Page 13 of Crazed

I pull up my pants and fasten them. Then I remove my T-shirt, kneel, and trace the lace over her hard nipple. The sound of her inhale hits my ear. "This looks nice on you, but remove it."

I stand then leave the room, saying nothing else. I find the rope in her bedroom, untying the loose knot. My cock jumps back to attention, as if we didn't just do what we did.

I assess the room, wishing we were at my place.

That will never happen.

I close my eyes for a moment, pushing the thought to the back of my head. I'm unsure how to solve the issues my family has with Katiya. They've never even met her, but they insist she's working for the Abruzzos. I know the truth though. She was kidnapped by Ludis Petrov then sold to Leo Abruzzo, and they both raped her.

When Katiya first told me about it, I had questioned her association with the Abruzzos. She swore she wasn't part of them. No matter what my gut said, I couldn't seem to end it with her and leave.

Instead, I tied her up, sexually torturing her so she would tell me the truth.

She never changed her story. We finally fell asleep, and I still didn't know what to believe. Then she woke up screaming in terror. There was no way she was faking her horror. I made her tell me everything. As soon as she did, I felt guilty for our previous sexual encounters where I restrained her. I could barely stop myself from going over to Leo's and shooting up whoever got in my way to kill him. If it hadn't meant leaving her, I would have. But pulling myself away when she was so fragile wasn't possible.

I finally got her to sleep. The next day, I asked her how she was here if Leo had owned her. And, if she wasn't working for them, how had he not killed her?

According to Katiya, Leo got drunk one night and pissed his wife, Ramona, off. Katiya said she was always angry about why Katiya was there. Leo made a loud declaration in front of his men that he would make her a wager in a game of cards. If he won, Ramona had to shut up forever about Katiya and the other girls he brought into the house. If Ramona won, Katiya would go free, and she was to never step foot in the house again.

Ramona won, and they left Katiya out in the street that night. She claimed she had never met Donato until he showed up at the library, but no other Abruzzos have talked to her since.

I asked her many more questions, but she had answers for them all. They all made sense and connected. I believed her.

Istillbelieve her, even if my family can't get past it.

My gut churns for a moment. I've never been at odds with my brothers. Sure, we've had the occasional disagreement about how to do things, but this is new territory. I'm not sure how to show them who Katiya is, especially since they've made it clear she's not welcome.

Snap out of it. This isn't the time to analyze.

Tristano's words pop into my mind."Once an Abruzzo, always an Abruzzo."

Jesus. It's Katiya. She loves me.

I love her.

Fuck all of them.

I wrap the blood-red rope around my fist, determined not to let my family ruin my time with her. Katiya doesn't deserve anything but the best part of me.

I turn on the air conditioner. I've always kept things cool during these types of sessions, but I'm extra conscious of it since hearing about the sauna. I walk into the main living space and freeze. Not because I'm surprised about her current position but because she's so stunning. No matter how often I look at her, she never fades. The deeper I fall for her, the more beautiful she gets.

A strong, powerful woman like her can submit to me.

Jesus.

I finally found my girl.

Forever.

I study all of her. She's still kneeling, her head tilted toward the ground, her back straight. Her blonde hair cascades to the middle of her waist in waves. The barely there lace lingerie she wore is folded neatly on the floor next to her.

I walk over, kneel in front of her, and command, "Look at me."

She lifts her face, locking her gaze with mine.

My heart beats faster. I take the ball gag out of my pocket, ordering, "Lie on your back and spread your pussy lips open."

She obeys, opening her long legs, then slowly grazing her fingertips up her body. The sparkle in her eyes brightens, and her nipples stick straight in the air. She arches her back, tilting her hips slightly up, then placing her hands between her thighs. She licks her lips, bats her lashes, and waits.

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