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Still palming my breast, I begin playing with my nipple as my other hand disappears under my dress. I insert one finger and let my eyes flutter half-shut, sliding it slowly in and out, never taking my eyes off of Fabi. It’s not enough and I need more, so I remove my fingers and spread my wetness over myself while I rub my clit in time with Fabi. My core starts to clench and I can feel the build-up of my second orgasm of the night. This one hits so intensely, I all but moan his name out loud and have to move my left hand up to my mouth and bite down on it to stop me from doing so. Fabi’s not far behind, and I hear as he explodes with a loud roar.

“Gia!”

His back is still to me, and he's panting hard. I turn then and shut the closet door, locking it behind me, sinking to the ground.

Holy fucking shit. Did he really say my name when he came?

CHAPTER18

GIA

After what seems like an eternity,I finally build up enough courage to emerge from my hiding place. Pressing my ear against the hard wooden surface, I strain to listen for noise coming from the other side, but I don’t hear anything.

Here goes nothing,I think as I open the door.

A sigh of relief escapes me when I find the room empty, so I quickly make my way across the space. Slipping beneath the cool covers, I take a beat to slow my inhalations in an effort to mimic sleep.

Inhale. Exhale. That’s it.

I’ve just gotten my racing heart under control when the traitorous bitch kicks up a notch as I hear Fabi’s bare feet pad across the floor toward our bed. The mattress dips behind me when he climbs in, and my body stiffens in response.

My nerves are on overdrive, wondering what he's going to do and if he’s going to call my bluff. I can feel him moving closer and the heat radiating from his body, along with his signature scent that brings a pool of wetness to my core.

He hovers over my still frame for a minute and then ever so gently sweeps the hair away from my face. He places a kiss on my cheek while saying what I’m guessing is “good night” in Italian.

“Buonanotte, dolcezza.”

I feel the loss of his body instantly as he backs away from me, settling into his side of the bed. Within minutes, I hear his breathing even out, letting me know he’s asleep.

The room is pitch black, and I do my best to fall asleep, but I’m not tired. My mind is too busy going over the events that transpired tonight.

I can’t believe I let Fabi touch meagain. But not only that, Iwantedhim to. I was feral for it. I was so turned on that if he hadn’t made a move when he did, I would have climbed him like a tree. It was just the alcohol. At least that’s what I’m telling myself for allowing my kidnapper-turned-husband into my panties…again. Shaking my head at myself, I close my eyes and am finally able to drift off into sleep.

* * *

Where am I? Why is it so dark in here? A low, sardonic chuckle sounds somewhere in the distance. I spin around, trying to see where it came from, but there’s nothing. I hear the noise again, this time louder and closer.

A cold chill runs up my spine, and a nauseous feeling bubbles in my stomach. Not wanting to stick around for what’s coming next, I run. The laughter starts up once more, echoing around the room as I rush around frantically looking for a way out.

Where’s Elle? Why isn’t she here? I shout as loud as I can, hoping she’ll hear me and come to my aid, but it’s no use. No one is coming.

Just as I’m about to dart off in the other direction, I hit a wall. Only then, when I look up, do I realize it’s not a wall. Dark, beady eyes bore into mine as they move closer to my face.

His cackle is the only thing I hear before he speaks those same words “See you soon,cara.”

Before I can go anywhere, he grabs hold of my wrist. I try to pull away, but can’t get out of his death grip. Starting to panic, I begin kicking and screaming and twisting my body in hopes that it’ll loosen his grasp.

Eventually, his hand slips off my wrist, and I make a break for it. As I run into the darkness, I can feel him behind me.

His deep, heavy Italian accent reverberates off the walls as he calls out, “Oh,cara, I’ll get you in the end.”

Frantic now, I take off in a different direction until the only sound I hear is my elevated breathing. Just as I start to relax, I’m lifted up from behind, and a large hand is placed over my mouth.

No! No, no, no. Not after all this time...

* * *

I’m vaguely aware of big strong arms around me, shaking me, and a deep timbre calling my name. I automatically fight them off before the voice can register in my brain.

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