INFERNA

Her thighs quivered, while her chest rose and fell rapidly. Defy him? He just dared her, but she was smarter, wasn’t she? Smart enough to know that even his dares weren’t exactly a challenge, they were orders.

“Which one would it be, Bambina?” He rasped, his finger tips still grazed her hardened nipples beneath the lingerie.

But her eyes darted to the side, to where that man had been earlier, battered and bruised. She swallowed shallowly, would he do that to her?

He wouldn’t, right?

She was collateral, her sister’s leverage. He wouldn’t want to get rid of her so soon, as crazy as it sounded, she was still valuable to him.

Suddenly, she jerked off his lap, trying to get away. Her hands pressed against his chest, as she shoved him with all the strength she had left.

Like he predicted, his hands grabbed aggressively at her arm before she could get far,

“Reckless girl!” He growled, pulling her against his chest with their noses almost touching.

“You have lost your mind,” she spat, her eyes wild and her voice shook. “And if you think for one second that I fear you, then you’ve gone even more insane.”

Lucian’s eyes didn’t flicker, his expression remained bare. He didn’t as much blink, or even twitch until a wicked grin curled his lips from ear to ear. Aria’s body tensed, she should know better, he wouldn’t be threatened.

But what’s even more scary, he saw through the strong front she pulled every time.

His gaze held hers intensely, piercing through the wall and seeing right through her enough to find her fear.

“Mi hai appena sfidato, mi piace.” (You just defied me, I like it.”)

Her eyes widened, and she moved away from his face slowly. Slowly realizing that he had her right where he wanted, she wouldn’t follow rules and he knew. So that, was her biggest weakness, the best way to toy with her.

Then swiftly, His hands wrapped around her thighs as he stood and flung her over his shoulder like a ragdoll.

“No! Put me down!” she screamed, pounding her fist at his back. A soft chuckle escaped this throat as he stepped away from the dining,

“I said put me down! Fuck!” Her legs kicked helplessly in the air, but his grip tightened around her thighs, and her hands started to hurt from the hardness of his broad back.

“Keep kicking, little dove,” He growled, low but menacingly before his hand came down with a sharp smack on her ass.

“All that energy in you? I’ll enjoy putting it out when I bury myself in you inch by inch.”

He adjusted her weight on his shoulder like she was nothing but a disobedient prize.

The hallway dimmed with sunlight that barely entered, and the sizes of the huge portraits that lined the walls, and the candles that were necessary but never seemed to go off.

Each step he took echoed off the cold marble floor, pulling her deeper into his world with his dark intentions.

The corridor seemed endless, until they reached the final door at the end.

It was a thick, matte black door with no door knob. Just silver panels where Lucian placed his palm, the lock released with a quiet hiss and the door creaked open.

In a swift moment, Aria’s body hit soft foam with a bounce, the force knocked air from her lungs.

“Ugh!” She gasped, her hair fell over her face in waves. Angrily, she flung it back, unintentionally wiping off the sweat that had beaded at her temples while she was fighting for her life on his shoulders.

Her lips parted softly so she could cuss him, their gazes locked but her mouth snapped shut the minute she gazed behind him.

The room was completely engulfed in deep sultry red lights. Hanging on the walls lined with chains, silk ropes, cuffs, racks, blindfolds, whips of different sizes, and strange medical instruments that she had never seen.

A wall sized mirror reflected her fear back at her, there were masks, gags and hooks. It had everything, her fears, her nightmares but even more, her best fantasies.

The most she’d ever seen was a vibrator, and that was one she got by herself off an ad she saw online. It took her through waves of pleasure not even her ex boyfriend could with only his finger.

Slowly, Lucian peeled off his shirt. His biceps flexed, veins beneath his skin, each muscle seemed like it was sculpted with utmost precision.

His torso seemed like a terrible idea if she stared long enough, dangerous hard abs and a V-line that dipped into the waistband of his slacks, with a bullet scar above his ribs.

Her gaze dipped lower, and they caught the strains in his pants. How the thick outline of his cock pressed against the fabric, like it was begging for freedom.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, and she hated herself for noticing, for how heat pooled in her belly.

“W-what are you d-doing?” Her voice broke the silence, eyes remained on his body. His back was to her now, flexing as he moved toward a wall with spreaders and cuffs.

Her hands dug into the sheets of the bed, and she cussed herself for even watching him. How could she still be staring?

And how couldn’t she, with how his back muscles flowed into his waist, triggering the forbidden temptation that lingered at the back of her mind.

He was her captor, he knew where her sister was.

Fucking him? Bad idea.

Lucian turned back to her with two items, a pair of cuffs and a Y- shaped spreader bar that gleamed maliciously under the seductive lights.

“This, little dove….” He smirked, “Inferna…”

The words fell from his lips seductively, she could swear that she knew the meaning despite never taking a single Italian class.

“Inferna?” She blurted, choking on her own saliva..

“This is where I bring both heaven and hell to you…” He whispered, “It’s paradise for good girls and punishment for disobedient ones.”

He reached the edge of the bed, cuffs in one hand.,

“So what does that make me?” she whispered, shifting back, her feet pushed against the mattress.

His movements were slow, almost predatory as he moved closer to her

“Impaziente di scoprirlo?” (Eager to find out?)

Her lungs almost collapsed in her chest, she had stepped on the tiger’s tail. And before she could move again, he lunged at her.

His body weight pressing over her, trapping her like his prey.

His hands grabbed her wrists, pinning it above her head, and cuffed it to the metal headboard swiftly.

“Stop! Stop it!” she thrashed as he grabbed her ankles next, he clipped her legs into the spreader bar. The device hummed softly, locking her in place.

“Fuck! Let go of me!”

Lucian leaned back, getting off the bed softly. His eyes dark with malicious intent,

“Go on, Move…” He dared, her heart pounded rapidly in her chest as she glared at him. she bucked, and the bar clicked.

Her legs opened two inches wider, and her eyes widened in panic.

“Bambina,” Lucian’s gaze fell to the middle of her legs, “Let me see how wet that pretty little pussy is when she fights.” he groaned.

He walked around the bed slowly, taking in her defeated form. How the lingerie barely covered anything now that she lay helpless,

“The more you fight, little dove, the more I get to see everything you try to hide.”

Lucian grabbed a chair and pulled it directly in front of her, sitting down with his legs spread apart. The bulge in his pants was more visible, and his eyes rested on her frame.

“I want you to feel what you’re missing,” he drawled, “ You’re not ready to be touched, so you’ll learn.”

Her mouth watered, her mind spinned into a messy haze with thoughts of him inside of her. Instantly, she clenched her eyes shut.

“Open your eyes, Little dove.”

She didn’t, her thought scrambled around until the door lock twisted and it opened softly. Her eyes flung open, who else knew they were in there? Did he bring Doris to watch him punish her?

But in a moment, she wished it was Doris. A petite lady, dressed in red latex that seemed to mold to her every curve strutted in. Aria’s eyes fell on her neck, the collar that wrapped around it with the name,

“Lace”

“Maestro,” she purred, bowing softly. Her gaze slid to Aria, eyes beamed with dangerous happiness, like a cat that spotted a new mouse. But Lucian’s gaze remained on Aria,

“This is one good girl, she knows her place. you might learn something,”

Lace approached Lucian, slowly sinking to her knees between his thighs. Aria couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop watching as Lace unzipped him, licking her lips like this was her favorite game.

She should be irritated, utterly disgusted but her mouth watered instead.

“Watch closely,” Lucian urged.