Chapter 23 Zoe
ZOE
“Morning,” I say to Gracie as she enters the kitchen.
“I know why you’re so happy this morning.” She grins, pulling up a stool to the island.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I think the burning hot red cheeks are a giveaway that I know exactly what she’s talking about.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams, faking an orgasm.
“Shhh.” I place my hand over her mouth. “You so didn’t hear me.”
Her eyes widen, and she nods before bursting out laughing.
“You’re such a bitch,” I tell her, turning my back on her as she falls over laughing.
“I’m assuming that’s what happened. The way those boys look at you, it’s like they are three seconds away from ripping your clothes off.”
I roll my eyes at her.
“Hey, I’m glad you’re happy, especially with all that’s going on.” She pauses. “Will you ever tell me what happened?”
I take a deep breath. I knew she wouldn’t be happy with the version of events I told her.
“Do you really want to know what happened to me? Because once you hear it you can never unhear it.”
“I love you, Zoe. Nothing you tell me can make me love you any less.”
“There are just some things you can’t come back from. Please, Grace, know that as horrific as my experience was, I’m okay. I’m safe now with Mateo and Tomas. I don’t want to go back to that time.”
Tears fall down Gracie’s cheeks. “I’m sorry.
I promise I won’t ask again,” she says, jumping up and coming around the island to give me a hug.
“Everything that has happened is in the past. Never to be spoken of ever again. I’m here on holidays with my sister and her two hot boyfriends who give her multiple orgasms all night long. And I’m not jealous in the slightest.”
She makes me laugh.
“Let’s have cocktails by the pool like we would if we were on holidays,” Grace says excitedly.
“Did someone say cocktails?” Mateo asks, walking into the kitchen.
“Yes. Me. Zoe and I are now on holidays. We’ve always wanted to holiday in Ibiza, and now we are. Any other reason we are here doesn’t exist,” Grace explains to Mateo.
Who nods and catches my sister’s drift. “I’m known to make an amazing margarita.”
“Sold.” Gracie giggles.
“Okay then. I’ll oversee drinks. You girls go put a sexy bathing suit on, and I’ll meet you by the pool.” Mateo grins, but not before he grabs me, pulls me into his side, wraps his large hand around my neck, pulling my lips to his and kissing me.
“Fuck. That’s hot. And now I feel weird my sister is turning me on,” Grace grumbles as she rushes out of the kitchen.
“Your sister is weird.” Mateo chuckles.
“She forgets to filter a lot.”
“I love seeing you happy and relaxed.”
“Things feel good. Right.”
“Good, now go put on something sexy so I can ogle you,” Mateo tells me before slapping my ass and sending me on my way.
My eyes drift shut after one too many cocktails and my head lulls to the side as I drift off to sleep by the pool in the sunshine.
“Nikolai, please, please don’t do this to me. I thought you loved me,” I plead as he drags me back from the lift by the hair. Disgusting men are littered around the room, and they start laughing at me. The women pleasing them don’t even flinch at my screams.
How the fuck can they just ignore me?
“Get ready,” he says to Dmitri, who takes a seat, a hard smile on his face. He unzips his jeans.
No, no, please no, not him.
“She’s feisty. I like it when they have a bit of fire in them.” Dmitri laughs and pulls out his cock, hard and ready. His hand wraps around his length and he starts stroking himself.
Panic sweeps over my body, and I lash out against Nikolai, who just laughs, pushing me forward, closer to Dmitri.
“I wonder if her pussy tastes the same as her sister’s. I wonder who fucks better of the two of them?” Dmitri and Nikolai laugh.
Fucking disgusting pigs.
“Fuck you, you piece of shit. If you bring your dick anywhere near me, I’m going to bite it off,” I snarl at him.
He just laughs, and that’s when I feel cold metal pressed into my side.
“If you bite his dick off, then I will put a bullet through your head, and your body will never be found. We know how to make people disappear.”
My body tenses at Nikolai’s venom. I have a feeling he isn’t bluffing, but I don’t care.
“Shoot me, fucking shoot me. I would rather die than suck his dick,” I spit.
Nikolai’s face contorts and it really scares me.
“I own you now. If I ask you to suck all my friend’s dicks then you will do it.
If I ask you to lift your skirt and bend over and let my friends fuck you, you are going to do it.
If I want to loan you out to get a deal done, then I fucking will.
You have no choices, Zoe, none. What you think doesn’t matter anymore because you are here for man’s pleasure not your own. ”
Spit hits my face as he rants.
“If you do a good job like I know you can, then you will get the good jobs and have some kind of freedom, but if Dmitri deems your skills lacking, then you will be put with the gutter whores who work the streets.”
My heart is pumping. I want to fight him on this. I want to bite Dmitri’s dick off, but I have to be smart. Fuck him, this is about survival, and I will do anything to survive and get out of this place and take this fucker and all his depravity down. I steel myself against what is about to happen.
Dmitri smiles. “I’m ready for you, sweetheart.”
If he wants the best damn blow job in the world, he is going to get it.
Nikolai pushes me toward him. “Get on your knees,” he commands, and I do as I’m told. “Good girl.” As Nikolai releases my hair, the blood slowly seeps back into my head, and the throbbing starts. I shuffle forward, placing my hands on Dmitri’s thighs.
“Open wide, Zoe. Show me what Nikolai has been raving about for the past month.”
My eyes look to where Nikolai is standing, his face is stony. My heart is pounding. You can do this; you can do this. Just think of something else. I move closer and pray that I can get through this.
“You did so well tonight, Zoe. You made me proud,” Nikolai coos as his fingers touch my blonde hair just the way he used to touch me while we lay in bed talking about the future.
“Dmitri said that was one of the best blow jobs he has ever received, and that’s saying something, the man is the biggest whore.
” He chuckles as if this whole situation is okay.
“I’m sorry I made you do that, but this is your life now.
I knew the moment I met you that you were special.
” Nikolai caresses my face. “Moyo zoloste, my gold.”
My heart is confused because he’s being nice to me, like the old Nikolai, but in that room, I saw his other side—the ruthless mafia boss.
“Why? Why did you do it? I loved you, Nikolai. I thought we were going to have a future together. Get married, have a family, all the things we spoke about. You never once led me to believe I was going to be your whore.”
His hard palm meets my cheek, and I’m stunned.
“You are fucking special. You will be one of my jewels. I love you, Zoe, but this is my life. This is what I was bred to do. You and I can still be together; we can still have that life we spoke about.”
“You love me, yet you’re happy to let your friends fuck me, let their hands touch my body. Do you like eating the cum out of my used pussy? Is that what you like?”
Nikolai’s hand reaches out lightning fast and begins to choke me. I can see the anger burning in his eyes.
“Don’t you ever speak to me like that ever again.
I told you, you’re special, no other woman has ever held my attention like you have.
You are my whore to do with how I see fit.
If that is to suck my friend’s cock, then that is all you are good for.
If I need you to seduce a politician for the night so that he can sign off on paperwork for me then that is what you are going to do.
Just because I whore you out doesn’t mean I don’t care for you or that you are not my favorite.
But know this, I can end your life at any moment because there are thousands, millions of beautiful women hanging out at bars, waiting for someone like me to come along and show them a good time. ”
I’m so fucking angry I spit in his face and launch myself at him. “I hate you, I fucking hate you. I’m going to kill you; one day I’m going to fucking kill you.” My nails rip into his skin.
“Get off me, you fucking bitch!” Nikolai screams. He’s too strong for me and overpowers me easily, pressing his body against me.
His weight holds me in place, and he has a tight grip on my wrists.
“That will be the last time I will deal with one of your outbursts. Next time you will not like the consequences.”
He’s too strong for me, but there will be a time when I become stronger, and I will seek my revenge.
“Zoe, Zoe,” Gracie screams.
The sound pulls me from my nightmare, and I sit up on the sun lounge.
“Angel, are you okay?” Mateo rushes over to me dripping wet, he must have been in the pool.
“I … I …” I’m disorientated.
“You were thrashing about on the lounge. I tried to help you, but you fought me,” Gracie says.
Blinking a couple of times trying to shake the cobwebs of my nightmare from my mind, I notice Gracie’s bloodied lip.
“Shit, did I do that,” I say, reaching out.
“It’s okay. I think you thought I was Nikolai. You kept screaming out his name.”
Did I? Shit. That nightmare felt real. I haven’t had one in a while.
Gracie is in tears. I hold my arms out to her.
“Are you okay, my love?” Mateo asks.
I nod. “I think I drank too much and may have gotten too much sun. I have a headache. I’m sorry to have worried you.”
Mateo reaches out and cups my face. “I’ll go get you some water and Gracie some ice for her lip.”
“Does it hurt?” I look over at my sister.
“It’s fine. Are you okay?”
“Now that I know I’m here and not there, I feel better,” I say, reaching out and squeezing her hand. “Might steer clear of day drinking for a while. It seems the alcohol loosens my mind and lets things through.”
My sister nods in understanding.