Without another word, he pulls me to stand and walks me over to a leather bench. Positioning me on my back, he lays me down and proceeds to tie my wrists to metal cuffs. Then my legs are spread wide with a thick metal bar, which he locks in place, making me bend at the waist. I’m open. Lewdly so. But the fire in his gaze turns me molten. It burns me from the inside out.
“Now I’m going to punish you for not telling me sooner. And I’m going to fuck any memory of that asshole from your mind.”
He reaches for a leather riding crop. Taking his time, he gently, lightly trails a path over my thighs, ass, and clit, which has my hips jerking wildly. He moves over to my nipples, taunting them the same way. And then it starts. He lifts the leather and swats one peaked bud, then the other. Again and again. The pain, the pleasure, everything sears my nerves and shoots through my veins.
By the time he stops, I’ve lost count. My breasts are red, tingly, and I’m aching for more. I watch as he positions himself at my spread legs. Lifting the crop, he brings it down on my clit. “Fuck!” My cry is loud. I’ve never felt anything like it.
“Close your eyes, breathe, and do not make a noise,” he orders and I can’t help whimpering. He continues his assault on my pussy, my clit, and I’m biting down so hard on my lip I break skin. “Your cunt”—whack—“is mine.” Whack. “Your ass”—whack—“is mine.”
I can’t speak. I can’t think. I’m trembling. Needy. My orgasm has my body taut, painfully so, and all I need is his command, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he drops the crop, grips his steel shaft, and slaps my clit with the crown. My body convulses, needing release.
Without warning, he plunges into my pussy so deep and so brutally, I don’t doubt he’s fucked every memory I’ve ever had, sexual or non, out of my mind. My brain short-circuits when he plunges in and out of me.
He pulls out, and I know what’s coming. The warmth of my arousal drips down the crack of my ass and then he’s there. Filling me with his fingers in my pussy. His cock violating me beautifully. His fingers drawing the pleasure from my heart and soul.
“I’m yours. You’re mine.” He continues thrusting as he grunts the words. And then he does it. He bites out two words as he pinches my clit. “Marry me.” It’s not the two I expected, but they detonate me and I splinter below him.
Epilogue
RAINA
Three months later
To learn the brother who you thought you knew was nothing more than a stranger in disguise causes you to re-evaluate connections. Knowing Andrea related to the man who almost raped you and would’ve killed you is another reason I have forced myself to come to terms with my past. Therapy helps. Talking about the worries that plague me about what I went through has given me a new outlook.
Don’t bottle-up feelings.
I was never close to Andrea. We didn’t always see eye to eye, so when Franco told me the truth, I wasn’t hurt. Shocked, yes. Angry, definitely.
Hitting send on an email to confirm the payment of mine and Cali’s inheritance into our designated bank accounts, I sit back and glance around the office. My six-month contract with the Morettis has ended, but I’m not leaving. Now I have a new contract, one as Franco’s fiancée. But what else am I to this man? Submissive? Sex slave? I giggle at the thought.
While I finish my degree, I’ll still work in the office, help with the daily running of what they do. Shipments, orders, emailing the suppliers and whatever else comes my way, but I’m now part of the family. I’ve been introduced as his partner. We’re not married, yet, but I feel as if I’ve been accepted.
When the door swings open, Gio saunters in with his signature smoke hanging from his full lips. “Ciao, bella.” He smirks. His thick accent and deep baritone sound more pronounced. He’s just arrived back from Italy.
“Gio, please tell me how Adi is doing?” I haven’t heard from her in a week. Although Matteo has texted once to let me know they’d arrived.
“She’s a strong girl. She’ll be fine. Time will heal and my brother will be there to care for her.”
I nod. He’s right. Matteo has been incredible with her. Even though she’s pushed him away more times than I could count in the last few weeks, he’s never strayed. He’s stood by her, pushed her to accept that his support, his affection, isn’t going anywhere. After her childhood, I’m glad she’s found a man who isn’t about to up and leave the moment things get tough.
“I’ve got that meeting with Carlos set up for a week from Friday. He wants to see you and Franco,” I inform him. The smoke rings that filter from his mouth float into the air and his dark eyes pin me with an amused expression. “What?”
“You’re quite a little firecracker, Raina.” He smirks. “I’m happy for you and Franco. He needs someone who can kick his ass every now and then.”
“Get out of my fucking office with your cigarette.” The amused, yet commanding tone of the man in question startles us both and I watch as Gio holds up his hands in surrender. He rises to his full six-foot and stalks over to the balcony door. As Franco enters the office, I see the little blonde behind him.
“Cali!”
She squeals and rushes toward me. My cousin has been traveling. Her new modeling contract has kept her busy, which is good, considering everything that’s happened over the last two months. She did a few shoots over the years, but when a client called her and asked her to fly to Europe, she jumped at the chance.
“Cali, how was Paris?”
“The food was amazing. The city itself is paradise. I loved it. Even though I was on set for most of it, the few snippets of time off were incredible.” She gushes as Giovanni circles her waist.
“There’s my beauty.” He nuzzles her hair and another fit of giggles falls from her lips. “I missed you,” he growls into her neck.
“Get a room, you two.” Franco’s chuckle comes from his desk, and I glance at him. Finding my handsome man with a wicked smirk on his full lips.