16. Chapter Sixteen—Carlotta #2
“Careful,” Cassiel mumbles, one hand patting the top of my head through the paper bag while moving his legs restlessly beneath me again, pinning my wrists even tighter between my back and his stomach.
“Can’t I take this paper bag off her?”
“No. You know the rules, bambino.”
Bambino?
I swear I’ve heard that before…
If there’s others in the car with us, they stay silent. Only Cassiel and Rome exchange words, speaking in tongues I don’t understand.
I tune the sound of them out, restlessly jiggling my leg up and down in anticipation of what’s next to come.
What the fuck am I going to have to do to prove my membership and trust to The Thirteen?
Strong hands clamp down on either side of my hips, stopping the motion of my legs, fingertips dipping dangerously beneath the waistband of my leggings. Cassiel’s pelvis tips up on instinct, searching for that friction, his growing bulge pressing against my low back.
“Sorry,” he mutters, twitching beneath me.
I lean back in answer; a ribbon of arousal twirling through me causing my core to spasm around thin air.
It’s not the most comfortable of positions, but I manage, finally coming to rest my head in the space between Cassiel’s neck and shoulder, legs still splayed over either side of Cassiel’s muscular thighs, leaving me slightly exposed.
I can’t deny how safe his close proximity makes me feel.
He promised to protect me and for some strange reason I believe him.
“C'è qualcosa che succede qui che vuoi dirmi?”
Cassiel shrugs his shoulders, jolting me slightly before he resumes the back and forth stroking of his fingertips across the sliver of skin exposed between the hem of my top and my leggings. “Dimmelo tu.”
Up above, Rome swears beneath his breath.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Angelo.”
Cassiel shifts again, subtly rubbing up against me.
My nipples bead in my bra, a flash of heat racing through my core, settling into my bones alongside the fear and adrenaline already there.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” Cassiel protests with another jerk his hips.
“You forget I can read you like a book… I know you’re thinking about it.”
A thick pinkie finger slips beneath my leggings, toying with the lace of my panties. “Thinking about what?”
I squeeze my eyes tightly at the sound of Cassiel’s voice blown with lust and mischief, a fresh surge of slick coating my panties.
“Sinking your fingers into her tight pussy, stroking her little clit, finding out if the fear running through her makes her as wet as I hope. Isn’t that right, Carlotta?”
My whole body jolts at Rome’s filthy words, hips bucking upwards, a helpless moan escaping me, muffled by the tape covering my mouth.
The entire car swerves, Cassiel’s grip on my body tightening as he swears before whoever is driving rightens the wheel.
“Not so unaffected now are you, boss man? Hm?”
I strain my ears to hear Rome’s reply, but it never comes.
Instead, the car rumbles beneath us as whoever’s driving steps on the gas, propelling us forward at a rapid rate. Fear and anxiety still race through me, but it’s a struggle to focus on the task at hand when Cassiel is touching me; his muscular body beneath mine betraying how much he wants me.
I sink into the feeling of his warm, calloused hands skirting over my flesh, setting my nerves endings on fire with each pass.
My toes curl in my boots when he thumbs across my sensitive hipbone, another whimper bubbling up in my throat at the heavy feel of my breasts in my bra, aching to be touched like the rest of my body.
I blame his addictive touch for the fact I don’t notice the car rolling to a dead stop.
Only when the car door is ripped open, bringing with it a gust of cold air which rushes over my flesh, does the exact reason I’m here bounce back to the very front of my mind.
Shit.
Strong hands make a grab for my upper arms, tearing me from Cassiel’s hold and forcing me out of the car. I wobble on my two feet, but I don’t get a chance to steady myself before I’m being dragged by Rome, the scent of his cologne tickling my nostrils.
Everything that follows next happens so fast it makes me feel lightheaded and nauseous.
The paper bag is yanked from my head, the blindfold too, while a penknife slices through my wrists, unbinding them.
I blink back the silver stars dotting my vision, watching Cassiel pinch the side of my tape covering my mouth and unable to stop him as he rips it off.
Poker hot pain sears through me and I swear loudly, clapping my palm to my sore mouth.
“What. The. Fuck,” I spit, swallowing a couple of times to rid myself of the cotton dry mouth the tape has caused.
Rome grins, showcasing his perfectly pearly white teeth. He gestures to the metal door the three of us are standing in front of; the food slot shut tight and bolted.
I shiver as I realize it reminds me of the doors I’ve seen in real life documentaries—the kind they use to lock in high security prison inmates.
My knees begin to knock together again, nausea rolling in the pit of my stomach.
“Rome—”
He cuts me off before I can even begin, a softer smile gracing his full looking lips. “I’m going to be kind and allow Cass in with you tonight, but you must complete the task alone.” Rome’s dark chocolate-colored eyes flick to Cassiel. “You know the rules, Angelo. No interfering.”
Cassiel bows his head.
“Good luck, Carlotta Bellucci. Bang on the door when you’re finished, and I shall see you both on the other side.”
And with that, he twists the key in the lock, shoving both Cassiel and I inside before I hear the sound of the door locking once more.