LOGINIsabella's POV “Go ahead. Shoot her.”My heart stopped for a second. Carlos froze, the gun still pointed at my head, his finger trembling on the trigger. His smug face twisted into pure panic. The color drained from his skin so fast he looked like a ghost.“D-Don…what are you doing here?” Carlos stammered, his voice cracking. The gun in his hand shook. That arrogant smirk he had worn seconds ago was completely gone, replaced by raw fear.Massimo stood by the door, hands casually in his pockets, looking as calm and deadly as ever. His eyes met mine for a brief moment…cold, intense, unreadable…before turning back to Carlos and Leo. Leo looked like he had seen a ghost, his face pale and sweaty.“You were going to shoot her,” Massimo said flatly. “Go on.”Carlos shook his head quickly, lowering the gun a little. “Don, we just wanted to take care of her for you. We know you don’t get involved in trivial matters. She was snooping around the house when you weren’t home. We thought she was
Isabella's POV My head hurt like crazy. A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed behind my eyes with every heartbeat. I groaned, trying to move, but my body wouldn't listen. Everything felt fuzzy, disconnected.I could feel movement, like I was being bounced around in the trunk of a car. My arms were tied tightly behind my back, and tape covered my mouth. Everywhere was dark. These bastards had the guts to throw me in here like garbage. I struggled hard, twisting my body, but the space was too tight. Panic clawed at my throat.I hated dark places. I hated small spaces even more. They gave me terrible anxiety, made my chest feel like it was caving in. And yet here I was, trapped in this metal box with no air, no light, no way out. ‘Let me out!’ I wanted to scream, but the words came out as muffled grunts against the tape. My breathing became fast and shallow. I kicked at the sides of the trunk, but it only made the car jolt and push me into a more uncomfortable position.‘You fucking bastards
Isabella's POV I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, boredom eating away at me. I had no idea how long Massimo planned to keep me locked in here, but honestly, I didn’t care. As long as he kept me close, that was all that mattered. I was his now. Or at least I wanted to be. The welts from the whip still stung a little on my skin, but every time I thought about the way he looked at me, the way his hands felt, heat rushed through my body again. I bit my lip and shifted on the sheets, my thighs pressing together.The room was quiet. I had changed into one of the new simple outfits…a soft black t-shirt and shorts…and now there was nothing left to do but wait.My mind kept replaying the bet I made with him. The way I had straddled him, grinding on his hard cock, whispering that I wanted him to fuck me. The tension between us had been so thick I could barely breathe. I smiled to myself in the silence. He wanted me. I could feel it. He was just fighting it.I closed my eyes for a secon
Massimo's POV That night I was…“Don, are you okay?” Markus’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. His tone was careful, like he knew exactly where my mind had gone.I blinked, realizing I had stopped halfway down the stairs. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles ached.I nodded once, sharp. We continued down the steps…the sound of my shoes loud in the otherwise quiet house.“Damiano called,” I said.Markus froze for half a second on the step behind me, then caught up. “That bastard,” he muttered under his breath. “What’s your plan, Don?”I didn’t answer right away. My mind was still a mess.“For now, I just want him on his toes,” I finally said, voice low. “Not knowing what will happen to his daughter. Let him imagine every filthy thing I could be doing to her. Let it eat him alive.”Markus gave a grim nod. We stepped out into the cool morning air, and I stopped by the car.“Take me to The House of De Luca. I have business to take care of.” I said to Markus.“Yes, Don.” He open
Massimo's POV“And what makes you think I’ll want to fuck you?” I growled, my voice low and rough as I stared into her eyes. She was straddling my lap, completely naked, her wet pussy pressed right against my hard cock through my pants. The heat from her body was driving me insane.Isabella smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. “Isn’t it obvious?” she whispered. “I heard you don’t like being touched…but here I am, sitting on your lap, and you’re not pushing me away.”She was right. My hands were still gripping her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin. I should have shoved her off. I should have walked out. But something about her touch didn’t make my skin crawl like every other woman’s did. It burned in a different way…hot, addictive, dangerous.I grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her face up so she had to look me in the eyes. “Don’t get any ideas, princess. I don’t like desperate women.”She just smiled wider, that bold, daring smile that made my cock throb hard
Isabella's POV I struggled against the chains, my wrists and ankles aching from being held in the same position for so long. The metal dug into my skin, but as crazy as it sounds, I liked it. I liked that Massimo had me chained here, completely at his mercy. The anticipation of what he might do next made my blood pump faster. My body was on fire. I wanted him to use me however he wanted. I didn’t care how rough or dark it got. I just wanted him.But at the same time, I was pissed. He wasn’t listening to me. Those traitors were still out there planning to sell his shipment to the Romanos, and here I was, chained naked in his torture room while he wasted time on me. I threw my head back and let out a frustrated breath. I was tired, hungry, and hadn’t even showered properly. My clit throbbed painfully between my spread legs. I bit my lip hard to hold back a moan. He wasn’t even in the room, and he still had this much control over my body.I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing hear







