Tears streamed freely down my face by the time he stopped.
His arm snaked around my waist as my body shook with my sobs, and his hand lowered to my burning bottom, caressing.
Warmth formed between my legs as he kneaded my throbbing cheeks. His fingers slipped between my legs, spreading my folds and sending a jolt through me.
“You’re dripping wet,” he whispered into my ear, raising goose bumps all over my skin. “And it’s not from the shower.”
I didn’t even want to think about what he was talking about.
“Are you going to behave now?” he asked, his palm resting on my ass.
“Yeah.” I bobbed my head.
“Good.” He pulled out a knife from somewhere and cut through the zip tie.
I held onto the wall for a few moments, trying to catch my breath.
“Get dressed.”
When I looked at him, he tossed a black nightgown at me.
“Nightgowns look really good on you.” He flashed me a smile.
I quickly put on the flimsy thing, grateful that at least I had something to cover me, even though the fact that he hadn’t given me any underwear scared me.
But right now, I didn’t think I could handle too much material chafing against my bottom.
“Come,” Sebastian said, and before he turned away from me, I noticed the bulge in his pants.
He was turned on by what he’d done to me.
He got off on my pain.
I didn’t even want to imagine what that meant for me.
Chapter 8
I LAY ON MY STOMACH, wondering when I was going to get another chance to escape. Maybe there’d still be a way for me to get to that window, and this time, I could be more careful.
Sebastian had just left me here, locked up in this damn room.
At least it was warm enough in here, so I didn’t feel cold in the nightgown that I was wearing. I was sure my ass was bruised, and whenever I thought about it, I couldn’t believe he’d done that to me.
When the door opened, I immediately sat up and regretted my decision instantly, wincing.
Sebastian entered, a big paper bag in his hand. His black jacket seemed a little bulky, and I wondered if he was hiding a gun under it or something else.
His lips spread into a smile. “Hello, wife.”
He opened the paper bag as I watched him carefully. First, he pulled out a plastic water bottle and set it on the bed. Then he got a disposable food container with multiple compartments, opened it, and placed it next to the bottle.
I tentatively reached out for the bottle because I was parched, and Sebastian didn’t stop me, so I opened the bottle and took a few big gulps of the refreshing liquid.
“Eat.” Sebastian pushed the container toward me.
There was a little bit of everything in it. Some meat, salad, and vegetables.
And a plastic fork and a spoon.
My gaze lifted to his.
I was hungry, although I didn’t really feel it because the stress of the whole situation I was in was too much, and I didn’t even know if I’d be able to keep anything down.
“What are you waiting for? Did you already forget your first lesson?” He cocked his head at me.
Anger bubbled up inside me.
I wasn’t his toy so he could do whatever the hell he wanted to me. If I was his wife, then why did he expect me to obey his every order?
It was ridiculous, even if his world was way different from mine.
“Your defiance is entertaining,” he said. “But not entertaining enough, and I won’t tolerate it anymore. When I say you do something, you do it immediately. No hesitation.”
I glared at him, my jaw set. “I’m not hungry.”
He barked out a laugh. “I didn’t ask you if you were. I gave you an order. You may be my wife, but that doesn’t mean I have to keep you. If you’re of no use to me, I’ll kill you. Now eat.”
There was something in his voice and on his face that made me believe he was serious.
Killing me would mean nothing to him. He’d probably done it countless times before, and he didn’t feel anything about it.
But did I even want to live like this?
“Too late.” He lowered the container to the floor and sprang at me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to him before I could even react.
He reached into his jacket, and I caught a glimpse of a rope as he shoved me down and pinned me to the bed.
Forcing my hands behind my back, he tied my wrists tightly with the rope, and then he moved to my ankles.
He hog-tied me, the rope cutting into my skin, and I couldn’t get free no matter how hard I tried. My nightgown rode up my thighs, exposing me to him.
A shudder rushed through me, and I felt tiny pinpricks of need between my legs.
I couldn’t possibly be turned on by this.
But I was.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Sebastian turned me around, so I was facing him.
“If you don’t want to eat food, then I’m going to feed you something else,” he said, and a gasp escaped my throat as my eyes widened.
My gaze fell on the contraption he was holding in his hand.
“You’re so predictable I brought this.” He grinned, showing me the thing.
It was some kind of gag with a huge ring.
I clamped my lips tightly together.
He grasped my face, his fingers digging into my skin. “Open your mouth.”
I refused to obey him.
The corners of his lips tilted up, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing.
He pinched my nose closed, and I was out of breath, tears filling the corners of my eyes.
As soon as I opened my mouth so I could breathe, he shoved the ring between my teeth, forcing my mouth so wide open that my jaw hurt. He fastened the gag behind my head.
My saliva started dripping out, and I unsuccessfully tried to close my mouth and get that thing out.
Sebastian unzipped his pants, and when he pulled out his thick length, a thrill rushed through me, along with fear.
He pushed his cock through the ring and into my mouth. His fingers gripped my hair as his length hit the back of my throat, making me gag.
He pumped in and out of my mouth, shoving my head down and forcing me to take as much of him as possible.
I wiggled my hips as he face-fucked me, and despite the tears that had appeared in the corners of my eyes, I was trying to rub my pussy against the bed to get some relief from the tension building between my legs.
Sebastian laughed as if he could tell exactly how I was feeling, which made me feel even more embarrassed than I already was.
And my core even more wet.
Fuck.
Sebastian shoved his cock deep into my mouth and groaned as his release spilled down my throat. He held my head in place as I fought for breath.
When he let go of me and pulled out, I could barely think.
He removed the gag, and it took me a moment to remember to close my aching jaw. I could still taste him in my mouth.
I waited for him to untie me, but he only smiled at me.
“Your punishment isn’t over yet, princess,” he said, and then he picked up the container off the floor, turned off the lights, and left me all tied up and frustrated.
Without any chance to get any relief or settle my restless mind.
Fuck!
I let out a sigh, pressing my face against the bedsheet. Struggling against the ropes only made them tighter and my frustration stronger.
And now I couldn’t even brush my teeth or drink something to wash his taste away.
Why was he doing this to me?
And why the hell did I like it, even if I wasn’t willing to admit it out loud?
Chapter 9
I KEPT MY EYES CLOSED as I lay in a dark, cold room, but even though the conditions were just the way I liked them to fall asleep, I was wide awake.
And wishing Isabella’s hot,
lithe body was under mine.
Fuck!
I ran my hand over my face before opening my eyes.
What the hell was it about her?
I’d used her mouth. I should be satisfied, but whenever I thought about her, my balls tightened.
That perfect, pretty mouth of hers, her wide eyes as I emptied my load into her.
She hadn’t been scared.
No.
She was burning with need.
Was she still awake too and desperately trying to rub her pussy on something? Were her hips grinding against the bed?
And just like that, my cock was rock hard again and ready for action.
I could do something about it, but I refused.
I was in control of my cock, and I would never let it rule me.
My advisor had suggested I should get myself a quiet and obedient wife from some powerful mafia family, but instead, I’d picked Isabella.
Still, I didn’t feel any regret about my choice.
She was far from quiet, and far from obedient.
I liked that about her.
It was way more fun when she looked at me with anger and fire in her eyes while unable to hide her thirst.
But I was looking forward to her misbehaving again a little too much.
Sure, fun was good, but I had way more important things to think about than fantasize about fucking my wife until all she could think about was my cock inside her.
I was going to break her.
Everyone broke sooner or later, and she’d be no different.
I was going to use her body the way I wanted, and once I got bored of her, she’d be out of my mind and sight, locked up in one of my houses.
Completely forgotten.
I closed my eyes again.
Chapter 10
I’D BARELY GOTTEN ANY sleep, and it wasn’t only because of the uncomfortable position that I was in. I couldn’t stop thinking about Sebastian and what he’d done to me.
Me being aroused by anything he’d done was absolutely insane. I had no explanation for it.
Something had to be wrong with me or with my brain. Maybe it was some weird reaction to shock and fear.
Except, I was sure it wasn’t.
It wasn’t just my body playing tricks on me.
It was me.
I definitely didn’t have enough experience to know everything about what turned me on and what didn’t, and I supposed I’d just discovered one or two of those things.
But why the hell did it have to be with Sebastian? Why not with some decent guy somewhere out there?
When the door opened, I lifted my gaze.
Sebastian entered the room with a peculiar expression on his face and dark circles under his eyes.
I’d bet he was upset about something, but I had no idea what it was.
He didn’t say a word to me as he untied me.
I stretched out my sore muscles. Even if I saw a way out of here now, I probably wouldn’t be able to run for it because my legs were too sore.
“Behave,” Sebastian said coldly as he pulled me up to my feet, tugging my nightgown down so it would cover my thighs.
He caught my arms and inspected my red wrists and my hands.
I had no idea what he did or didn’t see because his face was giving me nothing, but when he let go of me, he headed to the door.
“Bathroom time.” It was all he said before he disappeared, and an unfamiliar armed man appeared in the doorway, obviously waiting for me.
Shit.
I didn’t know why, but I so didn’t want that man to touch me or do to me what Sebastian had done, so I had to comply.
Besides, going to the bathroom when Sebastian wasn’t there might give me another chance to run away.
When I got to the bathroom, I spotted a toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink. I glanced over my shoulder, but my guard had stayed behind and hadn’t followed me inside.
Was I imagining things or did Sebastian have an issue with other men potentially seeing me naked?
I hurried to the window.
A gasp escaped my throat.
It was gone.
Completely walled up.
My heart sank. How was I going to get out of this place now?
I couldn’t go through all the guards or through Sebastian.
Shit!
I was angry with myself again for getting myself into this situation. When I’d found out something was going on with my father, I should’ve gone straight to the cops.
Or I should’ve let the whole world know my life was in danger. I could’ve posted about it all over social media and contacted everyone I knew, even if we weren’t close, and told them to call the cops if I went missing.
Maybe people wouldn’t have believed me, but at least someone would be looking for me. I didn’t think anyone was doing that right now, and even if they tried, my father could always find a way to convince them that everything was okay.
No one would ever assume it wasn’t safe to trust my father. It wasn’t like anyone knew much about my family because I mostly avoided talking about my private life.
My grandparents were all long gone too. My mom didn’t have any siblings, and as far as I knew, my father didn’t have any either.
For the first time ever, I wished I lived in some very small town where everyone knew one another and nothing could be hidden.
A place where no one could just disappear without someone gossiping about it and wanting to know more.
I was all on my own.
As I took my shower, I rubbed at my skin, trying to wash Sebastian’s scent out of it.
But if I couldn’t just escape and no one was going to come to my rescue, then what could I do?
There had to be something.
I thought about trying to talk to my guard, but I didn’t think that was going to work.
Sebastian wasn’t an idiot, so I doubted he’d let someone who could easily be influenced guard me. And if I started talking to the guards, he might get angry too.
No, it had to be him.
He was my only way out, no matter how crazy that sounded.
He was the one I had to convince to let me go.
But how?
I could try to seduce him.
He clearly liked me. Maybe not as a person, but he was definitely into me. Too bad I didn’t have more experience with flirting and sex. He wasn’t going to fall for me the moment I batted my eyelashes at him.
Could I even get him truly interested in me?
To make it into more than just sex for him?
Maybe I should give him what he wanted and sleep with him.
But I was a player in a dangerous game and I didn’t know all the rules yet. One wrong move, and I could end up dead.
I was sure Sebastian would put a bullet in me without blinking if that was what he wanted.
Before I made my move, I’d have to find out more about him. But that wasn’t going to be easy, especially if he remained completely closed off as he was today.
Still, I had to try something, and I needed some kind of plan so I wouldn’t lose all hope and drown in my desperation.
I’d find a way to get close to Sebastian and learn more about him, and then I’d use that knowledge to get my freedom back.
It was a nice and very optimistic plan, but Sebastian was unpredictable, and figuring him out wasn’t going to be easy.
I’d probably end up pissing him off some more. Maybe I should stop doing that.
Unless that was what he actually wanted. He’d mentioned something about finding me entertaining.
Seducing a criminal who didn’t have a heart or didn’t care about anyone seemed impossible.
But maybe there was more to him.
There had to be.
Maybe a tiny little piece of humanity stuck somewhere.
If I could find it, then I might get what I wanted.
Or I’d die trying.
Chapter 11
“WHAT THE FUCK IS TH
AT noise?” I all but growled as a loud beeping sound kept piercing the air.
“It’s the detective. He’s been spotted only a block away from here. We think he’s coming here.” Vico turned the screen of his phone toward me, showing me a map.
“Why would he be coming here?” I furrowed my brow. “Is he alone? What about our informants? Is there any sign that he might have a warrant?”
“No. There hasn’t been anything official, as far as we know.”
“Well, we clearly don’t know enough, so try better next time. We can’t just have that damn detective showing up here like this. Does he really know where we are? Or is he just passing through? Maybe he’s off duty and visiting a friend.”
“None of his friends or family members live in this area,” Vico said. “Maybe he’s hoping he’ll surprise us and see something he can use.”
“He thinks he’ll get lucky,” I muttered, and then remembered Isabella.
Shit!
“How much time do we have?” I asked.
“Not enough to get away. We could try, but it would look hella suspicious.”
Since the detective probably didn’t have a warrant, I could just send him on his way without telling him anything.
But if Isabella screamed, there’d be a problem. Killing the detective would solve it, but then we’d have an even bigger problem.
“How much?” I repeated.
“About two minutes.”
I raced out of the room so I could grab what I needed.
Isabella had to stay quiet no matter what. Not even the tiniest sound could escape.
Detective Sargetti absolutely couldn’t get a reason to call for backup or an excuse to try to get inside.
I quickly unlocked the door to Isabella’s room and burst inside. Her eyes widened and she jerked back when she saw me pull the rope out of my inner pocket.
She tried to scurry off the bed, but I caught her arm. As she thrashed against me, I was glad I’d perfected my skills to tie someone up as quickly as possible.
When I saw her like that, hog-tied and both terrified and excited at the same time, my cock twitched, but the last thing I needed right now was a raging erection, so I forced myself to focus on what mattered.
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