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She holds the restraints tighter. Her pussy clenching tightly on my fingers drives me insane. She’s still so fucking tight. It makes me wonder if no one else has had her since I left. The thought of another fuckhead’s dick in her pisses me off and I don’t know why.

I slide my fingers out of her abruptly. “Has anyone else fucked you?” I growl.

She’s panting hard, her eyes struggling to keep my gaze. I grab her cheeks, albeit too roughly. “Answer me. Who else has been inside you?”

She trembles as she shakes her head in response. “No... no one.”

My dick is throbbing hard in my pants and is threatening to force its way out soon.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me.” I slide my fingers back into her, continuing to fingerfuck her. The insides of her pussy are so damn warm and tight.

“Luc-aa.” My name escapes her lips as a groan. She screams as I increase the pace of my fingers.

“Did you really think you could get away from me?”

She is screaming but I don’t stop.

I watch her eyes roll in pleasure and her feet flutter as she struggles to stop moving. I push my fingers deeper into her as I lower my lips on hers to swallow her screams of pleasure.

Her legs begin to shake as I push her into an orgasm. She squeezes her thighs and her pussy becomes even tighter.

Fuck.

I slide my fingers out of her just before she comes to a release. I’m not letting her have a fucking orgasm.

She’s panting harder as she stares at me through the corner of her eyes, watching me taste her juice on my fingers.

Fuck, this is not how I intended our first encounter to go!

“This isn’t over yet,” I tell her and leave.

Chapter fourteen

Gianna

He left me naked with my hands cuffed to the bed.

And I fucking gave in to him.

Tears stream down my face slowly, and I whimper, my body shaking with fear and cold. “Luca, please fucking let me out of here!”

The cold air is biting my skin, and the metal cuffs are digging into my wrist. I’ve never felt so vulnerable and scared. My eyes hurt from crying all night.

He had cuffed my right wrist to the bed in the middle of the night after he had left me on the edge of an orgasm and then just left me.

I hate how easily my body responds to him. How much I craved his mouth on mine, his fingers touching every inch of me. It felt the same as it did all those years ago when he would touch me and I felt higher than any drug. Yet the man before me was so different than the one I loved so deeply. I hated him, but I hated myself even more.

I scream louder, hoping anyone will hear me but, in return, there’s nothing but a sickening silence that turns my gut. My words are lost in the room, and I’m left with only my thoughts—thoughts of my daughter. I’m alone, with no one to set me free from being Luca’s prisoner.

My lips tremble as I break down again. No one knows he has me captive. How long until he finally kills me?

This isn’t the man I once fell in love with. Something has changed. Fuck, everything has changed. His grip now sends shivers down my spine and his gaze is devoid of empathy. His eyes, which I once adored, now only remind me of how much I resent him. Deeply.

I’ve never seen him like this, so full of revenge and anger. Now, he has kept me trapped like his fucking slave.

“Fuck you, Luca!” My voice is getting hoarse as my dry throat starts to itch. “Fuck all of you!”

I choke on my tears as I struggle to free myself. He can’t do this to me.

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