Page 54 of Corrupt Desires

Jess visibly winces as she takes in the state of my body. My chest is stitched up, but even the small action of bringing my arm up tugged on the stitches so that new blood is running down my chest once again. The dried blood between my legs chafes, and I wince at the pain radiating from my center.

“They’re coming, Emilia. They’re coming!”

As Jess loudly whispers the last word, the door bangs open against the wall, and none other than Anthony Romani stands in the doorway, eyeing up myself and then Jess.

“It’s your lucky day, dollface,” he says, staring at Jess. “You’ve finally been sold. Your buyer is looking forward to breaking you in. For all the trouble you’ve put us through, you at least fetched a pretty penny on the sales floor.”

Jess straightens and glares at Anthony before catching my gaze from across the room.

“What’s the problem, Jess? Not happy? Wanted to stay here with me, have another round of lessons?” asks Anthony, taking a step closer to her cot with each question he asks.

Jess spits back, “Not much for lessons, they last two minutes at most.”

Anthony sneers at her comment. “Grab her boys.”

Two burly men storm into the room, yanking Jess by the wrists until she’s flailing on the ground, trying to fight them both off her. They slam her down on the ground, her head making a sickening crunching sound as it bounces off the floor. She’s still connected to the cot by a chain at her ankle, so they aren’t able to get her very far.

Anthony kneels down on the ground, undoes his belt, and starts to pull down his pants as Jess screams like a banshee, clawing at the men holding her down while blood starts to drip onto the floor from her head. I push myself into a sitting position on the floor, and while everyone is distracted, I launch myself at Anthony, clawing his face as I land upon his back. I can already feel a few of the stitches tearing as Anthony twists and turns, trying to pry me off of him. The two men holding down Jess abandon their current task to rip me off Anthony, flinging me into the wall. Anthony strides up to where I’m trying to catch my breath and backhands me, my head whipping to the side with the force, teeth clattering in pain.

“You stupid little bitch,” says Anthony, bringing a hand to his face and coming away with blood. “You fucking cut me.”

“I think if anything, it’s an improvement to your face,” I spit out, watching him out of the corner of my eye from where I lean against the wall.

Anthony is quick as a snake, launching himself in front of me and grasping my chin in a punishing hold. “Every negative action on your end, Emilia, results in a punishment. Or haven’t you learned your lesson yet?” he asks, poking my chest, causing fresh blood to squeeze between the sutures and drip onto the floorboards.

I stay quiet as I assess him and the words he spews. He won’t kill me, that much I’m certain. Otherwise he wouldn’t waste his time bringing in a doctor to patch me up. He won’t let any of his men rape me, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t saving that for himself.

“I see your gears turning, princess. Have you worked it out yet? No? Let me enlighten you. Every time you fight me, one of these women will be raped in front of you. Let’s start with Jess, shall we?”

“Don’t you fucking dare…”

“Ah, ah, ah, Emilia. You have no power here. Now, sit down like a good little bitch, otherwise I’ll have my men hold you down while I let Vincent in to play.”

Peering around Anthony, I see Jess on the floor, her eyes wide but a steely resolve in her gaze. She quickly shakes her head when she sees me start to push up off the wall, and it’s only then that I understand—she’s going to take the punishment, and she doesn’t want me interfering. Interfering means an even worse punishment for the both of us.

“I see you’re starting to understand how things work around here, Emilia. Jess, spread your fucking legs.”

When she doesn’t immediately listen, the two goons Anthony brought in here with him each grab an ankle and spread her legs for him. She has silent tears tracking down her face, but my gaze finds hers, and I hold her stare. Anthony is quick, shedding his pants and plunging his cock into her in one punishing thrust. Her body jostles from his aggressiveness, and her eyes move to the ceiling, seemingly escaping within herself. Anthony continues thrusting, leaving bruising fingerprints along her side as he goes.

“Fuuuck. That’s it, Jess. Now that we have the fight out of you, we can finally start teaching you how to act like you’re enjoying it. Wouldn’t want to disappoint your new owner, now would we?” He talks in between each thrust, owning her physically and mentally.

As he gets close to climax, his thrusts stutter, and he quickly pulls out, dumping his load on her stomach. She doesn’t even flinch as he slaps the side of her ass, telling her what a good girl she is.

Anthony stands up, does up his jeans, and steps out in the hallway, returning only to throw a towel at Jess and telling her to clean up his mess.

“You and me, princess. We have a lot to discuss. I’ll have someone come grab you for dinner, and then we can talk about my plans for your future.”

I spit at his feet. “Fuck you!”

“Oh, Emilia. In due time, in due time. Some things shouldn’t be rushed. The journey is half the enjoyment.”

“You’re not getting your limp cock anywhere near me,pendejo.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Emilia. In fact, how about I just tell you now, seeing that you are so intent on being an annoying little bitch.”

Anthony leans against the door frame, eyeing me up from where I sit against the wall, my body fully on display, but I’m unable to give a fuck at this point.

“Such a beautiful fucking pussy, Emilia.” He pauses, enjoying the sight before continuing. “My plans, for one, involve getting rid of that stuffy lawyer you call a husband. Once he’s out of the picture, you’ll marry me so we can join both our territories under one rule.”

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