Page 6 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“Now, it’s your turn.” She pulls in a brave breath, attempting to regain some of that strength she’s trying to show. “What do you intend to do with my body?”

I study her a little longer, sliding my finger over my bottom lip and imagining all the things I have planned. Then, taking the plate that’s in front of her, I add some fruit and one of Anita’s pancakes to it before placing it back.

“Eat that, and I’ll show you.” I sit back in my chair and watch with intrigue as she picks up her fork and, with a look of discontent, does exactly as I say.

ARIA

This is all one big head-fuck. Whoever this man is, he’s not my friend, and yet something inside me feels drawn to him. I shouldn't have told him what I just did, knowledge is power, and the vibes I’m getting from him tells me he has enough of that.

“Take her to the room,” he orders the guard, who brought me in here, when I’ve eventually cleared my plate and, as he steps toward me and roughly takes my arm, my whole body instantly stiffens.

“I don’t thinkforceis necessary, Tomas.” My captor reaches forward and eases him off. “I’m sure Miss Fucchini will be compliant. There are no means of escape for her.” He smiles at me through his threat, and when I nod back at him obediently, Tomas lets me go. I won’t show all my cards here, but Iwillfind a way out of the mess I’m in. For now, I believe my best form of defense is to let this man believe I can becompliant.

I wipe my mouth with my napkin and place it back on the table before standing up and following Tomas out the dining room, willingly. When we get to the door, I look back over my shoulder and notice how my captor’s head is slightly tilted and checking out my ass. The blush it puts on my cheeks doesn’t belong there but I smile at him, regardless. If it’s games he wants to play, becoming a competitor is the only way for me to win.

I don’t know if I’m more excited, or nervous, as Tomas leads me up the impressive staircase. My toes sink into the soft, red carpet and I admire some of the artwork on the walls before we stop at a door and he pushes it open, gesturing for me to enter. The first thing I notice, which brings with it a whole lot of relief, is a bed. Complete with a mattress, some pillows and a comforter, it’s a welcome sight after spending two nights sleeping on a cold, damp floor. The decor of the room matches the elegance of the rest of the house, even if it is practically empty of any furniture.

“Through here.” Tomas goes to grab me again, but the stern look I give him seems to remind him of his boss's words. He clears his throat and opens the door on the other side of the room, one that leads into a bathroom.

Inside there is plenty of space, but like the bedroom, everything is minimal. There are bars on the window and not even a mirror on the wall, but I see that the bath has already been drawn, and when Tomas nods his head towards it, I step forward and test the temperature with my fingertips.

“You don’t honestly expect me to bathe in front of you, do you?” I laugh at him, trying my best to show confidence. The big brute may look scary but he’s just as much of a slave to the man downstairs, as I am.

“No, Miss, but I will be right outside.” He winks sarcastically before stepping out and closing the door behind him. As soon as I’m alone, I start searching around for a way out.

I test the bars on the window to confirm they’re solid, but even if they weren’t it would be far too small for me to climb out of. I check the cupboard under the basin and find it empty, all I have to work with is a towel, a sponge and a bar of soap that smells heavenly.

After assessing all my options, and deciding that there is no way out of here, I slip out of my panties and take off my bra, sinking myself into the hot, foamy water and admitting defeat...for now.

I feel my muscles relax as I breathe in the aromas around me and taking the sponge and soap, I lather up my body.

I take my time, enjoying my freedom away from the basement despite still being confined, and when I’m ready to face reality again, I get out of the tub and wrap the towel, that's neatly folded on the basin, around my body. I’m surprised that when I open the door, to step back into the bedroom, instead of Tomas standing guard, I seehimsitting in the chair in the corner of the room. His elbows rest on its arms, his fingers cross in the middle, and I feel his stare as his eyes slowly assess me. My pussy responds in a way that has me closing my eyes and swallowing down my shame.

“How was your bath?” His voice sounds soothing as I take a few more steps into the room.

“Good.” I cling to the towel I have wrapped around my chest.

“Good,” he repeats my word with a hint of sarcasm, nodding his head as he stands up and moves towards me. I hold my breath as he stalks a slow circle around my body. And although his hands don’t touch me, I still feel him on my skin, and it doesn’t make it crawl the way it should. It makes it tingle with something I fear could be desire.

Once he’s standing in front of me again, my eyes automatically look up into his, and the serious look on his handsome face makes me release that breath I’ve been holding on to, a little too loudly.

“Take off the towel.” His words aren’t quite whispered, but they come out much softer than I expected. Soft enough to not have me resisting. I’m in no position to argue with him and, wrong as it may be, I like having this man’s eyes on my body. I like his attention, and I like the thrill it puts in the pit of my stomach.

He looks down at my naked body but shows no reaction to it. Eventually, his hand reaches out, and his fingers slowly trace over the skin on my neck, past my shoulder and trail the outline of one of my tits. The sensation of them makes a gasp catch in my throat.

“Ask me, again.” His fingers spread out over my stomach, steadily lowering toward my pussy.

“Ask what?” I hear the tremble in my voice and realize it isn’t coming from fear.

“Ask what I intend to do to your body, Aria,” he reminds me of my earlier question, pausing his touch just before he reaches the place where I crave to feel it. I look up at him through my lashes and pull together all my confidence so I can ask him again.

“What will you do to my body?” I whisper the words as I stare into his cold, dark eyes.

“I’m going to break it.” His hand cups my pussy while his other wraps tight around my throat, forcing me roughly onto the mattress, and pinning me down with his grip. Despite my shock, I manage to look up at him and put on a smile.

This man wants my fear so badly, he’ll use it to get himself off, and I won’t give it to him. If he thinks he can break me, let him try. Anything is better than Dennis-fucking-Jefferson.

“I’m gonna fuck that smile right off your face,” he warns me, and I shock him further by spreading my legs to make it easy for him. Yeah, I’m nervous, I know it’s going to hurt and I’m certain he won’t be gentle, but even I know that the tension, he’s put inside me, isn’t going to be released until he takes me.

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