Page 19 of Luciano

I struggled beneath him, trying to buck him off, but even with a bullet hole in his arm, he was too strong.

“Let me go!” I screamed, twisting my body in a last-ditch attempt to get free.

But he didn’t let up. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear.

“No, Ava. Calm down.”

I did the only thing left to do—I sank my teeth into his cheek. He managed to pry my jaw open before I could cause any damage.

I braced myself for pain. I had shot him. I had bit him. I’d run. I tried to fight him. I expected brutal retaliation. But his reaction wasn’t anger or violence—it was a low, guttural laugh. It sent chills through me.

“You’re so vicious.” His eyes burned into mine. “It’s doing something for me.”

He pressed his hips down, grinding into me. “See.” His dick was hard, long, and thick.

I shoved at his chest. My nails scraped against his shirt, but he didn’t move.

“Get off me!” I yelled, my voice breaking, trying to ignore how I could feel the heat of his body right through my clothes.

He didn’t move, just looked down at me, his face inches from mine. Why wasn’t he angry, out of breath, or at least a little rattled? I had fought him with everything I had.

“You can’t win this fight, Ava.” His tone was calm, almost clinical, like he was diagnosing my condition rather than speaking to me. “I will always be stronger than you. Always faster. Always prepared. Every move you make, I will have already anticipated.”

He shook his head.

“You knew you couldn’t win a physical fight against me, Ava. You knew, and yet you still tried.”

He shook his head, his lips brushing my nose.

“I admire it,” he admitted, almost to himself. “The refusal to accept what’s inevitable. The compulsion to fight, even in the face of absolute futility, is commendable.”

A pause. Then, his voice got softer, “But it’s insane and self-destructive.”

“What if one of the guards had caught you when you ran? I would have had to kill him, like before. What if I actually hit you back? Or decided I wanted to spread you open and take what I wanted from you, right here on this bitter earth?”

I felt my eyes go wide. My body went still.

He shook his head.

“Don’t do that. Don’t look at me with fear in your eyes.”

There was a pause from him. A slow blink. Then he continued,

“I won’t hurt you. But I will restrain you if I have to.”

He exhaled, as if considering his options.

“A straitjacket would be the most logical choice. They put Azula in one,” he mused. “It would be humane. Secure. You wouldn’t be able to waste energy on running when it’s pointless…”

His green eyes darkened, and I noticed his glasses were gone. He gave me a gorgeous grin that exposed his perfectly straight white teeth.

“But then, there’s another option.”

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper, as if getting ready to share a secret.

“I could tie you to my bed instead. Keep you there until your body learns and your mind follows. Until you understand there’s nowhere else you should be.”

He threatened.

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