The guy snarled then escorted Karina out of the room. The door closed behind him, the sound making me aware that now it was just the three of us.
Vadik. Antonio. Me.
And the reality was that there was a slim to none chance that all three of us would walk out of here alive.
Vadik’s head tilted, his eyes studying my face. “I have to say, my dear Nessuno, I do love this new fight you have.” He lifted his hand, dragging a finger along my jaw. “It’s going to be fun breaking you. All. Over. Again.”
“Vadik!” Antonio demanded. “Take your hands off her.”
The smile that tugged at the corners of Vadik’s mouth sent a chill down my spine. The way his blue eyes darkened, his eyebrows knitted. I’d seen this look on his face so many times before—a foreboding of what was to come.
With a sly grin, he glanced over his shoulder at Antonio. “Take my hands off her?” He moved around me, stilling by my back. The second his hands touched my shoulders, I shuddered. Slowly, with purpose, he dragged his fingers across my skin, down my arms. “Why would I ever want to stop touching such a pretty flower like this one?”
“Vadik,” Antonio warned. But he didn’t stop. Vadik continued to touch me, brushing fingertips over my skin. It was like insects crawling all over my flesh, my body rejecting the touch. I swallowed hard when his hands came back up as Vadik placed his chin on my shoulder, peeking down. “I always thought she had the most beautiful tits. Don’t you, Valenti heir?”
As he finally palmed my breasts, I gagged. Bile was crawling up my throat, the urge to vomit almost uncontrollable. My jaw clenched, tears stinging my eyes, threatening to show weakness.
Antonio roared like a demon-possessed animal. “Stop!”
But Vadik just continued the show by rubbing my nipples between his fingers. All I could do was keep my eyes on Antonio. I watched as his anger morphed into helplessness—his rage turning into desperation. He was such a powerful man. Strong. Resilient. The epitome of confidence. But right now, Antonio Valenti was defenseless. Vulnerable. Seeing the man I love so powerless hurt more than enduring the humiliation of Vadik’s touch.
It was excruciating.
“Do you know how many times I’ve had these in my mouth?” Vadik continued before pinching my nipples, causing me to groan. His touch was like poison, a disease infecting me little by little. “I’ve sucked and bitten these nipples almost every time I fucked her.”
“Stop it,” Antonio demanded between clenched teeth.
Vadik let go of my breasts, and I took a breath, but the second his hands moved down my stomach, I bit my bottom lip. It was agony, torture, having his hands on my body. And having Antonio witnessing it, the way Vadik slowly defiled my body, I never wanted to die as much as I did right that very moment.
Vadik’s hand dipped between my legs, and a tear slipped down my cheek when he dragged a finger through my slit.
“Vadik, you motherfucker!” Antonio went berserk, pulling and tugging, the chair screeching across the floor. “Get your motherfucking hands off her!”
“Oh, dear Valenti heir. If you can’t handle this, I can’t wait to see how you tear yourself apart when you watch me fuck her.”
“Vadik, stop. Do whatever the fuck you want with me. But don’t you dare fucking touch her!” Antonino screamed, but it was more a plea than a demand.
A tear moved down his cheek, and the sight broke me. I lost every ounce of strength I had, and finally, my silent tears turned into sobs.
Vadik rounded me again until he stood in front of me, reaching out and wiping the tears from my face. “I can’t wait to hear you scream.”
Antonio howled, he roared like a lion experiencing the worst pain in his life. “Stop, please.” He still struggled against his restraints, and I couldn’t look at him anymore. I couldn’t witness his anguish, the pain that now streamed down his face alongside the tears. It was the worst torture I ever had to endure, seeing the man I loved come undone in the worst possible way.
Vadik jerked on the chain attached to the collar around my neck as he started to unzip his pants. “Did you miss me, Nessuno? Did you miss my cock stretching your cunt?”
Even though I bit my tongue, my glare shot daggers through his skull. Every ounce of hate I ever felt toward this man all came to the surface.
“Spread those legs so I can remind you how it feels to be fucked by your true master.” Lust turned his eyes to orbs of black, his vile intent written on his ugly face.
Antonio continued screaming, but the more I focused on my hate for Vadik, the more I blocked it out—the sound of Antonio’s agony.
Memories of a little girl being defiled and raped flashed through my mind. A beautiful, innocent little girl, crying while she experienced the worst pain of her life, her tiny body feeling like it was being split in half. I was back there. I was that little girl again. The little girl, out in the cold, refusing to stop fighting. I was the little girl who wouldn’t stop thinking about her mother’s words, telling her to be strong, to never give up. The red-hot rage of that little girl started to rise inside me like the tide. It was crashing against bone, churning violently in the pit of my stomach, forcing the current through my veins.
When I felt Vadik’s vile cock brush against my inner thighs, I closed my eyes willing that little girl to give me the strength I needed to survive…one. More. Time.
Vadik moaned when his cock pushed between my legs, and Antonio screamed like a man who had a beast inside him, about to tear its way through his bones. But I just kept on looking at Vadik’s face, and when I felt him nudge against my entrance, pushing my body back, I acted. All it took was a blink of an eye, the lift of an arm, and a bone-shattering scream from my throat…before tearing his ear straight off the side of his head.
The scream that came from his mouth was like a psalm straight from the goddamn Bible. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. Like music.