41. Juliet
Chapter 41
Juliet
I swear my heart stopped with my terrified shriek when Luciano's hand slammed against the door right before it fully shut.
A firm shove from his side sent the door open and me to the ground on my ass. "Luciano, please, don't." Maybe I could appease him and get him to stop, or at the very least, delay things enough to make another escape attempt.
"You really want to start off our marriage on such a wrong foot, sweetheart?" Oh God, the starkness and bite in his voice made my skin crawl at the term of endearment that usually had my heart purring with pleasure.
Kicking the door shut, Luciano kept his sharp eyes locked on me as he reached back and locked the door. Meanwhile, I was frantically scooting backward towards the balcony doors. I didn't get too far before stopping because of the sight of a gun barrel pointing right at me.
"I would really think twice about that plan, baby." He spoke in a calculated voice in tune with his slow and steady steps toward me.
Frozen in fear, all I could do was watch him with bated breath as he approached me, coming to a stop a mere inch from my terrified form. "On your knees." He commanded with a flick of his gun.
Not wanting to test his limits, I quickly fumbled onto my hands and knees before him. "Luciano, please, you're scaring me." I seriously wanted to piss and shit myself right now with him looming over me with his gun.
Uneven breaths tightened my anxious chest as I watched him carefully shed his suit jacket, discarding it randomly somewhere in the room—I was too focused on his damn gun to follow the jacket.
The sound of clicking caused me to flinch, and a small scream squeaked out of me at the feeling of him gripping the back of my hair. With some force, Luciano dragged me over to our bed, where he very unceremoniously grabbed and threw me up onto it.
"You know, I was really hoping you would pick that dress tonight." The sinister edge to his voice sent chills down my spine as I backed away on the bed. With bated breath, I watched his skillful fingers undo the buttons on his shirt in the blink of an eye before that was shrugged off effortlessly and discarded onto the floor. "It's like you knew red's my favorite color and how much I love it on your sexy little body. Pops against your skin so well, hugs your curves just right." Pausing, he looked at me and let out a feral groan.
Like lightning, his hand flashed forward and snatched my ankle, making me shriek out a sob as my body was yanked back to him. Out of sheer instinct from the rising panic, I kicked at him while my breathing picked back up. "Let me go!" The feeling of my foot catching his face sent a tidal wave of fear over me when he glared softly at me.
He was pissed, and I was royally fucked. Seeing his chest puff out should have been a clear sign for me to stop my struggle, but I was stupid. So, I kicked harder until he grabbed both my legs, spread them wide, and wedged himself between them, forcing me to keep them spread at a somewhat painful angle.
With a remark on my tongue, I opened my mouth to snap at him, but my words flew off my tongue from the sharp slap across my face. Stunned, all I could do was gasp for breath at the tightening feeling around my throat. "You better start behaving because as cute as your defiance is, it'll get real annoying, and I won't tolerate it, especially from my wife." His words pressed into the side of my face with his weight into my body.
"I don't want to be your wife! I never asked for it!" I struggled to get my airy words out while I clawed at his forearm, leaving trails of red streaks across inked-out skin.
"Yet you signed the papers." He remarked snidely with a curt laugh, catching my hand before it made contact with his face and pinning it to the mattress. "Don't make me tie you up." He threatened in a voice full of promise.
Swallowing hard, I did my best to glare at him through my teary eyes. "Because you had a gun shoved at my vagina, you bastard!" My scratchy voice squeaked out almost pathetically because of his hand choking me.
Sweet air filled my lungs the moment he released my throat, but my inhale cut short sharply from my head snapping to the side, a result of another slap from him. Shocked, my mouth hung open as I tried to formulate the words stuck in my throat. Nothing but my own gags came out because of Luciano's fingers forcing themselves down my throat.
"Don't make me shut you up with my cock." He said in a low growl as he gripped my open jaw. "The only place I want to shove myself tonight is inside that tight cunt of yours that you've been refusing me."
Taking my other wrist, he easily pinned both to the bed with one hand, leaving a free one to roam my squirming body. "No, Luciano, no, I don't… I can't. I'm not ready." Not gonna lie, the thought of him taking me scared me a little because of what happened last time.
A shocked, gasping whimper strained out of my tensing body at him shoving his hand against my throbbing core after he threw the skirt of my dress aside at the slit. "Liar, you're soaking wet." To press his point, he ripped my thong away and ran his fingers along my puffy lips a few times. "Look at this." I refused, closing my eyes when I caught movement out of my periphery.
His low voice rumbled above me as the tangy scent of my arousal hit my nostrils. "Open your eyes and look at your own mess, you slut, or I will shove my fingers into your mouth and make you taste yourself." The thought of choking on his fingers again with the added lewdness of my own juices made my eyes snap open.
Mockingly, he waved his fingers in front of my eyes. "You say you're not ready, yet look at this." Holding his fingers inches from my eyes, he let me see my glistening juices on his digits. Then, he slowly parted his fingers, making me watch the strings form between the gaps of his fingers, bridging them together. "I bet I'll slide right in no problem."
My eyes widened at his words, my head shaking in refusal as I began to struggle. "No, Luciano, can't we wait? Please? It's too late to be doing this." I pleaded desperately while trying to bring my leg up enough to push him off—to no avail, of course.
Grabbing my face, he pressed his thumb into my mouth and dragged it down my lips before kissing me hard and hungrily with a deep groan.
I don't know what came over me to do it, but I found myself biting his lip—hard. It was hard enough to where he reeled back and slapped me again as I swallowed the metallic taste in my mouth. Glancing at him, I watched as he wiped his smirking, bleeding lips with the back of his hand. "You little bitch." It was a little terrifying at how amber eyes glowed with angry excitement.
Another slap stunned me enough for his next act to go unnoticed until it was done. "I almost forgot to collar you like one." His words barely registered in my mind because I was too focused on the tight feeling around my throat. "Fuck, you look so beautiful, all collared with my mark."
"I'm not a dog! Take it off!" I wanted to rip the thing off in defiance, but my arms were bound tightly by his hand. His grip only seemed to tighten whenever I struggled to free my hands. If it weren't for the feeling of my hands going numb from my circulation cutting off, then I would have continued to struggle.
Chilly air hit my bare chest the next second, and it took me a hot minute to fully process that Luciano had pulled my dress down to expose my breasts. "Can't wait to cum all over these sweet tits of yours." The bottom of his lip tucked under his teeth with his sharp inhale as he eyed my chest eagerly.
Rough pads ghosted down my cheek and neck to my breasts, where he forcibly cupped one of them, squeezing until I whimpered out another sob. The pressure eased momentarily, and my heavy breaths filled the air for a quick second before it echoed with my short scream of pain in response to him clamping down on my nipple with his fingers. "Luciano, that hurts, please stop!" I begged between my sobs.
"If you say so." How his lips turned evil made me regret my plea, and oh boy did I regret it.
The moment he released my abused nipple, blood rushed back into it, causing even more pain that had me tearing up and nearly screaming. "Please, no more." My body ached so badly from the struggle and torment.
Soft rustles made me tear my eyes away from his face to his crotch, where his hand skillfully unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. "Luciano, please, don't!" I pleaded with fearful eyes.
No matter how much I tried to push away from him or push him away, I got nowhere with how he kept pressing himself into me while holding me firmly in place with his weight. He got annoyed enough to pull my arms down so he could lay them against my chest to press his forearm into me.
It was so hard to breathe through my panic from the weight, and I feared a full-blown attack was on the horizon until a pang of pain jarred me out of it. A scream filled my ears, and it took me a second to realize it was my own.
That painful feeling was him inside of me, filling me to the brim. It hurt so much; the burn and ache of his thick member forcing my tight walls to stretch and accommodate him was so unpleasant. "It hurts, it hurts, Luciano, please, it hurts, stop, pull out, please," I begged through my erratic breaths and tears.
Everything started to blur as the darkness threatened to pull me under. "Juliet, look at me." A faint voice demanded, forcing me to remain aware and follow the command. "Look at who is inside of you." Mindlessly, my eyes fell down to my parted legs where Luciano and I were connected so intimately.
That's right, Luciano. It's Luciano. My Luciano.
My thudding heart became calm as I breathed in the heavy scent of our bodies and his personal scent into my system. It's not those men back then, not the same dirty room. Safe, I was safe. I won't let them have this moment and ruin it like before. They weren't here to hurt me. They weren't the ones inside of me; Luciano was.
But fuck did it hurt so much.
I couldn't help the pained groan from coming out when Luciano started to move. "That's it, sweetheart, look at me. Look at your husband taking you for the first time." And fuck, he wasn't taking it easy on me either. "Feel me. Feel how good my cock is inside of you."
His body practically slammed into me with each thrust, his dick bullying its way deeper and deeper inside of my screaming body until his hips were flushed against me. "It's too much, stop, please." I felt like I'd break and split in half if he kept going. The ache of pain intensified with my orgasm that came out of nowhere when his tip hit a certain spot deep within me.
Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes as sweet rapture ravaged my body. It fucking hurt, but it hurt so good. The reason why I haven't screamed the safe-word was because there was a twisted pleasure always following closely behind the pain, making it much more bearable.
"You say stop, yet you cum all over my cock. What a little whore of a wife I've got." Luciano chuckled between his soft pants as he continued to pound into me. "So fucking tight. I'm never fucking you with a condom, ever. Never going to wear one because fucking you bare is the best feeling ever, and I get to fill your greedy cunt with my cum."
"No, don't come in me… Just stop this, please." This was all starting to feel so wrong but so right.
"No, if I stop now, then you're going to slip." Luciano's defiant words were sugarcoated in such warmth, and I caught how his eyes melted with concern for a split second before they hardened back up again with his increased pace. "I'm going to fuck you until those moments are erased from your mind. Whenever you get pulled under, you'll just be pulled to this moment."
Warm shivers washed over my body as I felt the knot in my stomach tighten back up at his words. He was right. I needed this moment to pave over the other. This was our moment— my moment. The shitty foundation that was laid by those bastards was demolished with each thrust from Luciano and every orgasm he brought me to.
I wanted none of them—abhorred them. Luciano was different; I wanted him to violate me and force me to my breaking point so I could break free. I never found any kind of pleasure from those animals, only pure agony and suffering. Yet, I found Heaven with Luciano despite the pain—the pain felt good and was wanted. Then, the orgasms, I gave those to Luciano; my body and heart knew before my mind did that I was safe, that I was with someone I trusted, and gave in.
Those evil men might have taken my innocence that night, but they never got my pleasure in return. This was all my choice right now: my choice of partner, and my choice of giving him everything because I trust and love him.
Through my teary eyes, I looked up at Luciano with a face filled with utmost gratitude and devotion.
No words needed to be exchanged between us as we looked deeply into each other's eyes in a mutual understanding. What got me the most was the way his eyes melted with such ardor and worship, as I was his life's purpose. God, I had this man whipped and chained on a leash, and I fucking loved it.
Luciano's hips slowed to long, sensual strokes as he leaned down and captured my lips in a hot, loving kiss. There was no rush now. Everything fell into place, so now it was time to enjoy it all.
Moaning softly, I let Luciano steal my soul away with the kiss. I was truly his now. I belonged to him because I chose to. I let him have me. I allowed him to act this way and allowed him access to me in such an intimate and vulnerable way.
Breaking the kiss, Luciano looked down at me with eyes so dark that they could almost be black. Consumed by lustful passion, he kissed me feverously, forcing his tongue into my mouth and abusing my lips with his own until they ached and swelled from all the sucking, biting, and pulling. "That's it, sweetheart, give in and let go. Show your husband how good of a whore you are for him and only him." Luciano groaned against my lips as he started to pound into me with no mercy, making the room fill up with the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other and my cries of pleasure.
"Luciano, please, it's too much, I can't… Please… Stop." Seriously, the tension in my body, especially my stomach, hurt so much. If I came this time, I would lose it completely. The thought of such a mind-shattering orgasm scared the shit out of me. Was I ready? Would I survive?
Taking his arm off my chest, he takes both my wrists in each hand and pins them above my head. "Not until I see your body break." I couldn't tell if he was serious or not with the playful but malicious edge to his eyes.
A shudder of fear moved its way down my body as I braced myself for the inevitable. As much as I wanted to hold out longer, a few more bruising thrusts from him were all it took to shatter my barriers like a wrecking ball to a glass castle.
White hot pleasure consumed my arching body, searing this otherworldly debauchery deep into my bones with every moan and scream that left my mouth from Luciano constantly throwing me off the edge whenever I climbed back up. One after another, orgasms ravaged my body until I fell into a familiar pool of pure bliss.
"Come back to me, amorina , come back." In a haze, I felt my head lull around until my dazed-out eyes met Luciano's face. "One more, sweetheart, give me one more."
"I'll give you all you want, Luca, anything and everything." I sounded and felt so high, which probably meant I needed to come back down to ease the crash, but I didn't want this moment to end.
"Fuck." I heard him groan, but it was hard to discern what brought it on with my head so high in the sky.
Thinking was really impossible with the hit of ecstasy that came from one final slam of Luciano's hips.
"Thank you." I barely heard myself as my vision became splotchy with spots.
The last thing I caught before I drifted off fully was Luciano's wonderful smile.
"I love you so much, Luciano."