Chapter 9
Nora
“Don’t worry, Nora,” Dante reassured me, his thumb caressing my palm as he led me into his awful dungeon. “Only pleasure tonight. I promise.”
Luca followed us in tense silence. After his brief outburst at dinner, Dante had threatened his friends again to get him to stop talking.
Despite the monster’s reassurances, my feet dragged as we entered the perverted space. “I don’t want to be in here. Please.”
I didn’t want Luca to suffer anymore. I didn’t want either of us to suffer.
Dante paused and turned to face me, curling two fingers beneath my chin to lift my face to his. “I’m not going to hurt you. I will never lie to you, remember?”
I bit my lip, unsure what to say. He’d been truthful so far. He hadn’t hurt me with the rope last night, and judging by the way his emerald eyes had blazed at dinner, I believed that he intended to keep his promise to kill Alberto. For me.
My cousin was a key ally, a respected capo. Even Luca hadn’t dared to kill him on my behalf.
No, Luca had witnessed Alberto assaulting me, and he’d let my attacker live.
My teeth pressed harder into my lower lip as uncertainty nipped at me. How could I think badly of Luca for even a moment when Dante had us trapped in his sadistic playroom?
Dante scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to the enormous bed.
He laid me down gently, cupping my cheeks in both hands to claim a deep kiss.
I didn’t fight him. Maybe I should’ve bitten him, but I was becoming accustomed to his possessive kisses.
He would take one from my lips whether I wanted him to or not.
A kiss didn’t hurt. It was easy enough to simply allow my mouth to shape to his.
Dante broke away from me and flicked his fingers at Luca. “Stand at the end of the bed. And I don’t want to hear a single word, no matter what. I’ve already been too lenient with you today because I didn’t want to upset Nora. Don’t make me change my mind.”
My gaze riveted to Luca’s, and I widened my eyes apologetically.
I didn’t dare speak to him directly, but I wanted to convey that everything would be all right.
I knew that the humiliation of Dante’s control—the way he taunted Luca by touching me however he wanted—was shredding my proud, powerful husband.
But I was unharmed, and he was physically whole. We would be okay. We would survive this and get out of here together.
I resolved to keep my eyes on him. I wouldn’t allow them to drift closed like yesterday, when I’d floated in Dante’s wicked ropes—when I’d forgotten Luca entirely and been consumed by transcendent ecstasy.
My cheeks heated with shame at the memory. What must he think of me? I’d leaned into Dante as he pleasured me, and I hadn’t so much as glanced at Luca. I hadn’t thought about his suffering at all while I experienced bliss.
I hadn’t wanted to become lost to Dante’s games, but it’d happened, nonetheless.
I would be stronger this time.
I locked Luca in my steady, earnest stare, willing him to see the depth of my loyalty to him, not to the monster who held us both captive.
Dante gently grasped my right wrist, directing it toward one of the black iron bedposts. A fur-lined leather cuff was attached to it by a short chain—it wouldn’t cut into my skin the way the metal shackles had shredded Luca’s flesh while Dante used me to torment him in the worst way.
The dark memory made me shudder, and Dante pressed a kiss to the inside of my wrist before buckling the cuff in place around it.
“Only pleasure, Nora,” he reminded me.
I hated when he said my name. It made me feel far too vulnerable.
I didn’t fight as he cuffed my other limbs, stretching my body until I was laid out before him like a sacrifice.
While he completed his perverted work, I kept my eyes locked on Luca’s.
Some of the tension around his mouth eased slightly, and I knew he was finding some small comfort in our connection, the strength of our unity against Dante.
We were bound together by our marital vows, and the monster couldn’t tear us apart, no matter how sick his games became.
I was so focused on Luca that I didn’t see Dante approaching with the blindfold. It slipped over my eyes, hiding my husband from me. I twisted away, fruitlessly trying to throw off the length of black cloth. He knotted it securely at the back of my head, ensuring I couldn’t see Luca anymore.
“I don’t want this,” I protested, shaking my head.
He gently grasped my jaw, stilling my struggles. “Hush now, darling. Not being able to see will heighten your pleasure. Trust me.”
A half-mad laugh bubbled from my chest as anxiety fizzed through my veins. “Trust you? You’ve tied me up and blindfolded me.”
“Yes, I have.” He responded to my accusation as though he was being completely reasonable. “And I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of our game. I haven’t ever lied to you, have I? I always keep my promises.”
I pressed my lips together, holding in venomous words in case he changed his mind about not hurting me. He’d rendered me completely powerless, and he might punish me if I angered him.
But even as I thought it, an answering fear didn’t rise up to choke me.
Because he’d never lied to me. He was brutally honest about his desires, and he always followed through on his promises.
Even when they were terrible.
Especially when they were terrible.
He’d vowed to break Luca.
How much more could my husband take before his stoic strength started to crack?
I took a deep breath and calmed myself, resolving not to struggle. It would only upset Luca, because he was powerless to help me. If I didn’t appear distressed, this would be easier for him. I could bear whatever was to come. For both of us.
Cool air kissed my stomach, and I felt Dante’s calloused fingers trailing over my skin as he parted my robe, laying my body bare. He petted my sex, and my legs jerked, trying to close. The cuffs held me wide open, completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to me.
“Luca hasn’t been very well behaved today, but I’m going to give him a reward.
” Dante’s toxic words were hot on my neck as he continued to caress my most private area, circling my clit and stoking my arousal.
“I’m going to let him taste your sweet cunt.
” He raised his voice, addressing Luca. “Come kneel between my wife’s legs and worship her pussy. ”
I tensed, and the chains rattled against the metal bedposts. I didn’t want to play any part in demeaning my husband. It was bad enough when Dante forced him to watch helplessly while he toyed with me.
“Don’t,” I begged on Luca’s behalf.
Dante stroked my hair back from my cheek and shushed me again, as though he was soothing a defiant pet. The mattress dipped between my legs, and Luca’s body heat kissed my thighs. His big hands sank into my hips, pinning me down as his warm breath teased over my clit.
His harsh, dominant hold reminded me of how he’d completely possessed me on our wedding night, how he’d been unyielding in preparing me to accept him. He’d been intent on wringing pleasure from my body.
It seemed tonight would be no different.
I tried to close my legs again, to save him from the humiliating act of servicing me at Dante’s command.
His fingers sank into my thighs, shoving them wider in a silent order to remain open for him.
He growled against my sex in warning, and the vibration of the savage sound shuddered into my core.
My clit pulsed in response, and arousal wet my lower lips.
He was obeying Dante, but he was taking back some small sense of control by dominating me. It’d always been this way between us when he claimed me: he took charge of me, body and mind. He gave me so much pleasure that I melted in his hands.
Behind the darkness of the blindfold, it was easier to envision that we were together in the bed we’d shared for that brief time before Dante kidnapped me. The first flick of his tongue over my clit made my back arch, my hips lifting to seek more stimulation.
His hand splayed on my stomach, forcing me to stillness as he began to taste me.
He groaned at the arousal he found at my core, a sound of relief and desire.
He hadn’t been allowed to touch me for long, awful days; he’d been forced to watch Dante touching me as though he had every right.
Now that Luca held me at his mercy once again, he feasted on me like he’d been starving for me.
For a few blissful minutes, I was able to lock Dante out of my mind and pretend I was alone with my husband.
I lost myself in the decadent sensations of his mouth on me and his strong hands subjugating me.
I remembered how he’d possessed me with savage, primal intensity in my dance studio, after he’d saved my life.
He’d declared that I was his, and I felt his ownership with every demanding lash of his tongue against my clit.
I moaned and writhed in his grip, allowing myself to be swept away. Pleasure spiraled, and my core contracted. I was on the brink of release…
I cried out at a flare of pain when something pinched my nipples hard. My orgasm receded, and I tried to squirm away from the pinch. More stinging pain bloomed on my breasts when they were slapped in rebuke for my struggles. The pinch didn’t abate.
Dante.
The monster was still here with us. We were still trapped in his awful dungeon; we’d never been back home in our own bed.
I whimpered at the loss of the sense of safety. It’d been cruelly fleeting.
The pinch on my nipples increased, and a strangled shout tore from my chest. Luca’s tongue penetrated me, as though he was trying to give me pleasure to mitigate the pain. The two opposing sensations tormented me, my body shaking from the intensity.
“You look so pretty with your nipples clamped,” Dante rumbled.
What? I didn’t understand what he’d done to me, but the pinch abated slightly. Uncomfortable pressure remained, and my abused buds throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat.
A featherlight touch on the tight peaks contrasted with the pain, and my back arched on a sharp cry. Luca sucked on my clit.
Ecstasy crested. I was so close…
“Don’t let her come yet,” Dante commanded.
Luca gave me one lingering lick along the line of my slit before brushing an apologetic kiss over my sex.
I whined and undulated my hips, wanting the comfort of his touch. His hands clamped my thighs, holding me in place as his hot, panting breaths teased over me.
“You see?” Dante crooned in my ear, rubbing my nipples again and sending zings of pleasure sparking down to my needy clit.
“Luca is nothing. He’s not a man. He’s not your husband.
He’s mine to use however I want. His mouth is on you, but I’m the one giving you this pleasure.
I’m the one who controls your orgasms. You’re mine. ”
Luca snarled against my sex.
“Make her come,” Dante commanded, voice ice cold as he addressed Luca.
My husband lashed me with his tongue, holding my bucking body down as he stimulated me mercilessly.
Despite Dante’s twisted declaration, Luca was possessing me with his mouth, reminding me of how he was the one who’d mastered my body from the very beginning.
He’d been the one to taste me like this on our wedding night: my first experience with a man.
I’m yours. I didn’t dare make the vow aloud, but I tossed back my head and screamed out my release. Pleasure pulsed through me, rippling out from my core. I gave it all to him, to Luca. This orgasm belonged to him. I belonged to him.
No matter what Dante said, no matter what he did to us, he would never be my master.
“Don’t stop,” Dante ordered silkily as I began to come down from the peak.
Two thick fingers eased inside my wet channel, and Luca sucked on my clit. Another cry tore from me as ecstasy crashed through me once again, so keen that it made my eyes sting. I yanked against my restraints, trying to twist away from the intense sensation.
Suddenly, Dante tugged off the blindfold.
The golden lights momentarily blinded me after the darkness.
When the stars cleared from my vision, I found the monster staring down at me, green eyes blazing with fierce desire.
He fisted his cock, stroking himself as he watched me whine and writhe helplessly.
With his free hand, he reached out and picked up the delicate silver chain that connected the strange clamps that pinched my nipples.
He tugged on it, and pain burst through my pleasure.
His emerald eyes glittered with dark satisfaction, and the sharp lines of his beautiful face tightened with hunger.
“You’re mine, Nora,” he said with the weight of an oath.
I gasped at the dichotomy of the cruel clamps and Luca’s tongue on my sex. My husband rubbed his fingers over my g-spot, as though reminding me that my body belonged to him.
Dante released the clamps, and stinging pain seared my abused nipples. At the same time, Luca’s mouth worked my clit. The world washed white with a flash of lightning, and my back bowed as bliss tormented me.
Dante’s lips peeled back from his teeth like a feral beast. “Mine,” he growled, locking me in his burning gaze.
Heat lashed my aching breasts as he snarled out his own release.
He marked me with his cum while Luca continued to ravish me.
Both men possessed me in their own way, staking a claim over my body.
But deep in my soul, I knew that no matter what Dante did or said, I belonged to Luca.