In my Tormentor’s Bed

Aria’s POV

The rain started just after midnight. I couldn’t sleep, and I just kept tossing here and there, scared of the lighting and thunderstorm. On occasions when the lighting flashed, I hugged my sheets tightly and buried my face on the pillow.

I was still wide awake when a sharp knock sounded on my door.

“The Don wants you,” the guard said flatly.

My stomach dropped.

Again?

I followed him through the dimly lit halls, my bare feet cold against the marble. Luciano’s study was darker tonight. Only one lamp burned low on the desk, casting long shadows. A half-empty bottle of wine sat open beside two glasses.

“Sit,” he ordered, his voice rough.

I obeyed and lowered myself into the chair across from him.

He poured wine into both glasses and pushed one toward me. I stared at the deep red liquid.

“Drink,” he said.

I lifted the glass with slightly shaking hands and took a sip. The wine burned a slow path down my throat and spread warmth through my belly. My head grew lighter with every swallow.

Luciano watched me in silence, his dark eyes intense. Suddenly he spoke.

“You don’t fear me.”

I met his gaze. “I fear many things… but not you.”

He said nothing for a long moment. The air between us grew thick, heavy with words we weren’t saying. His eyes never left my face, as if he could peel back every secret I carried.

“You don’t belong in the cage I put you in,” he murmured.

Before I could respond, he stood and came around the desk. He stopped in front of me, looking tall and powerful. His fingers brushed my hair behind my ear with surprising gentleness. Then he cupped my face and claimed my lips.

The kiss was fierce, angry, like he was punishing both of us. I should have pushed him away. Instead, I kissed him back with a hunger that shocked me. My hands fisted in his shirt as our mouths moved together, hot and desperate.

He kissed me deeper,his  tongue sliding against mine in a passionate battle. His hands roamed greedily, grabbing my ass, pulling me hard against his growing erection. He nibbled on my earlobe, then trailed hot kisses down my neck. When his thumbs brushed over my nipples through the thin fabric of my nightgown, I moaned softly, my body aching for more.

Luciano growled low in his throat. In one swift move, he lifted me and carried me to his massive bed. He laid me down and stripped my nightgown off, leaving me completely bare under his burning gaze.

My thighs trembled. My pussy throbbed with raw need. I could feel myself growing wetter, warm slickness coating my folds.

He took my hand and wrapped it around his thick, hard cock. “Touch me,” he commanded, voice hoarse.

I stroked him softly at first, feeling him pulse and grow even harder in my palm. He groaned, then slapped my hand away gently. He spread my legs wide apart, exposing me completely.

“Look at how wet you are for your captor,” he rasped.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me.

I screamed. The sharp pain of losing my virginity mixed with overwhelming pleasure. The soundproof walls swallowed my cries as he began moving hard, deep, his relentless strokes making my back arch off the bed.

“Fuck… so tight,” he growled, pounding into me faster.

Pleasure built rapidly. I tugged desperately at the sheets, moaning loudly with every thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

“Luciano…” I gasped his name like a prayer and a curse.

He fucked me like a man possessed — raw, intense, and almost angry. Sweat slicked our bodies. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. My moans turned into broken cries as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I came hard, my walls clenching tightly around him.

Only then did he let go. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside me, his body shuddering with release.

For a few moments, the only sound was our heavy breathing, then the cold returned.

Luciano pulled out and rolled away from me. Without looking at me, he said in a flat voice, “Leave.”

The words stung sharper than they should have. I gathered my nightgown with trembling hands and slipped out of his room, my legs still weak.

Back in my own room, I washed the streaks of blood from my thighs in the shower. The warm water could not wash away the shame… or the confusing ache between my legs. I crawled under the blanket, feeling forever changed.

I had given my virginity to my captor.

And something dangerous had awakened between us.

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The next morning, Luciano walked past me in the hallway like I was invisible. His face was cold as stone. He didn’t even glance my way. It hurt more than I wanted to admit.

But later that morning, I found a file waiting on the small desk in my room. No note. No explanation. Just documents marked with red.

That was how Luciano Cortez summoned people.

I studied the papers carefully. The numbers did not add up. Someone was stealing from him through false shipping invoices. By the time guards came for me, I had marked the leaks and rewritten the projections.

When I entered his private office, several men in suits sat around the long table. Carmen Ruiz stood to Luciano’s right, watching me with sharp, distrustful eyes.

“Speak,” Luciano commanded.

I placed the file on the table and slid it toward him. “Your oil subsidiary is losing money through fake transport fees. Three accounts. Two men are involved.”

One man scoffed. “That’s impossible.”

Luciano flipped through the pages slowly. The room was dead silent.

Finally, he looked up at me. “Solution?”

“Shut the accounts quietly. Change the transport company. If you confront them now, you’ll scare the others away.”

Carmen stepped forward. “You expect us to trust a servant with this?”

I met her gaze without flinching. “Check the numbers yourself.”

Luciano’s lips twitched slightly. That was the closest thing to approval I had seen.

“Leave us,” he ordered.

The men filed out. Carmen stayed a second longer, jaw tight, before obeying.

Once we were alone, Luciano stood and walked toward me slowly.

I couldn’t hold back. “You slept with me last night, then acted like I don’t exist. How can you do that?”

He stopped inches away from me. “That was a mistake.”

“Yes,” I replied quickly, lifting my chin. “It was.”

He studied my face for a long moment, searching for fear or regret. He found neither.

“You will work directly under me from now on,” he said. “No one touches you without my permission.”

My chest tightened with anger and something warmer. “And if I refuse?”

“You won’t.”

He was right. I had no real choice.

I nodded once. “Then I’ll do the job properly.”

That earned me a longer, darker, more intense look.

Later, as I walked down the corridor, Carmen blocked my path.

“You’re either very brave or very stupid,” she said quietly. “Men like Luciano destroy women like you.”

I held her stare. “I’m not like most women.”

She studied me for a second, then said, “That’s exactly what worries me.”

That night, I worked until my eyes burned. Luciano checked on me twice. He didn’t speak. He simply stood in the doorway, watching me in silence.

His presence lingered long after he left.

I couldn’t sleep again.

Because deep down, I knew something dangerous had begun. And once Luciano Cortez set his focus on something or someone, he never let it go.