Mr Luke Costa

Gianna's POV

A YEAR LATER

“You deceived me, Roman. I don't know what you did, but you deceived me!” I spat angrily when I entered his room, straight from another disappointment. It was the first time I had been in his room since the kidnap.

It's been exactly a year since we made the deal and even though I dreaded this moment, I couldn't run, escape or back down. Even with my loss, I would still face him with everything I've got.

For a year, all I've done was ignore him. I still can't believe how stupid I was to think I would've actually done anything different. The evidence of everything, I had at my disposal, but no media outlet, no police report, no case, nothing was on my side. Nobody was listening to me. Some of them even chased me away.

For a year, it turns out I only worked towards losing my sanity. The police system was corrupted, everyone was. Things only started to get clear a month ago because for eleven months, they all pretended to be on my side, only to switch lanes so quickly.

Defeat slapped me left, right and centre.

“I never deceived you. You deceived yourself into thinking you could send me to jail, or that I had suddenly developed a heart and would let you. I don't care for your tantrums at all so shut up and look down.”

He replied, looking all man and sinful.

I swallowed angrily as I looked down at what he was showing me on his bed.

A red lingerie set sprawled on his bed, more chains and toys.

Chills ran through my body.

Then it hit me. He had it arranged before I even officially failed for the day. I turned to face him immediately, then I glared at him.

“You already had the clothes spread out. You never thought for a single moment that you would ever rot in jail, did you? You know, you could've easily done the thing where you forced yourself on me and had your way with me. You've done much worse so I doubt I would've been so pissed, I would've gotten over it by now and I would've been out of here!”

I screamed harshly, wishing I could shoot daggers at him through my eyes. He caused all of this and tricked me to trap me!

“You wanted it, the challenge, that's why you didn't put in the work. You want me to fuck you. You want to be helpless and at my mercy! You get off on it, don't you?”

He stepped closer to me and I took a step back. My eyes widened in bewilderment at his wild accusations.

“That's not true!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“You're so weak, betraying your parents. Wanting the man that killed your parents to fuck you? Sad!”

The tears that clung to my eyes burned and stung but I didn't let them roll down my cheeks.

“Stop saying that!” I hated him. I hated him with everything I had. He wasn't about to make me cry in front of him.

“It doesn't matter, you can't back out of this deal. Pick up the lingerie and go change. Come out when you're done, let's see how it looks on you.”

He completely dismissed my anger. He had a hand in his pocket, now looking bored.

I eyed the lingerie with uncontrollable anger. I wanted to rip it apart then strangle him. Still, I made it to the bed and picked it up. It was all my fault anyway for letting this happen to me.

“I hate you and I promise to kill you. Watch your back!” I warned as I began to head to the bathroom, but he wasn't fazed.

“I have nothing to fear because I haven't fucked you yet. I'll only remember to get scared of you after I've weakened your legs and made you immobile, because you want that from me. I see the way you look at me, the way you've been looking at me for the past year. I know how bad you want me. Stop pretending. The earlier you accept this, the better.”

I spun around quickly, and I hated the way I was so quick to throw hands, knowing fully well that I couldn't even beat him, but I still rushed at him anyway to hit him.

“How can anyone want a man like you? You fucking murderer!” I couldn't land the blow because I guess he had gotten used to me, it was typical of me, so he caught my hands right on time and drew me closer. Being so close to him had me weak in the knees.

“But you'll spread your legs for this murderer soon. Go in, get changed.”

He urged but I couldn't take it anymore.

“You know what? Fuck you and your challenge! People go back on their words every time. I don't have to do any of this!”

I pulled my hands away from his grip aggressively, sent the lingerie flying across the room and took multiple steps back, disgusted.

His lips curled up in an amused smile.

“I dare you to walk out that door then, I dare you to try to leave.”

I hated him so much and I couldn't stand his presence, so I proceeded to dare him and began to head to the door but then, the next words from his mouth stopped me in my tracks.

“How did you think you escaped that fire, Gianna?”

I halted and my legs refused to move.

“I knew you'd come running back to me, to fight me. So I waited. Your father and I made a deal that went south. I saw you and decided to use you as collateral but your old man tried to play smart with me, so I shot him and saved his collateral because I wanted her. Now she ran straight into my arms and I shouldn't bend her to do my bidding? I'm not a good man, Cignetto, but your father wasn't either.”

“You're lying. You're lying!” I began to shed serious tears, my heart hurting. I couldn't even face him.

“Who would arrest me? It was all pretense, you were always going to be mine, I just made you come to me yourself. Imagine what ran through my mind when I saw you that day in the cell, walking in just like I had planned. I didn't expect this aggressiveness but that's okay, I can live with it.”

“So this was all a game to you, all of it.”

I nodded my head softly upon realization, then I turned around and faced him.

Was there any point in fighting this mad man? Every step of the way, he had managed to prove how stupid I was.

“Of course, I couldn't let you send me to jail. I have every plan to claim your body, every part of you…” His voice was deep with meaning as he stared at me with interest.

“I just wanted you to feel like a lawyer for a year, so I gave you a task I had full control over. I'm sure now you know you can't escape me, so be a good girl and change.”

For the first time, I had no words. I picked up the lingerie I threw, walked into the bathroom and did as he instructed.

I put my hair up in a bun before he would make another complaint. Is it crazy that as I wore it, I wanted his approval, for him to love it on me?

I stood, nervous in front of the mirror. It felt like I was about to do something crazy, like lose my virginity, even though it was long gone.

When I appeared in front of him after I came out, I watched air leave his lungs.

His eyes raked me from head to toe and knowing he was watching, I forgot how to act, how to fucking breathe. He wasn't lying. I've always wanted his hands on me.

My chest rose and fell erratically as I stood, waiting, feeling like the prey I most definitely was. I watched his eyes darken before he began to approach me.

I swallowed when he got to me, then began to push me all the way to the wall by a hand in the middle of my chest. We arrived.

“I like your hair down.” He whispered softly, in a way that made my knees quiver before I felt my hair fall like a curtain all over my shoulders and back. He had broken the band.

We were so close, It felt so wrong. I shut my eyes when I felt his hand run through my face. It felt shamefully good.

“Fucking annoyingly beautiful.” He whispered, and I thought he was going to kiss me, so I prepared for it, but he didn't.

Instead he broke the strap of the lingerie in seconds, pulled it down and ran his tongue through the top of my naked breasts horizontally.

He took my wetness from zero to a hundred and I fought a moan. Before he would touch me again, one of his bodyguards knocked.

Roman looked physically repulsed and annoyed. I on the other hand could finally steady my breathing.

“Speak. I'm close to the door.” Roman ordered, but the guard's words shocked us both.

“Master, Mr Luke Costa is here.”

My supposed fiance was here, after a full year?