone beneath him seems to excite him. He’s braced on one hand by my head. “Reach down and take hold of me.”
“What? No!”
The barrel of the gun presses viciously against my jaw. “That’s your last warning.”
Lorenzo Scava is so messed up he’s making me help him take my virginity against my will. I reach down between our legs and wrap my fingers around his length. He’s burning hot and iron hard, but velvet soft to the touch.
He groans as I enclose his girth. “That’s it, princess. Guide me in.”
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second. Lorenzo is watching me, his eyes filled with delight and anticipation. I push the broad head of his cock down my inner lips and feel my body give against his. He surges forward with a heavy groan, sinking into me, so deep it’s shocking.
I almost reach up and grab his shoulders before I remember his threat to shoot me in the head. I grip the sheets with both hands instead as pain burns through me.
“Fuck, your pussy,” he groans, moving slowly. Then he hesitates. “You okay, princess?”
His cock is thick, a blunt weapon deep inside me. The pain is subsiding, but the humiliation is only getting worse. “You don’t care.”
“Well, fuck you then.” His pale blue eyes flash and he looks down between us. “There’s no way you can tell me that doesn’t look insanely hot.”
I grip the sheets harder. I’m not looking. I won’t look.
The only other place to look is into Lorenzo’s face, so I take one glance down between my thighs. He slides into me, and then out again, his length glistening wet and smeared with red. Is that my blood?
Oh, Jesus. That’s weird and…and kind of hot.
Without thinking, I look up at him.
