Page 47 of In Their Hands


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As Luca struggled and cursed him, he calmly walked toward me and unlocked the cage. He held out a hand, a pretense of gentlemanly assistance. “Come on out, little bird.”

Refusing his mocking help, I crawled out onto the tiles and quickly stood to recover a tiny shred of my dignity. I wouldn’t remain kneeling at his feet for one second longer than he forced me to.

Before I could cover my breasts again, he grasped my hips and turned us, so that I was positioned in front of him. My bruised bottom pressed against him, and I felt his cock stiffen. He was getting off on this, the perverted bastard.

Keeping one arm braced around my middle, he lifted his other hand to my breasts, toying with my nipples until they tightened to firm buds. I was still sensitive from the terrible orgasm he’d forced from me with the whip, and I shuddered as my nerves crackled and danced for him.

“Isn’t my wife beautiful?” he asked Luca, ignoring my true husband’s bellow of rage.

“Stop,” I begged, watching red rings form around Luca’s wrists where the cuffs cut into his skin. “Please, let us go.”

The monster’s low, delighted chuckle rumbled through me. “Oh no, pet. You’re both mine now.”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, still pleading with him to stop this insanity and see reason. “You want to be the boss? You don’t have to torment us to take control.”

Suddenly, his hands sank into my hips, and he flipped me around to face him. His emerald eyes sparked with fury, and his beautiful features twisted into a mask of pure hatred.

“I’ve been waiting years for this revenge. Luca killed my brother. He will pay, and your pretty pleas won’t save him.”

My mouth went dry at the raw loathing that burned in his fierce gaze. I saw no mercy there. He would make Luca scream. He would break him. And he would somehow involve me in his torture.

“I won’t hurt him.” My assertion came out as a strained whisper. The insane light in Dante’s eyes unnerved me to my core.

His grin cut into my chest, stabbing at my heart. “I don’t intend for you to hurt him, pet. You’re going to suck his cock.”

Horror sucked all the air from my lungs, and for a moment, all I could do was shake my head mutely.

He wanted me to do to Luca what he’d done to me: he intended for me to force Luca to feel pleasure against his will. He wanted to utterly humiliate my strong, domineering husband. Dante would rip away all his control in the most devastating way, and he wanted to use me to do it.

“I won’t.” I managed to force the refusal through my constricted throat. “I won’t torture him like you tortured me.”

“You raped my wife?” Luca roared, blood sliding down his arms from where the cuffs were shredding his wrists.

Dante sneered at him, as though he was something disgusting on the bottom of his shoe. “I haven’t fuckedmywife yet. And I won’t until she begs for it. I’m not an animal like you. I can control myself.”

No, Dante wasn’t an animal. He was the Devil himself. I’d been right when I’d first thought of him as a fallen angel. How could someone so beautiful be so cruel?

The Devil returned his attention to me. “You can do as I say and suck his cock, or I can go back to my original plan of slowly flaying him alive. I can make it last for weeks, possibly longer. He’s strong enough to take a lot of pain before his heart gives out.”

He placed a hand on the knife hilt at his belt. “It’s your choice, darling.”

I swallowed against the burn at the back of my throat and peeked at Luca. He’d stopped yanking at the restraints. His big body quivered with the effort of holding still when adrenaline coursed through his system.

I knew the exact, awful sensation he was experiencing. I’d felt it when Dante had caught me and bound me in the woods last night, allowing me to run for my life before snaring me.

His games were perverse and twisted. I didn’t want to play, but he wasn’t giving me a choice. I couldn’t let him hurt Luca.

We would survive this. We would endure.

I straightened my shoulders and ignored the way Dante stroked my spine with satisfaction.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Luca, stepping toward his bound form.

He looked past me, ochre eyes shooting daggers at his enemy. “I will kill you for this.”

“For getting a blowjob from my lovely wife? You should be on your knees, thanking me. Eventually, you will do just that.”

Luca bared his teeth at him, but his expression softened as I approached. “It’s okay, Nora.”

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