16. Gianna
Chapter sixteen
Gianna
I’ve lost count of the days Luca has held me as his prisoner. He has had me locked up in a room and barely comes around. My days are spent thinking of how I can get out of here; of the guards who bring me food and water and how I could seduce or overtake one of them to get out of this room. Luca wouldn't like it if I seduced one of his men, but he lost the right to take up any more space in my head, or my heart, since he stole me away.
The door creaks open. Like he had invaded my thoughts, he walks in just in time.
I jump to my feet as he walks in.
He is clad in a well-tailored black suit, with his hair still half wet. Our eyes remain locked as he slowly strolls toward me.
My back is against the wall with the cuffs on. I’m breathing heavily and listening to every step he takes.
He has a stern look on his face. It’s intimidating, yet he has a lustful desire in his eyes.
“I thought you already started to tire of me,” I start, trying to put my plan in motion.
He closes the gap in one long stride and takes both my wrists, dragging me to him. My chest grazes his as I let out a gasp. “I could never get tired of you. You’re my prisoner and I have a couple more things to tick off my list.”
He stares into my eyes as I bite my lower lip. I have him just where I want him. If it meant it was the last thing I do to be free of this place, and be back with my daughter, I’d do it.
Luca lowers his head to mine, our lips only inches away from each other. A little stretch and they’ll be locked together. His breath is hot against my skin.
I touch his length in his pants and grab it unexpectedly. He grunts and holds my wrist. “Touch me, Luca. I have missed you terribly.” I wish it was a lie but a sick part of me missed being this close to him.
His eyes settle on my cleavage for a moment, then back on my lips.
I part my lips slightly as I squeeze his dick harder. He has an erection already. A slight groan falls from his lips.
“I want your dick buried inside me, Luca. Please.”
Luca lets go of my wrist and wraps his fingers around my throat, pinning me back to the wall. “The things I want to do to you.” He squeezes gently and lowers his lips a bit closer to mine. I know what to say to get him out of his head.
“I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me.”
I can see how conflicted his eyes are as he continues to stare at me, stopping himself from kissing me. He groans in my mouth as I stretch to do it myself.
I need him to kiss me.
It doesn’t last long before he forces himself away from me. “You do only what I tell you.” Luca raises my hand to the wall and brings out a key. He’s freeing me. His eyes are fixed on the cuffs as he inserts the key and unlocks them.
My wrists hurt. I let out a moan as the cuffs come off.
“Try to escape and I’ll kill you.”
“I want you to fuck me, Luca. I’m not going anywhere.” I start to pull my dress higher to reveal my thighs and my panties.
“Good. Cause I’m never letting you go.”
Fuck .
He doesn’t spare me a glance as he turns away and walks out the door. Luca shuts the door before I run to it.
That's alright. I'm at least free of the cuffs. One step at a time I remind myself before the disappointment can settle in me.
Gianna, you can’t let him do this to you.
I’ve had enough of being his prisoner. I have so much to live for. I have to escape for myself. For my child. I’m not dying here. I’m all Sophie has.
Luca can’t win. I'm not letting him.
My throat is itchy and dry as I pull myself up from the barred window side and walk to the wooden nightstand in the room. The room is bare, with little to no furniture. Just a nightstand, a red lamp and my bed. I search for something to unlock the door. Anything.
“Son of a bitch!” I yell out loud, frustrated by the fact that I have nothing to pick the locks with or free myself from this goddamn place.
Fuck!
Fuck!
My fingers reach for the lamp and I smash it angrily against the door. It makes a loud thud as it meets the door and forms a broken mess on the ground. Tiny shards of glass litter the room, with the parts of the lamp separated into pieces.
“Let me out of here,” I scream, banging the door hard. No one answers for the minutes I continue to pound the door with my fists. I trip on the broken lamp and fall on my knees.
My voice cracks as I scream, several glass shards piercing through my palms. My skin starts to bleed from the cuts with the glass still in.
I stand to my feet in a hurry as I hear the sound of footsteps coming in my direction, grabbing the lamp. It hurts as I hold it, waiting patiently for the door to fly open.
“Shut your fucking mouth up,” a voice growls as the door comes open.
In a swift move, I hit the lamp on the head of the man by the door. He grunts as I hit him again, screaming. It misses his head this time but I connect it to his arm.
“You bitch.”
I squeeze myself through the door as he tries to regain his balance, holding his bleeding head.
Just as I’m outside the door, I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground.
I struggle and kick, but the grip only tightens. I’m trapped. Again.
“No! No! No!” I scream in frustration, my legs flailing wildly as I’m lifted away from the entrance.
“Stop fucking fighting or I’ll kill you right here and now!” I recognize that voice. It’s Luca’s.
How did he end up here so fast?
I struggle against his grip, but it’s no use. He sets me down on the couch, his eyes blazing with anger.
“You stupid little bitch,” the guard growls as he makes his way to me. He has a wound on the side of his head. His face flares up with anger as he tries to reach for my arm.
Luca stops him with a hard punch to the face. I squirm in my seat from the impact.
Luca looks angrier now. “Don’t you fucking touch her,” he barks, hitting the guard again. His mouth is bleeding, and his teeth are stained with blood.
I’m more afraid of Luca now than I was before.
“No one fucking touches her; you hear me?” He locks the guard by the shirt while staring into his eyes. The guard has a terrified look on his face now.
“Yes, Boss. That was a mistake. I won’t do it again.” The guard fidgets, still locked in by Luca.
“Now, get the fuck out of my face.” Luca scoffs loudly as he releases his shirt and turns back to me.
“If anyone ever dares to lay a fucking finger on you, let me know. I won’t hesitate to blow out the brains of the bastardo .”
I nod nervously as I breathe heavily. My mind is still wondering how he got back so quickly. “How are you here?”
“I’m glad my plans got canceled, or else you would have escaped. Those incompetent assholes.”
“Let me fucking go!”
Luca’s gaze is piercing, with no emotion. He was fighting his man for me a second ago and now he acts like he doesn’t care about me.
“You’re hurt.” He stares down at my palms. They are still bleeding.
He raises his gaze to meet mine and I swear I see concern in them.
“Take her back to her room.” He nods to two of his men, who step forward to grab my arms.
“Luca! Wait… can't you take me instead?”
He doesn't answer me.
I struggle against the guards, but they hold firm, dragging me away from Luca’s ominous presence. As I’m pulled back into the room again, I glance over my shoulder, catching Luca’s gaze. For a moment, I see a flicker of something unexpected —doubt, maybe even remorse, but it’s quickly replaced by his usual cold, hard mask.
I was so close…
***
My head aches as I wake from the aroma of pasta in the room. Almost immediately, my stomach grumbles. I tentatively take a few bites of the food, but my appetite is still dampened by the whole thing.
At least the cuffs are still off and I can use the bathroom now. I carefully make my way to the bath, my wrists throbbing in pain.
I let the water run and, as I lower myself into the water, I can’t help but gasp in pain. The warm liquid stings my raw skin, making my eyes well up with tears. I bite my lip, trying to hold it back as I gently wash away the dirt from my body and hair. The tears flow freely and uncontrollably as I rinse off, my body shaking as I tear up silently.
Finally, I get out of the bath, dry my body with a towel and head to the room again. I pick up the silky white dress that was sent with the food and soap and put it on. More tears stream down my eyes—uncontrollable tears. I cannot believe what my life has come to.
I’m lost in my thoughts, unaware of how much time has passed. The sun’s glow dims as the night sets in.
Luca strolls into the room, his eyes fixed on me like a predator. It still causes a shiver in my spine. His gaze is piercing, as always, but this time, it’s as if he’s searching for something.
I meet his eyes and I don’t break the gaze.
He approaches me with deliberate slowness, his shoes clicking on the floor. His hands are tucked behind his back, a gesture that seems almost nonchalant, but I know better.
As he draws closer, his eyes narrow, his gaze raking over me like a cold wind. He takes in the new clothes and the lack of cuffs, and for a fleeting moment, I think I see a flicker of surprise in those piercing eyes. However, it’s quickly snuffed out by his usual icy glare.
I try to create some distance as Luca closes in, keeping a safe margin between us. But he’s having none of it.
With continuous, deliberate slowness, he plops himself down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He taps the mattress beside him, his fingers drumming out a menacing rhythm.
“Come here, Gianna,” he commands, his voice low and husky, like a snake slithering through the grass. “Sit down, and let’s have a little chat.”
I hesitate, my feet rooted to the spot. Luca’s gaze is scary, his eyes boring into me like a drill.
“Luca, I’m so sorry I tried to escape. Please let me go. I’m losing my mind here.”
His eyes never leave mine; his gaze is intimidating. “I can’t let you go.”
“I’m sorry for everything my family has done. I shouldn’t be the one paying for their sins.”
He pulls me closer and shakes his head gently. His touch is like a vice, his fingers digging into my skin like talons. “Don't apologize, Gianna,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re just making things worse.” This is the first time he’s said my name with a semblance of emotion other than anger.
He yanks me closer, his grip on my shoulders getting tighter, and his fingers on my skin are starting to hurt badly. He buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, his breath hot against my scalp.
“You were always mine, don’t you know?” he hisses, his voice hard and coarse.
“How ballsy of you to think you could escape me. You think you can outrun the likes of me?” He pulls back, his eyes glinting like ice in the light. “Listen up, Gianna. You’re my prisoner. If you ever try to run again...”
I whimper and tears start to drop. I don’t think I can hold up much longer; this is torture and there’s no end to it.
For a split second, there’s a change in Luca’s appearance. It is almost like he cares as he wipes away my tears, so gently, and caresses my face. Of course, it doesn’t take long for his icy eyes to return. He just stands up, about to leave, when he stops. He suddenly storms back to me, drags me up by my clothes and rips them off my body.
He holds up both of my hands with just one of his and he pushes me to the bed, holding my hands above my head.
He looks really scary and, at the same time, extremely hot from here. He leans in and I feel the hotness and wetness of his tongue on my nipple.
A moan almost escapes my mouth, but I’m determined not to allow myself to enjoy this.
He positions himself to kneel over me while one hand still holds both my hands, and his other hand wanders my body as wildly and roughly as possible. He trails his tongue from my neck down my cleavage and straight to my belly button.
I no longer have control over my body as my body arcs to meet his movement.
With one swoop, he tosses me onto my stomach and spreads my thighs wide, like he intends to tear me in half. His hands no longer hold mine but I can’t stop this anymore. A moan falls from my lips.
“What a fucking view,” he groans in his deepest tone. It makes my pussy throb. Ughhh…
Oh, fuck... I hate that I enjoy how he fucks me. How damn good he makes me feel. I know now, as much as I want to hate this, I want it. I want it bad.
The feeling of his skillful tongue and finger inside me is both rough and highly sensual. I can feel my wetness dripping onto my thighs and I can also feel him licking it off.
“Luca... don’t stop.”
“You know you’re at my mercy so you don’t get to order me around here, Princess.”
He stops the movement of his tongue and finger inside me.
It causes an ache in my core.
“Beg me to fuck you, Gianna.”
I bite my bottom lip, almost regretting this was part of my plan, because the way he makes me feel distracts me from all those plans.
“Beg me, I said!”
His voice is firm and vibrates near my core. I feel the waves as his lips are close to my pussy.
“Please, please fuck me.”
He starts to move his finger inside me again. Faster and deeper now.
It’s driving me insane. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. I hope no one hears me.
“Good girl.”
He attempts to pull away while I remain on the bed, and worried he is going to leave me on the brink of another orgasm, I clench my thighs tighter around him to make him stay.
My hands clench on the bed sheets as hard as possible while panting heavily in a futile attempt to catch my breath.
He chuckles, and gets up anyway.
I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping, but before I can turn to see what’s going on, he holds me down with one hand and uses the other to guide my waist up. He bends me over and he just slips in.
“I want you to remember this.”
It feels like I’ve been rammed with a truck and it carries an equal amount of pain and pleasure; he slams himself into me with no mercy or plans of stopping for what feels like forever.
“I was the first man to take your sweet pussy and I will be the only one to do so... ever. You get that in your brain?”
“Y... yes!” I moan and grunt at the top of my voice, clenching the bed sheets stronger than before as I feel each and every inch of him inside my body.
Suddenly, he stops and I collapse flat on the bed.
Thinking it’s over, I gasp as he flips me on my back and rubs my clitoris with his middle and index fingers while his other hand caresses my breasts violently.
Then he shoves his dick, in its entirety, inside of me, replacing his fingers, and leaving my body throbbing in pain.
The room is filled with the sound of my moans and his grunts, as well as the nostalgic smell of sex and sweat.
My legs begin to shake in no time as he continues to ram his thick shaft into me at a dangerous pace, increasing his thrusts till he reaches my deepest parts.
I’m a mess as he thrusts me to a release. I’m screaming and panting.
He pounds me for a few more seconds till I feel his legs start to shake. He lets out a guttural groan, releasing in me before he slides his dick out of me, his cum dripping from my pussy to my thighs.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he rises to his feet. Luca puts his pants back on while staring at my naked body. “You’re mine, Gianna; no fucking way in hell I’ll let you go! You hear me?”
What a maniac.
He leaves me naked again, feeling his hands on my body and his seed leaking out of me. What does that make me? His equal, maybe?
Because I enjoyed being with him even after everything he's done to me.