I don’t have the strength.
I didn’t have time to think before Matteo asked me.
And the word just fell from my lips.
I open my mouth to lay down the law. Have some sort of rules for what I want. But both men move far too quickly for me to come up with any.
Arlo grabs my mouth, covering it so that I can’t speak, until I can barely breathe. He scoops me up under my arms, and Matteo grabs my legs, lifting me up.
They quickly and efficiently move me without speaking a word to me or each other about what they are doing. It’s how they work together, I realize. They each know exactly what the other is thinking. Whatever they do when they aren’t trying to fuck me must make them an inseparable team.
I don’t squirm as they carry me. They hold me so firmly that I’m not sure it would do much good even if I did actually want to escape fro
m them. My eyes widen a little when they don’t lead me to Matteo’s bed. Instead, they carry me out of his quarters and into the hallway where anyone could see us.
Not that it matters. I’ve already discovered that the staff doesn’t care about what the family does to me. So, wherever they are taking me, even in the precarious position I’m in, they won’t even bat an eye.
What if they want to fuck me in a public place?
My heart speeds up at the thought of any of the staff walking in on us. I’m not sure that I’d care if anyone walked in on us. Both men would keep too much of my attention for me to notice anyway.
But the Carini brothers don’t stop at any of the places I expect. Not the living room or study. They don’t turn down toward Arlo’s quarters. Or up toward my room. Instead, they carry me all the way across the house…
My heart stops when I finally realize where they are taking me. And I won’t have it. I don’t know what kind of game they are trying to pull or if I trusted them when I absolutely shouldn’t have, but there is no way they are getting me to go into Enrico’s quarters.
I start fighting.
I try to kick Matteo with my legs, and I dig my nails into Arlo’s arms, doing everything I can to get him to let me go. Arlo’s hand is still covering my mouth, but I try my best to scream for help anyway even though I know screaming won’t help me at all.
Matteo tightens his grip on my thighs, and Arlo’s hand squeezes my nose shut as well as my mouth, silencing my moaned attempt at screaming.
I can’t breathe while Arlo’s hand is covering both my nose and mouth. I fight harder, digging my nails until I draw blood, ripping at his skin. I fight until I feel myself about to pass out from lack of oxygen. That’s when Arlo finally lets me breathe again.
I only get two breaths in before he covers my mouth again, but this time, he leaves my nose uncovered. I try to focus on my breathing as they carry me through hallways and down to Enrico’s bedroom.
My eyes search the room for Enrico. He must be here somewhere. That’s why they are bringing me back. I haven’t asked the question yet because I already know the answer. That Enrico is definitely the head of the household. That Matteo and Arlo will do anything that he tells them to. It doesn’t matter if they care about me. It doesn’t matter if they don’t want to. If Enrico tells them to, it will be done.
He controls everything.
And I’m done with being controlled.
My eyes keep darting around the room, looking for him to be lurking in the shadows somewhere, but I don’t see him or any of his guards that he used to control me.
“He’s not here. He’s gone,” Arlo says, answering the question in my eyes.
I close my eyes, trying to get the nightmares that are overwhelming me to disappear. But, every time I open my eyes and see something else that Enrico used on me, I panic, and they come back. I don’t know what they are thinking, bringing me here. But I won’t let them fuck me here.
“You said yes. You can do this. Let us do this. Let us help you,” Arlo says.
Arlo’s words are calm and strong. He’s not asking me; he’s commanding me, as he always does. It’s what I need. For him to reassure me. I’m not sure why, but I trust him. I’ve always trusted him. That’s why I ran for seven years. I knew he was telling me the truth. That I needed to hide for as long as I could.
His eyes are the last things I see before a blindfold goes over my eyes, blocking everything from me.
Why he couldn’t do that before he brought me into the torture chamber, I don’t know. But I take Arlo’s eyes with me into the darkness.
His hand is gone from my mouth, and then my body is placed on the bed. My first reaction is to run, to fight. Because, even though I do trust Arlo and even Matteo to keep me safe, I don’t want to be fucked again in this room. Even if I agreed to be fucked, I don’t want to be fucked here.
The second their hands leave my body, I make a run for it. I jump off the bed and reach for the blindfold. I feel their hands back on me in an instant. I can’t help from fighting. Hard. I elbow one of them hard in the nose, making him let me go. But the other one grabs me and drags me back to the bed. I feel the cuffs going on my wrists and ankles, just like before.