Cruz slides his hand under the back of her dress as he devours her lips. I throw up a little in my mouth watching him grope her ass and grind his hips against her.
Caleb looks at me while our kidnappers are busy making out, lowering his eyes to where my hands are tied behind my back over the chair. He is busy at work loosening his binds, and I do the same, offering up thanks that Dad insisted on training me and Romeo when we each turned thirteen. He has no expectation about any of us initiating, but he has always insistedwe are well prepared for the world we live in. I might not be a badass like Gigi, but I can hold my own.
Unfortunately, Cruz isn’t swayed by his wife’s wiles for long. His eyes whip to mine, and I momentarily freeze before slowing my motions so it’s not obvious I’m trying to free my hands.
“How long have you two been a team?” Caleb asks, looking unfazed despite our predicament. He’s cool as a cucumber as he silently works to loosen the rope around his wrists.
“A long time,” Anais coos, snuggling into her husband.
“Did you really think I’d let you fuck my wife and live if there wasn’t an ulterior motive?” Cruz shoves his hand down the front of her dress, fondling her ridiculous tits.
“From the start?” Caleb asks, and I know he’s feeding their egos and keeping them talking on purpose. They are both narcissists, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.
“The first couple of years were retaliation for Cruz fucking that slut Bettina,” Anais says, pushing her tits into her husband’s hand as he continues groping her.
It’s disgusting. They both are.
“Until we realized how alike we are and our goals were aligned,” Cruz adds.
“And what now, Anais?” Caleb asks. “You’re just going to raise her kid as your own?”
“Yes!” she snaps. “We need to present a family image so the rest of themafiosowill fall behind our leadership, and Cruz needs an heir for succession.”
“Anais is barren, so there was no choice but to use one of my whores to breed my child,” her despicable husband explains. How sad for Bettina. She seems to have had real feelings for him, but she meant nothing to him. She died for her mistakes, and that little boy she gave birth to will pay for them.
“Cruz!” Anais feigns hurt. “A little compassion, please. You know how much it upset me not getting pregnant.”
“It’s a sign,” Caleb says, smirking. “Mother Nature knew you’d make a lousy mom, so she made it so you couldn’t have kids.”
Anais lets loose a high-pitched screech. Removing Cruz’s hand from her chest, she lunges at Caleb, slapping and hitting him while Cruz just laughs.
“What goals?” I blurt, trying to draw her attention away from my love. “What goals were aligned?”
Anais glares at Caleb before tossing her dark-blonde hair over her shoulders. “We both wanted ultimate power. It’s our destiny,” the delusional bitch says. “We were always meant to be king and queen of New York. It would’ve happened sooner for me if that bitch Sierra hadn’t stolen Ben.”
“He was never yours,” I say. “Ben would never have married you. You were a spoiled brat then just like you are now. He despises you.”
Anais walks forward and slaps me across the face. I knew it was coming, but I still don’t regret my words even though I hear Caleb chastising me in my ear.
“Touch her again, Anais. I dare you,” Caleb growls.
“Oh, Caleb.” Anais crouches in front of him. “Your threats are amusing but empty.”
“Get away from him!” I scream when she drives her hand under the waistband of his boxers and touches him.
“Darling. There’ll be time for that later. Let’s finish story time.” Cruz barely looks concerned that she’s groping another man. If they have truly been working together for years, they have both willingly fucked other people with full knowledge and permission. I struggle to understand that because I can’t conceive ever sharing Caleb with anyone or ever wanting any other man to touch me.
“I do miss your dick.” Anais removes her hand, and I work harder to free myself. That fucking bitch is not putting herhands on my man again. The rope is definitely looser, so we just need to keep them talking for a little longer. Anais pats Caleb’s flaccid cock over the material of his boxers, and I want to slice her hands from her body. “We’ll have one final fuck before my husband kills you. For old time’s sake.” She pins me with a smug look. “I’m sure you’re gagging for a decent fuck. We all know the little virgin can’t satisfy you.”
“No longer a virgin, and my man is well satisfied,” I coolly reply. “More than he ever was with you.”
That earns me another slap and another warning glare from Caleb.
“Pity.” Cruz grips my chin, arching my neck so I’m forced to look at him. “I was looking forward to deflowering you.” His hand slides down my body to cup my crotch, and bile travels up my throat. Caleb is hurling insults at him while bucking on the chair. Cruz’s eyes light up. “Bet you’re still an anal virgin.”
I can’t disguise my terror, and he barks out a laugh. “Oh, I am going to enjoy this.” He moves his hand down lower, poking his finger into my ass through my panties. He smirks at Caleb. “It’s only fair, Accardi. You fucked my woman; now I get to fuck yours.” Caleb is going crazy, and that’s the only reason I’m able to keep it together rather than freaking out.
“You were spying on him all this time,” I blurt, looking at Anais, hoping she takes the bait. “Why? What did you gain?”
