41. Alessia
Chapter forty-one
Alessia
“ G et the fuck off me,” I sneer at the two goons escorting me back into my cozy cell. I was allowed to bathe in an actual shower today after who knows how many days. Supervised by a surly Massimo.
He didn’t say a single word the entire time. He showed up with his goons, they escorted me up to the first level to a random bedroom with a bathroom, and Massimo closed us inside. He silently gestured for me to shower as he stood outside of it.
I spin around in a fury, expecting the door to be slammed shut in my face when I almost crush my nose against Massimo’s chest. I jump back as if he’s on fire, unable to bear the proximity. Not a single muscle on him flinches.
His face is still in that permanent glower, and I roll my eyes. “What?” I bite out bitterly and go to lie down on my cot. My ribs and arm are throbbing from moving them around so much to shower and change.
I stare up at the ceiling in agitation as he remains stoic near the door. “Say whatever it is you want to say, De Luca. I’m tired.” The silence is suffocating. Huffing, I turn my head to look at him. His fists are red as they pulsate at his sides. I glare back at him and can see the rage burgeoning. I know he wants to choke the life out of me, and the thought has me squeezing my thighs together and gulping.
I realize what he’s here for and what I am in for. He gave me a few days, probably for his sake, not mine. In fear he might actually kill me.
My chest begins rising and falling with shallow breaths, and his expands with his own labored breathing. The tension boiling. The air too thick to breathe comfortably.
He puts one foot in front of the other with determined steps, and I’m paralyzed. I refuse to show fear when he abruptly pauses only a few feet away from me. Our eyes remain welded, and I swear my heartbeat can be heard as it pounds.
“Get up,” he coldly demands.
My nostrils flare. “Fuck off.”
His joints creak as his fists coil, and they begin to tremor, seconds away from snapping. I’m now shaking, no matter how hard I fight it.
“Up. On. Your. Feet.”
“No.”
My eyes pop when he roughly grips the upper arm of my unbroken one, and I scramble to get my feet under me as he hoists me upwards. My ribs scream as our noses touch, and his grip constricts. He might actually break my other arm.
“This is how it’s going to go, Alessia. You are going to do exactly as I say from here on out, you feel me?” His voice is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It sounds more animal-like than human.
“What the fuck makes you think I’ll do that?”
“Because you will remain down here until you do.”
“Then so be it.” I remain defiant as I stare back at him.
An eternity passes before he finally cracks. I screech when I’m spun around and slammed against the cement wall. My face slams into it making me see stars and I scream through my teeth out of pain from my broken ribs being crushed under the weight of his body pinning me there.
“Why do you have to be so fucking infuriating?” His lips move against my ear as we both pant in rage.
“I didn’t ask you to bring me here!”
“Well, too fucking bad. You’re here now, and still alive thanks to me. And let me tell you right now, Alessia. You are never leaving. If you ever make it outside of this cell, you’ll be lucky if I ever let you out of my sight for even a fucking second. You are mine, and you will accept it.”
I chuckle. “You are out of your goddamn mind if you think I will ever accept you again.”
His body goes completely still and I’m pretty sure my heart just stopped beating. His silence is always most threatening. As if the calm before the storm.
I’m flipped back around and grit my teeth when my back is shoved against the wall. “I have broken ribs, you asshole,” I spit through my teeth.
He’s right back in my face with his. “And I am so tempted to break more.” He’s absolutely unhinged, I believe him.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Do it.”
He takes a ragged breath in and then slowly lets it back out. It does nothing to quell his temper. He slams his fist on the wall over my head and I can’t help my body’s natural reflexes when I flinch. His eyes light up in demonic delight, and he does it again. This time closer to my head. This is what he wanted from me. To see me in fear.
Fuck that .
I roll my shoulders back and grapple with my rebellion. My eyes bore into his darkened ones, daring him to hurt me like I know he wants to.
His mouth collides with mine, so belligerently our teeth clash and I have no choice but to oblige. I want to bite him, refuse him, but I’m physically unable to as he eats me alive with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He kisses me viciously and uses his weight to adhere me to the wall, immobilizing me.
He gnarls and rips the oversized t-shirt of his I’m wearing down the middle and hoists me up, forcing my legs over his hips. Ignoring my whimpers from the pain it causes me, he fumbles with one hand between us all the while still brutalizing my mouth with his.
There’s no attempt to tear my panties off. He shoves them to the side and pillages me with maddening force. I dig my nails into his shoulders over the fabric of his shirt and whimper, but he doesn’t let up at all. Not with his kiss or his violent thrusts.
There’s agonizing pain in my ribs, but the pleasure in my pussy balances it out to a beautiful harmony. I’m beginning to forget why I would deny this. Why should I deny myself this overdue pleasure?
I gasp in his mouth when the pain becomes unbearable, and I pound on his shoulders. He rips his mouth from mine, gasping for air, but his hips do not stop. “My ribs,” I say through short breaths. “Massimo.” He doesn’t respond or stop and I bite down on my trembling bottom lip. I try pushing at him with my good arm and he starts rutting me harder. Growling, I use my head to clobber him.
With our faces so close, I wasn’t able to aim correctly, and I ended up headbutting him right in his nose. He finally pauses and I’m frozen in fear. I watch as blood drips from his nose and I’m too terrified to look him in the eye.
His chest rumbles with an animalistic sound and I’m airborne for only second before I’m slammed onto the cot. “You just don’t get it, do you?” he seethes.
“You were hurting me, you fucking asshole!” I start struggling against him, twisting my body and pushing at his chest.
Nothing fazes him, even when I hit him in the face and claw at his neck. He hovers over me, wedged between my thighs. “Get off of me!” I shriek. “Get the fuck off me!”
His long fingers wrap around my neck, his arm locks to hold me down, and his other hand grips his cock to guide it back into me. I tear at his hand and arm and gnash my teeth at him. “Massimo! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
His hips ram forward and I lose a little bit of my fight. Partly from sexual gratification and partly from lack of oxygen as his hand tightens around my throat. My head spins and spots begin dancing in my eyes. “Ma—” I try to speak but it’s near impossible. I use my casted arm to swing at him and I catch him on the chin.
He stills over me and violently jerks me up to a sitting position by my neck, crashing our noses together. “Stop. Hitting. Me.” Spittle hits my face.
I bare my teeth back at him. “Fuck. You.” My eyes widen and I take a sharp breath of air when his fingertips stab at my broken ribs. They hurt so fucking bad I want to cry, but I refuse to. Hardening my face I chomp down on whatever I can. It happens to be his cheek.
He ferociously growls, slamming me back down by my neck and begins fucking me again. Instead of fighting him off, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and smirk up at him in provocation.
I didn’t think he could fuck me any harder than he has before, but he does. With his hand around my neck, anchoring me down, his hips piston forward with cruelty. He succeeds at hurting me, but he’s unsuccessful at punishing me because it still feels so fucking good.
No matter how willful I can be, the orgasm wreaks havoc through me. My mouth falls open on a raspy scream. He grunts and growls through bared teeth until his hips come to a halt. My inner muscles contract and throb, sapping him.
The afterglow is already clearing, and the pain diminishes any pleasure that I just experienced. I know Massimo can see it all over my face, but he remains unconcerned. His dead gaze is unwavering as he climbs off me and tucks his cock away unabashedly. His mask almost slips as I grit against the pain, holding my ribs involuntarily.
Without spitting any more threats or hateful words, he exits my cell, slamming the door and locking it behind him.