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The other man snickers, “Yes, my friend. You know how I love a beautiful woman and . . . ah, this one is so . . . unique. I’ve never fucked a Romanian girl, but now I have my chance.” Gregorio’s hand comes up from behind me, while his mouth goes to the back of my neck, giving me a hickey like a horny teenager.

His hand darts between my legs and slides some of my wetness from my pussy back towards my ass, plunging a couple fingers inside. A clinking sound and sudden shift of weight forces me to look up and I see Gregorio has removed my cuffs from the hook holding me up and my arms are now wrapped around Alistair’s neck.

Gregorio replaces his fingers with his cock in one foul swoop and all of a sudden I feel a hot, burning sensation. Almost like I’m being ripped apart in two, although there’s some sense of pleasure in it. At the same time I feel betrayed by Luca. He’s allowing his friends to touch me, to use me like one of these other whores in the room. He’s supposed to be my husband and he’s letting this happen.

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I hold them back, not wanting Luca to see the power he’s holding over me.

The rest of the night progresses and the same thoughts run through my mind, how my husband did this, how he orchestrated it, and how I must not be understanding anything. A man who you think cares for you would never do this . . . he’d never let another man’s hands on you, unless you were swingers, which is something that’s discussed between two parties and not just done.

At a certain point, I know I’m on the floor because I feel the coolness of the marble floor on my back and there’s a shadow figure on top of me. I’m moving back and forth, feeling the weight of my breasts bouncing with every movement.

I swear I hear Luca’s voice, but my vision is so blurred and my body is so tired from the events of this evening that I’m not sure what’s real and what isn’t.

A set of arms slide underneath my body. One is behind my knees, while the other is on my back and I think we’re going up a stairwell, but that wouldn’t make any sense. I open my eyes a little wider and see a light on and a large king sized bed in the middle of the room with dark navy sheets. I shift my head to the left and look up to see Luca carrying me. He takes me over to the bed, pulls the sheets back and tucks me under them. I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep because I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been in my entire life, and that’s when he surprises me.

“Go to sleep now, my brat. My Elena, my queen.”

If I wasn’t confused before, I surely am now.

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