Page 44 of De Luca: The Saint

Two years ago, she told me it was the end, but I always secretly hoped she’d change her mind. This is truly the end of any feelings she had for me. Once I force my dick inside her, she’ll never forgive me. I don’t blame her. I’ll never forgive myself. Still, I know if Wolf or his men rape her, it will be so violent, she may not survive it. If I have to destroy myself to save her, I will. I’ll become the man I never wanted to be.

Kat gazes at me with pleading eyes, “Please Damian, don’t. I’d rather he does it than someone I once loved.”

Her words cause my chest to hurt. She used love in the past tense. It should make it easier knowing she no longer has feelings for me, but it doesn’t. I suppose it shouldn’t matter if she still loves me because I know, without a doubt, she won’t after I rape her. How did it come to this? This is how I know there’s no God. If there were, he'd surely stop this from happening. He wouldn’t punish me for my one moral by making me commit this act. I can’t believe he’d allow Kat, the pure person she is, to be tortured like this.

“Kitty Kat, I’m so fucking sorry. I will never ask for forgiveness because I won’t deserve it.”

Wolf comes over, knife in hand, and interrupts my apology, “Times up, Saint. What’s it gonna be?”

Glancing at Kat, the pain in my chest increases. I swallow a hard lump in my throat, “I’ll do it.”

He chuckles as he stares at me like this is the best news he has ever heard, “I thought you might prefer that, but it’s so unlike you,” he shakes his head in mock disbelief. “The Saint raping a woman. Unbelievable. What has this world come to?”

Pulling out his phone, he sends a text. Within minutes the basement is flooded with dozens of men.

I knew he wasn’t working alone, but I didn’t know there were this many. Some of the men I recognize as Bianchi family, but the others must be employees. Every single one of them is armed, there’s nothing I can do other than play his sick game.

We are truly fucked. If Domenic doesn’t come for us with an army, we will both die here. There’s no doubt that my brothers will come for me but if they aren’t prepared, the De Luca family may be a thing of the past.

“Here’s the rules,” Wolf says as he puts his knife into his back pocket. “I’m going to uncuff you so you can do what needs to be done. If you try anything, I’ll make you watch while I fuck her so brutally you can hear her cunt tear. Understood?”

I fight down the growl threatening to escape from my chest, “Yeah. Got it.”

He comes over and unlocks my cuffs. I rub my wrists, which have gotten slightly sore, but it’s not about that. I’m trying to buy time. I don’t want to do this. Katherina is already looking at me like I’m the monster in her nightmares. I’m so disgusted by what I’m getting ready to do I wonder if I’ll even be able to get an erection. If I have any fucking decency, I won’t be able to.

“Go on, Saint. Do it, or I will.”

I glance around the room and decide on the old twin mattress on the floor. If I do this on the floor, I’m going to hurt her physically. The entire point of this is to avoid causing her physical pain.

“Are you going to undo her cuffs?”

He cocks his head over to her, “I’m only going to tell you once. If you try anything, every man here will fuck every hole you have. Got it?”

She nods with her hand covering her face and tears streaming endlessly. I so badly want to scoop her into my arms and run for our lives. I’m not that kind of man, but I would be for her. If only I didn’t know we’d both be dead before we made it to the door. After he releases her cuffs, I pick her up and walk over to the bed before undoing her jeans and yanking them down along with her panties, “Step out,” her cries haven’t stopped, but she does what she’s told.

I run my knuckles down her cheek, “I’m sorry, Angel. I’ll make it as fast as I can.”

She takes the opportunity to plead with me again, “Please don’t do this to me. This isn’t you, the Damian I know would never do this. I’m telling you, red. It’s so fucking red. I’m begging you.”

My heart is officially broken when Wolf growls, “Two minutes. If you aren’t inside her, I will be.”

As gently as possible, I lay her down on her stomach, spread her legs, pull my pants down, and push into her. I swallow down the bile rising in my throat. This is a fate worse than death. My skin crawls, my mind is screaming to stop making her cry. I don’t have a right to be inside her. I don’t have consent. She will never forget this moment, and neither will I. If I had my gun, I’d shoot every one of these motherfuckers for staring at her naked body. Then again, if I had a weapon this wouldn’t be happening. I wouldn’t be raping the only good thing that ever happened to me. The entire disgusting group of Bianchi’s and their men stand in a circle around us like they are watching a fascinating display. I pull out and press back into her repeatedly. Laying over her back, I feel her hiccupping from the sobs, and it breaks me so completely, I know I’ll never be the same. There are moments that alter who you are. This is mine. I’m now the monster that destroyed her. I whisper in her ear, “I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t want this either.”

“Harder. Fuck her harder.”

“Make it hurt.”

“I wanna hear her cry.”

All of their excitement as they scream out requests makes me nauseous. They stand around watching me rape her with the same excitement you’d expect at a fucking sporting event. This isn’t a sport. This is a fucking human being that doesn’t deserve this. As much as I didn’t want to do this to her and don’t enjoy making her cry, it still physically feels good. When my balls draw up and the base of my spine tingles, I know I’m going to do the one thing she’ll never get over. I’m going to come.

Chapter Thirty

Kat

The sobs began to subside as he finished inside me.

Damian said he didn’t want to do that to me, but he was able to come, I was not.

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