10

Ziyana 

“Why?” That was the first thing I asked as soon as the word left his mouth.

“Because we said so. We'll take you under our wings and take care of you.” Sal huffed.

“You don't need to do that. I have an aunt who takes good care of me?” I said, although I know it was a lie. If Elena sees me, she'll hoard me off again but it was still better than being with these men.

“You mean the one who sold you off to the highest bidder?” He asked to my surprise. How did he even find that out?

“You don't need to act surprised, we have all the data on you. Like you said, you are an orphan that's exactly why we picked you. No one is going to miss you nor look for you. You belong to us and we'd do what we want with you.” Vittorio explained in a calm manner.

“No, that's not possible.” I said. The expressions on their faces were serious. They meant business.

“Tell me you are joking”  

“No. As of today, you'll be our slave and we all will_” 

“You can't do that,” I said, cutting him off 

“Yes we can. You heard how much I spent on you right? Now, being our slave doesn't mean we'd maltreat you. We'd take care of you and give you everything you need.” He tried explaining.

“And dominate me? I've read about it in books. BDSM right? That's what you want me to do, you want to control everything about me. No way!” 

“You have no choice darling. Here, take a look at this,” Vittorio said, giving me a file. I collected it with shaky hands.

I looked through the file and saw that it had everything about me. From my father to my mother to my birth and everything I did in my father's castle. That was how they got the information on me, as well as everything on Aunt Elena. I thought.

“You sure you still want to go back to her because if you do, we'd let you go now. However, you know better than us that you would be returned to that room and sold off to the next person.” The fact that he said he'd let me go lightened my face, I was about to talk when he dropped a bomb. 

“Do you also know that there's a price on your head on the street?”

“What?”

“Apparently, the loan sharks your father borrowed from are looking for you. Your father's finances were more than bad. These men would have your blood just to get back their money. You are the only thing in your father's name right now. And trust me, they'll only fuck your brain out before doing god knows what will your empty shell” he recounted in the most dramatic way.

“Even at that,” I started, closing the file. “I don't want to be chained and owned by you lots. I won't be controlled by all of you. You want to use me for your sexual wants but I won't take that. I'm not some damn prostitute.” I said. 

“You are not but I can make you one,” Salvatore said, coming closer. I moved away from him in fright. He seemed to not be as reserved as Vittorio who's trying to explain and change my mind.

“Sal,” Vittorio warned but he didn't seem to be ready to listen to the warnings.

“No, she seems to think that she has a choice in all of this. You don't, I thought to only tell you because you'd be reasonable but it looks like you don't want to.” He said with anger, his veins bulging out.

“Don't touch me, " I said but he wasn't listening.

“You want to return to the street after everything we promised to do for you? You better wake up, the princess life you lived is over,” he said.

He took both of my feet and drew me closer to him. He spread out my legs and fixed himself in between them. I was putting on a large shirt and a short bum. His hands found the front of my zipper and he squeezed me right in front of my private part.

I struggled to free myself from him but he was not having it. I saw him communicate with his Vittorio via eyes signals. While I was still wondering what was still going on, Vittorio took a firm grip of my left leg while he held the other. 

With his free hand he began to remove the shorts I had on.

“Are you just going to watch without saying anything?” I said, looking towards Stefano who said nothing to all that was happening. Even though I asked him a question, he only shrugged his shoulders. I knew then that it was all of them against me. This was what they meant when they said they'd dominate me but I'm going to prove them wrong. I won't allow myself to be ridiculed like a sex object 

My hands came up willingly and I put them to use, scratching and hitting him across the face and head. The men exchanged glances and they both held me down, each of them holding my hand and leg and pinning me to the bed.

“Keep still, Red or I promise you won't like what will happen after this” he warned.

“Yh, you are no match for one of us, not to mention the two of us. Keep still and I promise this will be over before you even know it.” Vittorio said huskily.

“You want me to keep still while you molest me.” I said breathlessly.

“Don't use such bad words Princess. We aren't like that, we just want a little fun with you and that'll be all.” As he said that, he had found a way to completely remove the shorts. I was now in my pants only, a G-string, so I don't look as basically naked for them to see.

“I never thought she'd be this wet, considering how she's been fighting us all day long. But I guess she's a woman after all,” Vittorio said.

“And she can't resist sweet looking men like us,” Sal said chuckling.

I was about to tell them to shut the fuck up when I felt something slid into me. I wanted to shout, curse them even but surprisingly I didn't. Instead I moaned.

I fucking moaned! My body betrayed me, I was supposed to hate these guys!

“Oh, she likes it,” Vittorio said, mockingly.

“No, I don't. I hate what you are doing to me, you are abusing me!”

“Oh yeah, even though you are dripping wet on my fingers?” He asked just as I felt another finger slide into me. 

This time I grunted because I felt a bit of pain at the intrusion. The pain subdued in about a few seconds, replaced with wine sort of fullness in me that I wasn't supposed to like.

I clenched my fist and teeth trying to stop myself from liking what you as being done to me. They must have seen it because they both chuckled. 

“You don't need to pretend to not like this, we can see and smell for ourselves, " Vittorio said. The two fingers buried in me began to move slowly outside and then they were rammed back into me suddenly that I forgot that I was holding myself.

I moaned out this time and couldn't stop myself afterwards because the men kept up with the pace. My eyes began to see stars as my legs began to shake against my will. I felt my stomach tightened into several knots. The feeling felt strange that I didn't know what was happening to me too. I felt something that made it look like I was about to reach my breaking point when I felt the men's fingers withdrawn.

What, why!?

I thought but I stopped myself before I could say it out and make a fool of myself.

“We own you Ziyana. Think about how much pleasure you'd get from this.” Vittorio said as he smelled his fingers before licking it. 

“You have 24 hours to think this through but either way, you are ours and we'll claim you.” Sal said.