The monster was still here with us. We were still trapped in his awful dungeon; we’d never been back home in our own bed.
I whimpered at the loss of the sense of safety. It’d been cruelly fleeting.
The pinch on my nipples increased, and a strangled shout tore from my chest. Luca’s tongue penetrated me, as though he was trying to give me pleasure to mitigate the pain. The two opposing sensations tormented me, my body shaking from the intensity.
“You look so pretty with your nipples clamped,” Dante rumbled.
What?I didn’t understand what he’d done to me, but the pinch abated slightly. Uncomfortable pressure remained, and my abused buds throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat.
A featherlight touch on the tight peaks contrasted with the pain, and my back arched on a sharp cry. Luca sucked on my clit.
Ecstasy crested. I was so close…
“Don’t let her come yet,” Dante commanded.
Luca gave me one lingering lick along the line of my slit before brushing an apologetic kiss over my sex.
I whined and undulated my hips, wanting the comfort of his touch. His hands clamped my thighs, holding me in place as his hot, panting breaths teased over me.
“You see?” Dante crooned in my ear, rubbing my nipples again and sending zings of pleasure sparking down to my needy clit. “Luca is nothing. He’s not a man. He’s not your husband. He’s mine to use however I want. His mouth is on you, but I’m the one giving you this pleasure. I’m the one who controls your orgasms. You’re mine.”
Luca snarled against my sex.
“Make her come,” Dante commanded, voice ice cold as he addressed Luca.
My husband lashed me with his tongue, holding my bucking body down as he stimulated me mercilessly. Despite Dante’s twisted declaration, Luca was possessing me with his mouth, reminding me of how he was the one who’d mastered my body from the very beginning. He’d been the one to taste me like this on our wedding night; my first experience with a man.
I’m yours.I didn’t dare make the vow aloud, but I tossed back my head and screamed out my release. Pleasure pulsed through me, rippling out from my core. I gave it all to him, to Luca. This orgasm belonged to him.Ibelonged to him.
No matter what Dante said, no matter what he did to us, he would never be my master.
“Don’t stop,” Dante ordered silkily as I began to come down from the peak.
Two thick fingers eased inside my wet channel, and Luca sucked on my clit. Another cry tore from me as ecstasy crashed through me once again, so keen that it made my eyes sting. I yanked against my restraints, trying to twist away from the intense sensation.
Suddenly, Dante tugged off the blindfold. The golden lights momentarily blinded me after the darkness. When the stars cleared from my vision, I found the monster staring down at me, green eyes blazing with fierce desire. He fisted his cock, stroking himself as he watched me whine and writhe helplessly.
With his free hand, he reached out and picked up the delicate silver chain that connected the strange clamps that pinched my nipples. He tugged on it, and pain burst through my pleasure. His emerald eyes glittered with dark satisfaction, and the sharp lines of his beautiful face tightened with hunger.
“You’re mine, Nora,” he said with the weight of an oath.
I gasped at the dichotomy of the cruel clamps and Luca’s tongue on my sex. My husband rubbed his fingers over my g-spot, as though reminding me that my body belonged to him.
Dante released the clamps, and stinging pain seared my abused nipples. At the same time, Luca’s mouth worked my clit. The world washed white with a flash of lightning, and my back bowed as bliss tormented me.
Dante’s lips peeled back from his teeth like a feral beast. “Mine,” he growled, locking me in his burning gaze. Heat lashed my aching breasts as he snarled out his own release. He marked me with his cum while Luca continued to ravish me. Both men possessed me in their own way, staking a claim over my body.
But deep in my soul, I knew that no matter what Dante did or said, I belonged to Luca.
Chapter10
Nora
“Get dressed,” Dante commanded. “You’re coming with me today.”
“What?” I eyed the outfit he’d placed on the bed for me: one of my own from before he’d kidnaped me. My blood ran cold. He’d given me normal clothes yesterday, when he’d forced me to attend that awful meeting with my father and Alberto.
He seemed to sense my disquiet, because he cupped my cheek in his hand, capturing me in a steady green stare. “Don’t worry, little bird. I won’t let them near you ever again. I’m taking you to see your sister.”