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“Get in here, Lucia
Given it was the night of my 18th birthday, I had no idea what I could have done to make him so mad.
Maybe this was it. He'd finally had enough of me and wanted me gone.
It was confusing because he'd given me a great birthday. He even bought me a pink convertible Ferrari. He became mildly a
I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand, it was 2 am in the morning.
With a sigh, I got up from my bed. I briefly thought about grabbing a robe to put over my nightgown but then he shouted my name again.
I ran out of the room and tip-toed to the library he frequently spent his nights in.
No one would ever guess that Bruno was a big reader; I promised him that it would remain a secret between us.
“Lucia
That meant there was only one other room in this wing he could be beckoning me from.
His bedroom.
Which I'd never seen before.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and rounded the corner to his large mahogany doors.
I knocked, then thought the better of it since he'd already screamed for me to come in multiple times.
I took in the large space encompassing his bedroom. Red curtains were elegantly draped along the two large windows matching the blood red color of his bedspread.
Over in a corner of the room, he sat in an over-sized dark leather chair with his back turned away from me. I could see the smoke from his cigar floating into the air.
Even though it was a warm July night, I shivered and curled my arms around myself. “I was sleeping, you know, ” I informed him.
“Bullshit,” was his retort. “We both know you don't sleep during the night.”
He was right. Bruno knew me well, he knew I never fell asleep until well after the sun came up.
He knew I was too scared of the dark because of my past, even though he promised me time and time again that no one would ever hurt me while I was here.
Even still, I never truly felt safe―no matter where I was.
And with the way Bruno was acting right now, I had a whole different reason to worry tonight.
I took another step forward but his gritty voice halted me. “I'm going to ask you one question, Lucia
“Of course.”
He spun around in his chair.
“Do you love me?”
I looked around the room, purposely avoiding his gaze. “No, love is for the weak.”
He nodded but his jaw ticked, indicating that he didn't care for my answer after all.
“Fine,” I admitted nervously. “I think―I'm not sure.” I took a step back. “Okay, yes. God, I do. But don't worry, Bruno. It will go away. I'll get a handle on it. Please don't kick me out.”
He exhaled sharply and met my gaze. “I don't want it to go away.” He stood up and walked over to me. “I don't want you to go away.”
I stared at him in a combination of disbelief and elation. “You mean you―”
He put a finger over my lips. “Don't, Lucia
My heart grew stronger and weaker as his hands cupped my face and he leaned down. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up.
“I'm not going to kiss you.”
My eyes popped open. “Oh, I thought―”
“I don't kiss and I'm not going to be gentle with you.” He lifted the hem of my nightgown up. “But I know if there's one woman in the world who can handle me, it's you.”
He brought my nightgown up over my head and studied me.
“You lack the usual curves I like to see on a woman,” he noted. I closed my eyes, embarrassed as he cupped one of my breasts. “Your tits aren't nearly as big as I thought they'd be. Perhaps I'll buy you a decent pair for your next birthday.”
His comments stung but I wouldn't let him know how deeply they affected me. I opened my eyes. “You're an asshole!”
I took a step back and turned on my heels. “You don't deserve to have any part of me if you can't appreciate me.”
His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my back flush against his front. “That may be true,” he whispered, as he pulled my underwear down. “But I'll damn well take what's mine anyway.”
“And if I say no?”
He laughed low and rough in my ear. “We both know you won't. Besides, you owe me this, bambina. We both know this is the only thing of value you have left.” He licked the shell of my ear. “Just like we both know it was me who saved you.”
I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip on my hips and spread my thighs.
“That's what I like about you, Lucia
He kissed my neck and his fingers found their way inside me. “You're unbreakable and that's what makes you so beautiful.”
My heart hammered in my chest as he bent me over the bed and kissed down my spine. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, my body at odds with itself.
I heard the sound of his zipper lowering and felt the head of his cock at my entrance as I fought for air. I opened my mouth to tell him that I needed a moment in order to process what was happening, given it was my first time and all, but his voice cut me off.
“This will hurt,” was my only warning before he pushed himself inside me in one single hard thrust.
I screamed out in pain and clutched the bedspread for dear life as he began thrusting inside me even harder. “Stop, it's too much.”
He tugged on my hair until my head fell back against him. “You're strong. You can take it, bambina. I know you can.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to push whatever weakness I had far away.
The pain didn't let up, it only magnified each time he slammed into me.
I reached behind me and touched his face. “Please, mio amore. Please be more gentle. For me, Bruno.”
He felt for my hand and held it firmly in his large one, the force of his thrusts slowing down to something much more bearable.
My heart squeezed because I knew what that meant.
No one had the power to deter Bruno DeLuca. No one had the power to make him stop doing anything.
No one but me.
Bruno might not ever say it, but I knew he loved me.
His big body shuddered before he grunted his release.
Then he swept me in his arms and positioned me on the bed, my head falling against the pillow.
“Don't move.”
I couldn't even if I wanted to, my entire body was so sore I felt like I'd run a 20-mile marathon.
A few moments later he came out of the adjacent bathroom with a washcloth.
“You're bleeding all over my bedspread,” he said.
I pursed my lips. “Gee, I wonder why that is.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled and his lips twitched. “Because you're mine now.”
“For how long?”
His gaze traveled over my still naked body. “Forever.”
That's when it hit me. “Bruno, you didn't use any protection. What if―”
“Good,” he said. He brought the washcloth between my thighs. “My son still has another 5 years left on his contract. I'm counting on the fact that he won't make it out alive.”
I gasped but he clicked his tongue at me. “I don't give a fuck what you think about that, Lucia