Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Alessia
My mouth dries as I use all my energy to fight the cuffs at my ankles, all to close my legs, and the cuffs at my wrists so I can pull down my skirt.
Before I can demand to be released, the print of a huge hand lands on my butt. Somehow, I know it’s Nico without even twisting my head around to confirm. It takes my body a while to catch up to my brain that I have, in fact, been spanked.
“What—” Another strike inflames my flesh, leaving me rattled, hot, and wet, tears forming in my eyes. Then a few more in quick succession.
I didn’t expect the emotional clamoring from the impact of his hand, and I still can’t understand what’s happening to me. An unearthly fever consumes me, and I waver between gasping and sobbing, but more than that is the disbelief.
This is wrong, yet the flood of wetness coating my inner thighs, the swell of my clit, and the pulsing of my entire pussy makes it more sinful. How can I be wet for this? Fresh layers of embarrassment unfold within me with each lash of Nico’s hand.
For a moment, I forgot who I was dealing with. The masters of the Falchi are not considered the most powerful and the most dangerous in the world for no reason, and I’m in their territory now. They’re downright scary and not good for my nerves.
“Will you lie to us again, Alessia?” Nico asks, using my name, forcing me to face that this is happening to me. He’s spanking me, and I’m getting wetter because of it. Two more strikes and I’m done.
“I won’t. I promise. I won’t. Please stop. I won’t ever lie to you again.”
“Good girl,” Luca says as he comes to stand in front of me. He cups my cheek, and I resist the urge to freaking purr at his praise.
“Now, will you also accept that you’re our bride and you’ll obey us?”
No. Every part of me tells me I should run from these men. They make me feel out of control. They’ve unearthed new erotic pathways in my body I didn’t need to open.
I’m trapped. No, worse. I’m married to them. And I'm colossally, epically confined in this cabin with them and with no way out.
Thoughts swirl around my head, and I finally acknowledge the one dark cloud that has been hovering over me from the moment I decided to do this. Every instinct inside me tells me I’m right. But I pushed it aside, promising myself that if I just believed it was going to happen, it would. But deep down, I knew the truth, and now I have to face it.
“Yes, but I want to make a deal,” I say, hating what the sound of their chuckles does to me.
“Another one?” Luca asks, grinning.
“Yes. But first, you have to release me.”
I have to make this work. One way or the other.
“Okay,” I say as I smooth my skirt down one more time. Why do I still feel naked in front of them? I’m barefoot and haven’t put my tights back on, but I’m hardly cold—not with the underfloor heating.
I sit down, then stand up from the chair and speak as clearly as I can, despite crumbling to ash on the inside. “Given my uncle’s character, I’m a fool to think he’ll just accept the hundred thousand dollars from me and give me our farm back. It was stupid of me to believe otherwise.”
I bite my lip before I continue, surprisingly calm when the last standing bit of my life is going to come crashing down on me.
“As your bride, I want to be afforded certain privileges. One of those is that you help me get my farm back from my uncle at any cost and under any circumstance.”
“Done,” Nico says.
“Okay.” If I bite my lip any harder, I’m going to pierce my skin. “Okay, then.”
Did I make a pact with the devils themselves? Yes, yes, I did. What’s that saying about when you’re in hell? Keep going. Vincenzo pressed a hairbrush to my pussy. Nico spanked me really hard. And Luca wanted me to accept that I’m their bride. I have nothing to lose, but I could gain the farm back, and that’s all that matters.
My gaze mistakenly locks on the three men who just upended my life, but at the same time, could also help me save the farm. I meant what I said about doing whatever it takes to make sure we didn’t lose Twin Orchid. Surely my uncle won’t mess with me now if he knows I’m the Falchi bride.
I realize instantly that I can’t screw up this opportunity. The longer their eyes are on me, the greater the chance they might change their minds and annul the marriage anyway, and I’ll be back where I started.
“Thank you,” I say. “When can we leave?” I’m anxious to get back to Gianna now. I need this matter with the farm resolved. I know the stress of the unknown is eating at my sister, and that’s not good.
“We specifically chose this time period so we could be snowed in with our virgin bride for the next three days at least,” Luca says.
“We won’t leave the cabin until we’ve taken your virginity, your blood on our cocks, our cum anointing your womb, and our gods appeased as dictated by the ancient Falchi La Regola,” Vincenzo adds.
My heart beats so fast and so hard that it echoes around the room with a thunderous roar, and I’m sure they can hear it, too. Images of these three men, nearly twice as big as I am, supremely powerful, with their black hair and dark, smoldering eyes, their bodies chiseled to masculine perfection, towering over my nakedness, flood my mind.
I struggle to breathe, sure I’m going to pass out at the thought of them guiding their cocks inside me—I couldn’t even take one of Vincenzo’s fingers—spreading the most private part of me open. I’m ready to start hyperventilating. I don’t think they realize how sheltered I really am, how I know absolutely nothing about the human male body or what sex with them would entail and feel like except that A goes into B.
I turn blood red from head to toe and flee from the room, but I’m stopped short by Nico’s words.
“You will also no longer be taking the pill, Alessia.”
I spin around, stunned. “How did you know?” My virginity is the bane of my existence and since love and romance is not something that is bound to happen to me, I decided a one-night stand would solve my problem and then I’ll be done with it. I went on the pill for that reason.
“We know everything about you,” Luca says, smiling. That they know I’d been buying contraceptives is utterly insane.
“You have one hour,” he adds before I make a more successful escape