I mentally scold myself. I allowed my pussy to cloud my judgment, after one night with these monsters, I found myself craving them, needing to feel them inside me again. I never thought the men who blew my fucking mind would be part of the family I’m trying to take down.
“Truth or dare, Prosecutor?” A whimper escapes me at Vladimir Frondozo’s question. He’s the second eldest child of the Don of the Frondozo Cosa Nostra. The very man I am set to go to trial against in mere days. I look at Vegah and shudder. He’s the don’s younger brother and the research I have done indicates he was chosen to lead the family over his older brother, but turned it down. He’s rumored to be a ruthless, cold blooded killer.
I look over at the last guy, Dimitri Dominico. Vegah’s right hand man and from what I can tell from our time together, and from the intel I have been given, he is Vegah’s boyfriend and only weakness. If I am to make it out of this thing alive, I need to find a way to use Dimitri against Vegah.
“Truth or Dare?” Vegah grits out through clenched teeth, drawing my attention to him.
I shake my head. “I can’t tell you what you want to know,” I say sternly. Vegah purses his lips and nods, but it’s the gleeful look in his eyes that has my chest constricting.
“Good answer, Prosecutor. Get her,” he demands. Before I can process what is happening, Dimitri rushes me and subdues me in a second flat, locking my arms behind my back. My idea of using him against Vegah flies out the window, he is too skilled for me to simply hold a gun or knife to him. “Get her in the car. TheDollhouseis no longer required. She needs to pay the price for breaking the rules.”
“What fucking price?” I scream as Dimitri begins to drag me toward the front door.
“Your life. You broke the sacred rule, now the cost of that is your life,” Dimitri says in a cold tone that has me choking on fucking air.
Forgive me Father. I swear to try and not sin again and be a good girl if you help me out of this little situation… please?
CHAPTER TEN
DIMITRI
Vegah sits next to Vlad as he drives us back to the city. All three of us know that there will be punishment for being careless and allowing her to see us without the masks. The rules of theDollhouseare clear. No one is exempt. Not even us. If we had just tortured her like Vegah wanted to, then none of this would have happened. Vlad and I were the ones who wanted to take her there and fuck the answers out of the bitch.
Well, that’s what we told ourselves, but the truth is, we wanted to taste her again and feel her skin against our own. The woman has taken up space in my head since we first met her and that isn’t a good fucking thing. One night and the bitch somehow managed to imprint herself on me.
She’s huddled into the door, staying as far away from me as she can. The robe has come loose and hangs off one of her shoulders, exposing her creamy flesh. The sight of her alone has my cock twitching. I grind my teeth and look away from the bitch. She is a means to an end. No matter how much my cock wants to keep her, we can’t.
“Take her to the pit,” Vegah tells Vlad. He veers left and exits the highway. Jenna says nothing, just sits there trembling in fear. If she gave us the intel we needed, none of this would haveto happen. When we pull up out front of the warehouse, we all climb out. Vegah yanks her door open and drags her out of the car by her arm and pulls her after him. Vlad opens the door for them and flicks the lights on. This place is called the pit for a reason. This is where we conduct our form of questioning.
He leads her to the center of the room, releases her and bends down and grabs the chains that are bolted to the ground and secures them around her ankles. I help by pulling the chains down that are secured to the roof. She doesn’t fight me when I pull her arms above her head and lock them around her wrists.
“Do it,” Vegah orders. Vlad hits the switch and the attachment to her wrists pulls taut as he winds the winch. She gasps when she’s lifted off the ground until the chains around her ankles are pulled tight.
She winces in pain and a pang of something akin to guilt hits me, but I push that shit away. She is trying to destroy the family my man helped fucking build and I won’t allow her to take him or Vlad away from me.
“Is this the part where you kill me?” she grits out through clenched teeth.
“No.” Her features relax slightly at Vlad’s confession. “This is the part where we torture you until you give us what we want.” Her face falls.
I watch her intently. She masks her fear by hardening her features and looks at each of us with hatred. Try as she might, she can't hide the lust lurking beneath. I see it swirling in her blue eyes. She gets off on being restrained, and her fear only serves to heighten her arousal. That shit makes me fucking hot for the bitch.
“Do your fucking worst,” she spits out.
Vegah chuckles and steps forward. She inhales sharply through her nose when he yanks her robe open, exposing her naked flesh to us. Bruises mark her perfect body, that sight alonehas me groaning. Vegah grips her waist roughly, making her gasp. She looks down at him with hunger—the bitch can’t seem to work out if she hates us or fucking wants us, it’s intoxicating. She’s the type of woman any man would dream of. She gets off on fighting and being dominated.
Vegah keeps his gaze on hers as he crouches down until his face is in line with her pussy. Her mouth parts in shock when he parts her folds with his fingers. He darts his tongue out and flicks it over her clit, making her cry out and jerk against the chains.
When he pulls back and looks up at her, there is a dark look in his eyes, a sinister smile I know all too well. He is about to inflict a pain on her that she could never comprehend in her wildest dreams.
“I believe you when you say you won’t talk, Prosecutor.” Her brows bunch at his words. “The thing is, I’m skilled in the art of reading people and knowing how to target their weakness and extorting it until I get what I want.” She inhales sharply and stiffens in her restraints. “I know what yours is,” he taunts.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JENNA
I can’t think clearly, my entire body is taut with tension and riddled with pain, but the beautiful torture they take turns inflicting on me is criminal. For hours they have all taken turns eating my greedy cunt but never allowing me to come. Tears roll freely down my cheeks, I have no coherent thought and can’t speak without jumbling my words.
I’ve screamed, threatened, begged and even pleaded with them to no avail. The pleas fall on deaf ears. I’ve been subjected to watching Vegah fuck Dimitri while Vlad fingers me, bringing me to the edge of oblivion without ever letting me tumble over the edge. I had to endure watching Dimitri fuck Vlad while Vegah licked my tits and ate my ass, never offering me the reprieve I crave most.
