Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
His green eyes were pitiless, spearing my heart with an icy blade. “No. I’ve waited too long for this. It’s his fault that you’re involved now. If he hadn’t stolen you away from me, you would have no part in this. He will suffer for taking what’s mine, and you will help me.”
I wanted to rail at him that I didn’t belong to him, that I never would. He was deranged and unfathomably cruel. He’d demanded my obedience when he’d humiliated me with the whip, but he hadn’t broken me. He’d known that I didn’t mean it when I said I was his wife.
I didn’t dare give voice to my defiance now. Not when Luca was completely vulnerable to Dante’s sadistic whims.
Luca came back to full awareness with a roar of pure rage. The chains rattled against the metal bedframe, and his corded muscles bulged as he fought the restraints. His ochre eyes were fixed on me, wide and wild.
I shrank deeper into the cage and covered my breasts, mortified at my nakedness. Dante had brought me low, and Luca was witnessing my humiliation.
“What have you done to her, you sick fuck?” he bellowed at our captor.
Dante simply smirked at him, watching his fruitless struggles with dark amusement.
Luca twisted in his bonds. “Let her go,” he snarled. “You have what you want. I’m right here.”
“Yes, you are,” Dante purred. “And you’re not in a position to make demands. You don’t understand yet, but Nora does. Shall I show you how obedient my wife is?”
Luca glanced around wildly, searching the room for another woman. I saw the moment he understood what Dante meant.
“She’s mine,” he growled. “Nora is my wife.”
“Not anymore,” Dante retorted. “We’re married, and as of now, you’re no longer her husband. You are no one. You are nothing.”
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 fucked my wife yet. And I won’t until she begs for it. I’m not an animal like you. I can control myself.”