Page 15 of The Sicilian Bastard
A flash of violence was the only warning I got before he flipped me on my ass, bravado shaken. "Would you like to test that theory,fiore?" he husked against my throat.
My pulse was erratic, and I could feel sweat dripping down my face, but I refused to back down. "Bet," I dared.
He answered my call. He dropped his head to my nipple and started biting it. Before I could get pulled under his spell, his head moved to the side and I noticed the door was open. This was the perfect opportunity. I could distract him and get away. I moaned when he started pulling at my tit. His large hands moved down my waist to pull apart my legs. That's when I started to fight. I caught him off guard with a foot to the groin and an elbow to the throat. Coughing, he let me go and I scrambled away as fast as I could.
I darted out the door and booked it. A deafening roar sounded from the bedroom as I raced down the hallway. I looked back to see the huge guy stumbling through the doorway after me. A hard body slammed into me and flipped me over onto my back. The wind was knocked out of me, and I lay there wheezing for a second.
In a daze, I tried to crawl away. There was a pair of dress shoes in front of my face, and I glanced up, locking eyes with my kidnapper. He lifted me off my hands and feet and started to drag me back to the room. I stumbled into his body, feeling his sides until my hand locked around a gun he had holstered on his hip.
"Stay back." I drew down on him with shaky hands.
The man barked out a laugh and took a step towards me. I squeezed the trigger and shot the guy next to him in the shoulder.
"Holy shit, I can shoot," I mumbled, shocked. I'd never shot a gun before, or at least I never remembered shooting before.
"Put the gun down,fiore,and your punishment won't be so severe," the giant pressed.
"Punishment? Look, asshole, I don't know who you think you a—"
He cut me off, "I am Luciano Picone." His voice was full of pride. His chest puffed up like I knew who he was by his name alone.
"And?" The gun was shaking in my hand.
"And?" Luciano looked confused.
"I don't know who you are and I don't fucking care. Let. Me. Go," I fumed.
No one walked around kidnapping people. Luciano took another step towards me, and I shot at his foot, missing it by mere inches. He raised an eyebrow. Like the thought of getting shot didn't faze him. He was also ignoring the crying man on the ground.
"Can't do that." Then he cocked his head and charged at me. I was so startled, I dropped the gun, and it went off, hitting Luciano, but he didn't even slow down. He rushed me like a football player and threw me over his bleeding arm. He carried me kicking and screaming back to the room I woke up in. I tried to fight. I tried to dig my fingers in his flesh where the bullet grazed him. He grunted and kept moving. The man was some kind of beastly robot. I didn't know anyone who could just walk away from getting shot. Not without making some kind of noise or showing some kind of sign they were distressed.
Luciano stalked into the room and tossed me on the bed. I had a flash of the hotel last night where he'd tossed me. The only difference was I was wearing my dancing outfit, not stark naked.
"Did we meet last night? Why did you take me? What did I do to you?" I peppered questions his way, but he wasn't inclined to answer them.
I wondered briefly if Ruby tried to rob him and this was his way of retribution.
"Don't try to run; you will regret it," Luciano warned.
He pulled a pair of leather cuffs out of his pocket and strung them to the headboard of the bed. I felt another flash of last night where he held my hands above my head, my body writhing in pleasure as he trailed kisses and bites down my neck.
"Oh my god, we had sex!" I exclaimed, scrambling away from him.
Luciano peered into my eyes, but still said nothing about us knowing each other. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him, sending off another flash. This one was way longer. It was Luciano grabbing my ankle as I kicked at him. He pawed my clothes off and played with me until I orgasmed, settling down on him.
He must've been a patron at the club. Someone I went home with. But if that were true, why did he take me? By the time I focused on the here and now, Luciano had me strung up to the headboard of the bed and his pants were down. I freaked out, thinking he was going to rape me or something. As I scrambled away, jarring my wrists in the process, Luciano backed away from the bed, confusing me. He pulled a chair up to the middle of the room and just stared at me as he stroked his cock. The confusion I felt made me do irrational things. I tugged and pulled at my restraints.
The more I fought them, the rougher he pulled on his cock. I whimpered when he kicked off his trousers and approached the bed. He stood right on the side, still palming his dick. I stretched out as far as I could and kicked him in the side. Fuck him. If he was going to kidnap me, then I was going to fight him until I gained my freedom back.
Luciano grunted and kept masturbating. In retaliation, I kept reaching out to kick him. He never moved away once. The more pain I doled out, the harder he stroked himself. Until finally, he released his cum all over my body. I tried to clamber away from his seed, but ropes and ropes of it hit my hair, shoulders, breasts, and pelvis.
Luciano tugged once more, making sure he milked it all out of himself and then reached over. He rubbed his seed all over my body, leaving me sticky and wet. He stalked into the bathroom and I heard the water running.
Once he was back in the bedroom, he donned his clothes. He pulled his phone out of his trousers and snapped a picture of my naked self, lying on the bed.
"Let me go!" I cried once more.
Luciano took one last look at me and then turned on his heel and left the room. I heard a heavy lock click into place and dropped my head back in despair. I didn't know who Luciano Picone was, but I knew one thing. He was a dead man. I was going to gut him like a fish and make him eat his entrails. I had never felt such blood lust. If he thought that I was going to be some weak, docile captive, he had another think coming. I was going to kill Luciano Picone and then I was going to head home.
