Page 29 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

I raise an eyebrow in annoyance. “Stalking me is for my protection? Was burning my house down also for my benefit?”

Drake shrugs his shoulders with a deep chuckle. “No baby. Burning your house down was most definitely for my benefit.”

I open my purse and hand him the razor blades. “I don’t understand why you want to hurt me. This is all temporary. And when you both tire of me, I’ll have nowhere to go. I will have no choice but to return to my family. The same family that hates me more than you could imagine. I know I mean nothing to you, but why do you want to destroy me? What have I done to you?”

He places the razor blades in the pocket of his black dress pants and races to me. Grabbing my face, he tilts my head back and stares into my eyes with his dark ones. “Pretty Girl, I don’t know how this ends. I doubt my brother will ever grow tired of you, but I can’t speak for him. But me? You’re my fucking kryptonite. Even though I know you might destroy me, I can’t stay away from you. I’m a powerful man. I always have been, but you make me fucking weak. If you’re looking for guarantees on things, I can’t give you that. But I promise you, if we let you go, you won’t be homeless. We will take care of you even if you aren’t ours anymore.”

He leans down and swipes my lips with his tongue, causing me to moan his name.

“If you need pain, you tell me and I’ll administer it safely. I will not allow you to cut your beautiful skin, to risk your life. I promise you, your sister is not worth it. Now, go upstairs and get changed into the lingerie that’s on the bed.”

Drake

Natalia walks upstairs and I pour myself a drink while I give her time to get changed. After taking a large pull of my whiskey, I set the glass down on the table beside the couch where I sit. Grabbing my phone, I text Dante.

Me: I want her parents brought to the warehouse.

He doesn’t respond, but I’m not surprised because I know it’s a busy night. I could be wrong, but I think her parents will tell us everything we need to know. There are things with Natalia that make little sense. Maybe none of it should matter as long as we get what we want from our Pretty Girl, but for some reason, it does. I want to know everything about her. Then I want to destroy everyone who has ever hurt her, whether they’re a blood relation to her or not. I swallow the last gulp of my drink before taking her blades to the garbage outside. When I walk back in, I wash my hands before going upstairs to find my beautiful girl.

Opening the door to the bedroom, my mouth goes dry when I see her. Jesus. She stands in the black lacy open bust bustier I bought for her, no panties, matching sheer thigh highs and black heels. Natalia grabs at the bottom lacy hem like she’s uncomfortable. I like it when women are sure of themselves, but there’s something so sweet and genuine with the way she has no clue how fucking perfect she is.

“Turn around baby.”

I can tell by her expression she wants to refuse but thinks better of it and slowly turns. I groan when I see her perfect naked ass. The bustier comes down slightly lower in the front, but her ass is on full delicious display for me.

“Bend over and touch your toes. Show me that beautiful cunt.”

“Drake,” she whimpers desperately.

I walk up behind her, place my hand on her back and nuzzle her forward, “Show me what’s mine, Pretty Girl.”

Reluctantly, she does as she’s told, and my eyes naturally gravitate to her pussy.

“Fuck. You’re exquisite. And mine.”

Kneeling behind her, I spread her ass cheeks and press my face to her opening and inhale her scent. Natalia squirms against my hold, but it only makes me grip her tighter. I push my tongue into her pussy and she cries out in what almost sounds like relief. I can’t take much more. Tonight, I’ll take her the way I’ve fantasized about for months.

“Lay on the bed. On your back.”

I get to my feet as she moves to the bed. Without a word, I climb on the bed beside her and fasten her wrists in the wrist straps. I chuckle at her widened eyes as she stares at me with fear. Kneeling beside her, I brush my thumbs over her exposed, firm nipples. “I will not hurt you, Pretty Girl. Not tonight anyway.”

Getting off the bed, I smirk as she watches me with a hungry gaze as I unbutton my dress shirt. I place the black fabric over the back of the sitting chair before moving to my pants. My eyes stay focused on the beautiful girl in the bed. “Like what you see, needy girl?” I ask as she licks her lips.

“Yes,” she speaks so low it’s nearly inaudible.

I remove my dress pants and boxers and place them with my shirt. Standing at the foot of the bed, I fist my cock. “Spread your legs. I want to see every inch of that beautiful body.”

She does, and I take a moment to let my eyes travel the length of her stunning physique. How this woman even believes anything her vile sister has to say is beyond me. She’s exquisite like this. Her arms strapped to the frame of the bed, dressed in black lingerie, her tits falling over the fabric, dark hair hanging down below her shoulders and that pretty exposed pussy beautifully pink and already wet for me.

I climb back onto the bed, grab her legs and push them back, “Tell me you’re a beautiful woman.”

She shakes her head in defiance. “No. I can’t.”

I slap her clit hard and she gasps, “Fucking say it. Even if you don’t believe it right now, you will say it.”

She closes her eyes as if she’s in tremendous pain and says words I know she thinks are a lie, “I’m a be-autiful woman,” she stumbles as she does what she was told. She said to me before that if you hear something enough, you believe it whether or not it’s true. I will tell her she’s gorgeous every day and eventually she’ll know it to be the truth.

“That’s right, Pretty Girl. You are.”

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