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Eleven
Isabella
Ifucking love you, cara mia, and you're not going anywhere.
Vincenzo is like a cornered animal. He's desperate as he takes me harder and more possessively than ever before—which is really saying something because Vincenzo isalwayspossessive when he fucks me.
This is a whole new level, though.
He shoves me into my dressing room before he binds my hands behind my back with his tie. He lays me on my stomach, legs spread, with my face pressed against the mattress. I wince when he slaps my ass hard enough to sting as he fucks me, marking me as his with every thrust.
"Vincenzo," I call out, but his name is a breathy moan on my lips.
He's punishing me right now.
He's holding me down, and he won't let me move or fight back. He's stroking me roughly, and he's whispering in my ear, "I'm going to fucking ruin you for any other man, Isabella. You'remine. I'm never going to fucking let you go. Do you understand me? Idofucking own you, whether you like it or not. You're mine. Forever!" He growls that last word as he renews his efforts, fucking me impossibly deep and hard.
I moan as I feel my orgasm building. Vincenzo has me on the edge, and I'm falling so hard and fast that it's like nothing else in the world exists beyond the two of us.
Vincenzo releases me but only so that he can flip me over. He puts my hands above my head, and he looks into my eyes. "Look at me,cara mia," he orders me. "Don't you dare close your eyes."
He continues stroking me, and I writhe beneath him as I keep my eyes on his.
"You belong to me," he pants. "You'remine. Mine. Mine. Mine!" he chants with a crazed look in his eyes. "Say it!" he demands.
I press my lips together, refusing to give in.
He growls and grips my hair, angling my head up to graze his lips over mine. "Fucking say it!"
I whimper as he bites down on my neck—hard—like an animal trying to dominate its mate into submission.
"Isabella," he growls my name and thrusts punishingly hard, hitting this place deep inside me so hard that I feel every muscle in my body flutter.
"I'm yours!" I finally scream, my nails raking down his back as I come hard around his cock.
"Fuck yes!" he roars as he starts to flood me with his seed.
He collapses on top of me, panting, and the next thing I know, he's scooping me up into his arms.
He pulls me into him tightly so that I'm wrapped in his arms like a cocoon. I'm not going anywhere. He's making sure of that.
He must know how anxious I am about that, because all he says is,"Shh,cara mia, shh. It's okay. Just let me hold you."
He grips my face between his hands and tips my face up to his. "Sono io che ti amo, mia cara. Sei mio. Un giorno lo vedrai."
It's me who loves you, my dear. You are mine. One day you will see that.
I bury my face in his chest, and I cry.
* * *
The final note of the music resonates through the theater, hanging in the air like a breath held captive. I lower my arms and close my eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion pull at my limbs. In this moment, I am no longer just Isabella Hartley, prima ballerina. I am a force of nature, a whirlwind of passion that has been unleashed upon the stage.
My chest heaves as I catch my breath, the sweat trickling down my temples, mixing with the smudged remnants of stage makeup. The audience erupts into applause, their claps like thunder rolling over me, their admiration washing away my fatigue. A slow grin tugs at my lips, my heart swelling with pride. This is what I live for.
As I take my bow, my gaze wanders to the wings, and my breath catches in my throat. There, within the shadows, stands Vincenzo De Luca, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me like a predator stalking its prey. His tall, imposing figure seems to absorb the darkness around him, radiating an aura of power and control.
"Brava, Isabella," he murmurs, his voice barely audible above the din of the cheering crowd. "Truly mesmerizing."
