Page 81 of Dare To Free Us

His painful cry tore down my walls in an instant. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t watch him get cut to shreds. I didn’t care what it would cost me, as long as I could save him from more pain. “Ok! Ok! I’ll do it! Just stop!” Shura pulled back immediately.

“No Arianna. Don’t do it!” Matteo heaved.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I knew I let him down, but hoped he would forgive me. I just was too weak to take his pain.

“Tape his mouth shut,” Shura ordered as he dumped the knife on the coffee table and made his way to me.

The sound of duct tape unraveling assaulted my ears. Matteo cursed and thrashed as one man held his head still and another pressed silver tape to his lips.

My shoulders hung as tears streamed down my cheeks. The hands that had been holding me let go. Digging my fingers into my hair I felt cold down to my core. My very soul was sinking deep into a pool of inky blackness that it could never recover from.

A strong hand lifted my chin and I looked into the blue eyes of a man that would be my captive and abuser the rest of my life. Turning our bodies so our profiles were in perfect view for Matteo, Shura’s icy gaze completely devoid of warmth burned like dry ice on my face.

“On your knees,” he commanded. I tried to look at Matteo but Shura’s hand on my chin pulled my focus back to him. “Don’t look at him. On. Your. Knees.”

His hungry stare refused to release mine as my shaky legs started to bend. Shame and humiliation filled me to the brim. Silent tears wet my face, but they didn’t seem to bother Shura. When my knees touched the floor my insides churned. The crack was now a spiderweb of veins along my soul, ready to shatter at any moment.

I could feel everyone in the room watching. No doubt some of the men were happy to see me suck Shura off. It made sense now why he didn’t bock at his sister’s liking to be watched. He was into it too. Vomit climbed my throat. The image of him raping me in front of his men for years on end made me want to scream.

But it was more than that. I was a show, a useless whore being controlled by a powerful man in their eyes. I wanted to throw up and purge my body of all the terrible things I was feeling. Shura was using me to cause Matteo great pain he could never achieve physically, show everyone he was the victor and I was his shiny trophy. But instead of holding me over his head in celebration, I was on my knees for all to see.

Kneeling, I was at perfect eye level with Shura’s zipper. A lump formed in my throat as bile burned my esophagus. Matteo’s chair bounced and skidded on the floor. I closed my eyes to make sure I didn’t look. I didn’t want to witness the look on his face of seeing what I was about to do.

“No teeth,” Shura warned.

A giggle came from behind me.Vasilisa.She was going to get off on this too. “Don’t forget to cup the balls,” she advised.

I looked up to see Shura one-hundred percent focused on me. He nodded for me to hurry up. With shaking hands I reached for his belt. Muffled curses came from Matteo and I whimpered. Shura’s erection was already growing.

Reaching down Shura took one of my hands and made me cup his length through his pants, stroking it. My stomach cramped up as bile touched the back of my tongue. “This is what you do to me. What your memory has done to me since I first saw you. Tell me you want it.”

I swallowed hard. There was no point in resisting. I knew what it would cost. “I want it,” I whispered.

“Louder.”

“I want it,” I said, voice cracking.

“Good girl. Now pull out my cock, wrap those sexy lips around it and suck me dry.”

Sobs erupted out of me as I worked to pull his pants and boxers down.

20

MATTEO

Blood ran down my hands as the cuffs cut into my wrists. I jerked and heaved with all I had but the chair was metal and I wasn’t getting anywhere.

My body hurt so bad I felt chilled to the bone and hot as fire at the same time. Everything was in agony but my heart was the worst. It didn’t matter what injuries I had, if I had to rip the skin from my hands to free myself and stop what was about to happen I would.

It was my fault. I’d been too stupid to see Nico coming. All the little things suddenly added up to a pill too big for me to swallow. How long had Nico fantasized about a day like this? Months? Years? Did it all start when I put Luca ahead of him and Shura and Vasilisa had simply been the opportunity he needed to make it reality?

Arianna’s whimpers gutted me. My pain was enough to blur my vision at the edges but I could see her clearly on her knees for another man. The fact she was being forced to suck another man’s dick and it was only the beginning of her misery filled me with such fury I felt I would combust.

Shura stood over her, watching with total satisfaction as my wife cowered at his feet. I never felt so blood thirsty in all my life. I wanted to gut him. Shoot him up with so much liquid adrenaline he wouldn’t be able to pass out as I took days to cut him into a thousand pieces.

Arianna’s shoulders shook as she pulled Shura’s pants past him hips and reached for the waistband of his briefs. Murmurs were starting to fill the room as men reached to adjust their boners and smile excitedly.

Shura’s cock sprang free. Arianna’s head shot back, a hand flew over her mouth, tears poured out of her eyes.