Page 65 of Loyalties & Longings

“You see, my little Lakey, I’ve had a very,veryclose eye on you. I know what a dirty little slut you are, how eager you are for dick. I installed an app on your cell that I could control remotely, and it gave me complete control over the camera and microphone. I could watch and hear you whenever I wanted. I particularly like the little name Blaze came up with for you. I knew I needed to use it when the time was right. It worked, didn’t it, Lakey? Did you think I washim? Regardless, you’ve been a very,verydirty girl.” He chuckles.

“I wonder if Daddy knows the fucked-up and depraved things you need to do to get off. Maybe I’ll record this and send it to him when you’re dead, so he can see his little princess wasn’t the good little girl he thought. That you are, in fact, a dirty fucking whore, just like your mother was.

“Because I guarantee that what I have in store for you is definitely going to get your rocks off.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as tightly as I can, trying to blink away the past couple of hours. Surely, I’m dreaming. If I am, this is the worst nightmare I’ve ever had. My breaths are now coming out raspy, and I fight against the restraints to no avail.

The mattress shifts under Massimo’s weight as he moves toward the end of the bed. The skirt of my dress lifts, and the cold air of the room sweeps over my bare parts.

“Mm-hmm. Thank you for wearing such perfect underwearfor me, pet. Such a pretty sight,” he croons. Although I know he is rightthere,his voice sounds distant, far off.

At the sensation of ice-cold metal at my entrance, my eyes fly open, and my body freezes, going completely still.

He wouldn’t.

“You need to relax, or this will hurt more than necessary.” I hear him say through the ringing in my ears. “You see, I know you’re going to enjoy this. Just like you enjoyed choking on Blaze’s dick as he skull fucked you. Just like you enjoyed screwing in that burial plot. Just like you enjoyed him cutting off your air supply with his hands while he pounded into you,” Massimo murmurs. The thoughts of me being with Blaze and the adrenaline are enough for my body to betray me and start to drip with need.

“That’s what I thought, such a dirty whore.” His voice is gruff as he propels the gun forward, burying the silencer inside me.

Only if it were Blaze holding the gun and not Massimo. Except it’s not only a matter of getting off on the near-death experience, but also the trust of being able to put my life in his hands. Ido nothave one ounce of trust in Massimo. One slip, and he’ll shoot a hole right up through me. He’ll probably do it when he’s done with me anyway.

A sudden and overwhelming sense of dread washes over me. If Dad and Blaze are okay, I want them both to know that I love them. I don’t want them to blame themselves for this. I want to tell Blaze that I don’t want him to mourn me for long and want him to move on. And I want to tell Dad the same thing. I hope he finds someone to make him as happy as Mom did.

“I particularly enjoyed watching tonight when he fucked you over the side of the balcony. And when he held a knife to your throat when you were supposed to be cooking dinner…thatwas my favorite. I fucked my own hand to that. I might even reenact it myself before I’m done with you.” He grabs his crotch, giving ita squeeze while he pumps the gun in and out of me.

“My gun looks so good, getting all creamy as I slide it in and out of you. How does it feel for you, pet, knowing you could be blown to smithereens at any second? I bet you’re loving it. Just let go, don’t deny yourself this feeling.” He gives a soft chuckle, and I hear the distinct click of the gun being cocked.

Tears spilling from my eyes, I don’t dare make a sound, and I try my damnedest not to move a muscle, not wanting to be the reason his finger slips on the trigger. I feel my inner muscles seizing around the metal nozzle, though—all of my muscles—my entire body freezes in shock. I pray internally for this to be over fast. He can’t do this and get away with it. I swear, if I live through this, it’ll be me who kills this fucker. And if I don’t, my father and Blaze, my men, will hunt him down and avenge me.

“Just do it already,” I say through a strangled cry.

He pulls the now-warm metal free of me, brings it to his face, and examines it.

“Your tight little cunt seems to be enjoying this fun. Just like I thought.” He chuckles, extending his tongue from his mouth and slowly dragging it up the barrel, tasting me.

I feel sick to my stomach. I am not wet for him forthat.My body isn’t reacting to his rape, it’s protecting itself, reducing the likelihood of injury.

Although I’m disgusted and queasy because Massimo has been so close to my most intimate parts, my head falls back to the pillow. A wave of relief at knowing his gun isn’t inside me anymore washes over me. I feel dizzy, so light-headed that my eyes roll into the back of my head, my body overcome with exhaustion. Not able to keep my eyes open any longer, I start to drift off.

Clap!

My head whips up at the sound, eyes shooting open wide, my body fully awake and alert again as I stare at the hole in myceiling. Shifting my gaze, I glare at him. There are black spots at the edges of my vision as he laughs foolishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That was close, huh, Lakey?” he jokes, casually placing the gun on the bed beside my waist before he rises to his knees and reaches for his belt buckle.

“Now, pet, don’t move and don’t make a sound.”

I still feel so sleepy. My whole body feels like it wants to give in. The black spots at the sides of my vision dance across my eyes as I feel them roll into the back of my skull again.

Everything turns black.

“Now, pet, don’t move and don’t make a sound. Otherwise, Lakey will hear, and you don’t want her to know how much of a whore her mother is, do you?” sneers the man I’ve been told to call my uncle my whole life. Mom shakes her head in silent answer.

I’m still hidden in the little crawl space underneath the table in the corner of the living room. I can see and hear everything clearly.

His body pushes down into Mom’s, and she looks like she’s trying to get away from him, but she’s not going anywhere. Every time he bumps his body against her, hers responds in a jerk. Why won’t she move? Why isn’t she running? He looks like he is hurting her.

I squeeze my eyes shut and rub the palms of my hands into my closed eyes, pushing painfully into them until I can’t stand it anymore. When I take my hands away from my eyes and open them, I see black and white spots in my vision.

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