Chapter 96
Harlow
ONE HOUR BEFORE
I wanted my wife here, planning our big fat Italian wedding, but Roman stole her from me.
I swear, I was sharing her with the bratva.
He was still searching for his niece. Natalya was in Iowa I believe and Igor was in hiding.
There were still pieces missing to this puzzle, but I knew my wife would help him.
I knew my mom was scared, but we were keeping her and my siblings safe. No one would hurt them again.
Crawling into bed, I sent Caterina a text, telling her I loved her and I missed her in our bed. When I woke up in the morning, she would be home and I would cuddle with her, never letting her go. I felt myself turn on my side as sleep found me once more.
I stirred in my sleep when I felt weight on my hips and someone grabbing my hands.
For a moment I was dazed, sleep confusing my senses, but it was slowly evading me as fear took over.
Desire and fear danced hand-in-hand together inside me as her hands seized me.
Panic wrapped its icy hands around my chest as I struggled.
Wetness pooled between my thighs as she tied my hands behind my back.
She snatched a fistful of my hair causing me to scream, but instead of words escaping, she gagged me with my panties.
This felt too real.
What was I doing?
My heart thundered in my chest as my breath hitched. The flash of silver caught my eye, and I panicked. My foot met her stomach, and guilt flooded me like a hurricane, but she didn’t falter. I screamed through my gag as she pulled me, pressing herself between me.
Why did I like this?
People didn’t crave this.
“Keep fighting; it turns me on.” I fought, kicking her, but she was stronger than me, binding my ankles. “I’m gonna have fun with you.” She covered my head with a bag, securing it with a tie.
I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to control my breathing. The world was screaming around me. The panic, the desire, the need…the guilt. My mind was a cacophony of different voices yelling at me, telling me what a horrible person I was.
You’re sick.
You’re twisted.
Reclaim what was stolen from you.
You are in control. No one can steal this from you.
Caterina heaved me over her shoulder, starting our plan. She ran circles on my back, subtly reassuring me without breaking character. She was telling me she would stop if I needed to. I didn’t need to stop.
God, I didn’t deserve this.
My pulse was rapid as my mind still questioned everything I was doing. Gibberish was spilling from my lips as she carried me out of the house.
Was I really doing this? Was I mocking my trauma by doing this? This was real. This happened to me already.
I survived this.
Caterina placed me on the back seat, her hands trailing up my legs and stopping at my upper thigh.
I spread my legs, groaning at the rope trapping my ankles.
Caterina’s fingers pressed against my desperate clit, and it was embarrassing how wet I was.
The air between us thrummed between us, electrifying my skin and making me come alive.
The sound of fabric ripping sent me on the verge of a panic attack.
The torn edges of the nightgown brushed against my skin, leaving me exposed.
My breathing became more erratic, as I felt my nipples pebble.
My shoulders pulled in on instinct, bracing for something, even as I leaned into it.
There was buzzing under my skin, adrenaline nipping at my skin and pooling low in my stomach.
Fear was there, but there was something else… need, desire, care.
Her presence was steady, calming, almost like a low note humming beneath everything else.
When her body pressed against mine, a wave went through me and for the faint moment, I thought she would kiss me, breaking this scene for the swiftest moment.
Instead, her teeth sunk into my left nipple.
The scream that escaped dissolved into a broken whimper behind my gag.
Her laugh echoed in my ears. “Scream all you want, bellezza. No one is going to save you.”