Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Dante broke away from me and flicked his fingers at Luca. “Stand at the end of the bed. And I don’t want to hear a single word, no matter what. I’ve already been too lenient with you today because I didn’t want to upset Nora. Don’t make me change my mind.”
My gaze riveted to Luca’s, and I widened my eyes apologetically. I didn’t dare speak to him directly, but I wanted to convey that everything would be all right. I knew that the humiliation of Dante’s control—the way he taunted Luca by touching me however he wanted—was shredding my proud, powerful husband.
But I was unharmed, and he was physically whole. We would be okay. We would survive this and get out of here together.
I resolved to keep my eyes on him. I wouldn’t allow them to drift closed like yesterday, when I’d floated in Dante’s wicked ropes; when I’d forgotten Luca entirely and been consumed by transcendent ecstasy.
My cheeks heated with shame at the memory. What must he think of me? I’d leaned into Dante as he pleasured me, and I hadn’t so much as glanced at Luca. I hadn’t thought about his suffering at all while I experienced bliss.
I hadn’t wanted to become lost to Dante’s games, but it’d happened, nonetheless.
I would be stronger this time.
I locked Luca in my steady, earnest stare, willing him to see the depth of my loyalty to him, not to the monster who held us both captive.
Dante gently grasped my right wrist, directing it toward one of the black iron bedposts. A fur-lined leather cuff was attached to it by a short chain—it wouldn’t cut into my skin the way the metal shackles had shredded Luca’s flesh while Dante used me to torment him in the worst way.
The dark memory made me shudder, and Dante pressed a kiss to the inside of my wrist before buckling the cuff in place around it.
“Only pleasure, Nora,” he reminded me.
I hated when he said my name. It made me feel far too vulnerable.
I didn’t fight as he cuffed my other limbs, stretching my body until I was laid out before him like a sacrifice. While he completed his perverted work, I kept my eyes locked on Luca’s. Some of the tension around his mouth eased slightly, and I knew he was finding some small comfort in our connection, the strength of our unity against Dante. We were bound together by our marital vows, and the monster couldn’t tear us apart, no matter how sick his games became.
I was so focused on Luca that I didn’t see Dante approaching with the blindfold. It slipped over my eyes, hiding my husband from me. I twisted away, fruitlessly trying to throw off the length of black cloth. He knotted it securely at the back of my head, ensuring I couldn’t see Luca anymore.
“I don’t want this,” I protested, shaking my head.
He gently grasped my jaw, stilling my struggles. “Hush now, darling. Not being able to see will heighten your pleasure. Trust me.”
A half-mad laugh bubbled from my chest as anxiety fizzed through my veins. “Trust you? You’ve tied me up and blindfolded me.”
“Yes, I have.” He responded to my accusation as though he was being completely reasonable. “And I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of our game. I haven’t ever lied to you, have I? I always keep my promises.”
I pressed my lips together, holding in venomous words in case he changed his mind about not hurting me. He’d rendered me completely powerless, and he might punish me if I angered him.
But even as I thought it, an answering fear didn’t rise up to choke me.
Because he’d never lied to me. He was brutally honest about his desires, and he always followed through on his promises.
Even when they were terrible.
Especially when they were terrible.
He’d vowed to break Luca.
How much more could my husband take before his stoic strength started to crack?
I took a deep breath and calmed myself, resolving not to struggle. It would only upset Luca, because he was powerless to help me. If I didn’t appear distressed, this would be easier for him. I could bear whatever was to come. For both of us.
Cool air kissed my stomach, and I felt Dante’s calloused fingers trailing over my skin as he parted my robe, laying my body bare. He petted my sex, and my legs jerked, trying to close. The cuffs held me wide open, completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to me.
“Luca hasn’t been very well behaved today, but I’m going to give him a reward.” Dante’s toxic words were hot on my neck as he continued to caress my most private area, circling my clit and stoking my arousal. “I’m going to let him taste your sweet cunt.” He raised his voice, addressing Luca. “Come kneel between my wife’s legs and worship her pussy.”