Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I’ll take any beating Dante wants to give me as long as it means Alfonso gets to live.
My heart hammers against my ribs, and my breaths explode over my lips as every part of me tenses. When Dante doesn’t beat me, I cautiously glance up at him from where I’m on my hands and knees.
Dante’s gaze snaps from a terrified Alfonso to me, then he sneers, “You think you’re a woman, Principessa?”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, not knowing what else to say. When I push myself up on my knees, Dante shakes his head, and it has me freezing.
He begins to unbuckle his belt, never taking the gun off Alfonso. My heartbeat speeds up until it’s nothing more than a terrifying flutter in my chest. I watch with growing dread as he unzips his pants, and raw horror bleeds through me when he frees his erection. Instantly, revulsion churns in my stomach.
“Show me you’re a woman,” he growls.
Shocked out of my mind, I shake my head. “N-no.”
He wouldn’t.
Dante’s a lot of things, but he’s never made any sexual advances toward me.
He won’t.
Grabbing hold of my hair again, he yanks me toward him and shoves his erection in my face. The sharp smell of stale urine burns up my nostrils, and I gag from the stink alone. Feeling his erection against my lips makes bile burn up my throat.
With a murderous glare, he spits at me, “Suck my dick, or your lover dies right now.”
Oh, God.
No.
My body convulses, and I swallow hard on the burning bile in my throat.
“Suck,” he growls, his eyes narrowing on me with warning.
“I’ll leave,” Alfonso suddenly says.
My eyes snap to him, and I want to tell him to keep quiet and not make things worse, but Dante slams the gun into the side of Alfonso’s face, snapping, “Shut up, or you die.”
Alfonso covers his bruised jaw with a hand and trains his eyes away from us. It makes Dante focus his attention on me again. “Suck my fucking dick, or I’ll paint the walls with your lover’s brains.”
My chin begins to tremble, and it feels like my stomach is on fire with the bile churning in it.
This is sick.
Twisted and sick.
I have two choices. Defy Dante and be responsible for Alfonso’s death, or do as Dante says and…
My thoughts come to a screeching halt, unable to even think it.
My hesitation makes Dante react, and in absolute horror, I watch as he shoots Alfonso in the left shoulder. The sound of the gunshot echoes, and then it’s followed by Alfonso’s howls of pain.
Shock shudders through my body while Alfonso covers the wound with his hand. Blood seeps through his fingers while he tries to bite back the cries.
I want to tell him I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed away from him.
Dante’s murderous gaze swings back to me. “The next one will be between his eyes.”
Up until now, I thought Dante would just beat me like he’s done countless times before. The terrifying realization that he won’t kick and hit me, but instead, he’s going to force me to give him a blowjob, makes me instantly cold. It feels as if my whole body is being submerged in ice.
I can’t.
I can’t even begin to imagine taking him in my mouth.
The stink alone is nauseating.
No.
No
Please, God.
Dante grabs hold of my hair again and yanks my face to his pelvis. His erection pushes against my lips, and as the overwhelming stench burns up my nostrils, I pinch my eyes shut. Somehow I manage to open my mouth instead of clenching my teeth like I want to.
It’s either this or Alfonso’s life.
Dante’s erection thrusts into my mouth, brushing hard against my tongue until it slams into the back of my throat. My stomach rolls violently, and my body trembles as if it’s going to shake apart into a million pieces.
I keep telling myself that Alfonso’s life depends on this as Dante begins to thrust relentlessly into my mouth. I instantly gag, and a sob rippling up my throat makes it worse and harder to breathe.
I can’t stop gagging as Dante keeps forcing himself into my mouth, coating my tongue with his pungent taste. I try to shut down my mind, but I can’t ignore the disturbing feel of his erection rubbing over my tongue before slamming against my throat.
Disgust and degradation swallow me whole as I keep gagging. It strips me to the bone. It robs me of my rationality until all that’s left is my will to survive. Hatred and rage claw at my heart. Whatever innocence I had left is desecrated until there’s nothing left but traumatic shame.
Dante’s thrusts become uneven, and then a slimy, bitter fluid coats my tongue and throat. He pulls away from me as my body jerks, and then I vomit at his feet.
A shot rings through the air, and a second later, Alfonso falls beside me, his eyes wide as blood trickles from his head.