No escape

I open my eyes to the chandelier’s light, a thin halo that blinds me for a second. My head throbs and my throat is dry. I sit up and take in the room: spacious, masculine, all dark leather and cold brass. No photos, no warmth just power pressed into every surface.

Why am I here?

Then it hits me like a physical blow. Fuck. I jerk upright. I was kidnapped while trying to run away with my mum. Panic scrabbles up my spine. I clutch my head. I need to find her.

I’m about to open the door when his voice slides across the room, smooth and mocking. “Easy there, princess.”

Fear knifes through me. I look up. He’s there smiling like a victor, like this was the only ending he ever intended. The smile is beautiful and vicious all at once.

“Where is my mum?” I demand, words jagged. “Where is Anita?” The last thing I remember is the airport, the blast, the panic. Where did they take them?

He comes closer, slow and deliberate, the kind of stride that takes up space in a room. “Do you think you can run from me?”

“I said — where is my mum? I want to see her,” I say, louder now, because nothing else matters. Not the room, not the fear, not the ache in my ribs. My mother is all I have left.

His face darkens. “You defied me. You went against my rules. You’re never going to see her again.”

A raw, small part of me whispers never. Never see her. My mouth goes dry. I feel dizzy. He watches me like a man admiring a prize.

“You’re kidding,” I blurt, more desperate than defiant.

“Do I look like a child to you?” he says. “You ran. You broke my rule. Now you must pay.”

“No. Please,” I beg. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes. I sound pathetic even to myself.

He steps closer until there’s no space between us. His voice drops. “I own you, Avery. Let it sink in. There’s nowhere on this earth you can run that I won’t find you. Even if it means burning everything down.”

His mouth finds mine, forceful and claiming. I try to push away, to jerk back, but his hands are sure and heavy at my waist. Panic and a strange, sick confusion whirl through me anger, shame, an unwanted heat I can’t let myself feel.

“Luca, where is my mum?” I manage to choke between breaths, clinging to any scrap of bargaining.

“You promise to be a good girl?” he asks, breath hot against my skin.

“Yes,” I whisper, the word ripped out of me because it feels like the only lever I have left.

He holds my gaze for a beat, measuring. Then he nods almost to himself, as if my surrender settles something in him. “Prove it,” he says.

I dropped to my knees,

I put his whole cock in my mouth and aimed it toward the back of my throat, gagging, making some more saliva. He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands.

I sucked and jerked gently, . I began to lick his balls. I put them in my mouth.I kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, he groans.

“Come here ..”he says as he pulls me by the hair softly as I stand up , his lips slams on mine walking us back to the bed

“Luca pls my mom ..”I said to him as my back touches the bed,I looked at his lust filled eyes pleading for me to see my mom.

“Shhh ,you defiled me ,now you’ve to pay this not even a punishment princess it’s pleasure ,now open those legs for me like a good girl you promised to be …”

I breathed in as I take off my cloth ,his eyes watching me carefully

“If you want to see your mum again ,then you have to do as I say so you understand?

I nod”yes ..”

He smirks as he undo he’s pants ,leaning down he kisses my belly button

“So beautiful..”he says as he runs his finger down my thighs

He leans down and kisses me, his fingers moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentles his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink … I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him … then I’m building again … I climax anew, calling out his name.”

“Yes baby that’s the only name that you will be calling out to..”

I could see Luca is coldhearted ,irresistible ,and possessive ,I’m being dragged and stucked in his world that I don’t belong to.

God, Luca .’ I arched against him when he moved to my other breast. Two fingers worked inside me, a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. My body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I’d cry. Cry, and be

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”He sounded cold and cruel

Luca sneaked his hand between us and found my clit, rubbing frantically as he thrust into me. He sped up a bit, and I whimpered from both pain and pleasure. Luca didn’t slow. He was panting, his skin slick with sweat as he fought for control. I could see on his face how his grip on it was fading but he didn’t lose it. I moaned as he slid deeper into me than before. Pleasure radiated through my body.

“Come for me,Avery,” he rasped, increasing the pressure on my clit. Another spike of pleasure mixed with pain slammed through me and I fell apart, gasping and moaning as my orgasm rocked my body. Luca growled and thrust harder. I clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he approached his own peak. With a guttural groan, Luca tensed above me and I could feel him release into me. I moaned at how full and stretched I felt Luca kept thrusting until I could feel him soften. He pulled out but stayed on top of me, his weight supported on his forearms.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my lower lip until he dipped his tongue into me for a delicious kiss. We kissed for a long time, our slick bodies pressed against each other. I wasn’t sure how long we lay like that, kissing, but eventually I could feel Luca getting hard again.

He’s about to thrust into me again when his phone buzzes I turned to look at the screen displayed on the screen is who I never thought

“Zita..”