“What were you gonna do with this?” He yanked the razor out of my hand, his accent all gone. “You naughty, naughty girl.”
I cast a desperate glance around me, but I saw nothing that could serve as another weapon. My mouth went so dry I couldn’t even gather enough saliva to talk.
“Answer me, Angel.”
“Please,” I rasped, “please let me go.”
“My answer to your insane request will always be the same. Never.”
“It wasn’t the Lanzas who attacked us at the wedding, right? You did it. You staged it to get me here away from Leo. You kidnapped me. You almost killed me.”
“They weren’t supposed to shoot you, only scare you so I could bring you here. With me where you belonged. The asshole who didn’t know how to fucking aim is lying in pieces in a very dark grave.”
My eyes squeezed with pain and fear. “What about my sister? Is she alive?”
“Of course she’s alive. Why would I hurt Nicole? How many times do I have to tell you she’s like a daughter to me?”
“Where is she?”
“Safe with Leo, like I said.”
“Do they really know I’m alive?”
He exhaled a long breath. “Yes. For now. What I tell them later, though, is really up to you, Angel. If you behave, we’ll all be one big happy family. If you don’t…” He sighed.
My chest contracted at the horrid possibilities. “Please. Please, Tino, let me go. I don’t want this.”
He feigned shock. “No? Aren’t I the same man you were drenching his pants as you rubbed yourself against his cock a minute ago?” His fingers twisted one of my nipples that, surprisingly, was hard. “What about this?” His fingers dropped between my legs and dove inside the gathered wetness. “And this?”
I cringed at the violation, my skin crawling.
“What did I say about lying to me?”
“I’m not lying. I wanted you before I…”
“Before you knew? What about when I washim?” His fingers sank deeper, finding my clit and rubbing it. “You didn’t want me then? You didn’t get wet forme? You didn’t touch yourself thinking ofme? You didn’t come over and over and over picturingmycock fucking your sweet, little pussy? I’m the same man, Angel, the man you’ve always wanted, as Tino, ashim.”
I thought of all the times I’d masturbated, all the times I’d been naked in my room at the condo, at his mansion, when he must have been watching. All the nights he’d stripped me in my sleep and come all over my pussy. I moaned with the torturous feeling of his fingers inside me. They burned me with the pain of betrayal, yet my body was responding was the old naive, ignorant need. They mocked me with the pleasure they were stealing from me.
I squeezed his hand in an attempt to make him stop, but he only moved faster, teasing the engorged nub, hitting on the orgasm that had been building a few minutes ago.
“Stop! Maybe I wanted you then, but it was wrong. I should have never…” I shook, my voice thick with unshed tears. “You’ve been using me. I trusted you, and you betrayed me. I don’t want you now!”
His hand wrapped around my throat, and he pushed me against the bathroom wall. “Don’t say shit you’ll regret later.”
He didn’t squeeze, but the threat was there. I could feel the violence of the predator he was, and I was terrified.
He leaned down toward me. “You will always want me. Why, Angel?”
I just shook my head. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say.
“Because you’re mine. You will always be mine,” he answered for me. “Do you understand me?”
I nodded, too scared to do anything else.
He released my throat. “Bellisimo. Now where were we? Ah.” He circled my clit again, watching my stained-with-his-cum, naked body. “God, Angel. I can’t get enough of watching your beautiful body. I want to see you come again for me, this time with my hand giving you the pleasure you need.”
I resisted the only way I could. I slid down the wall until I plopped on the floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs. I let my long hair cover my shuddering body as I hid my face against my knees.
