NATALIA'S POV
My head ached, it felt like a thousand arrows were piercing through it, all at once.Groaning, I kept my eyes shut, trying to let the pain flicker away as I racked my brain for what happened. But the more I tried, the blurrier the images in my head became. Until I finally mustered up the courage to open my eyes, and when I did, it all rushed back.Leandro. His threats. Being hauled into the car and then…I slept! Who sleeps in the middle of something so serious?Breathing heavily, I panicked as I looked around my surroundings. Thoughts of my sick father reeled into my head almost immediately, doubling my panic.God, I really hope he's safe!Running definitely wasn't the best option right, I was sure Leandro probably had his men holding my father at gunpoint, ready to pull the trigger at his command.I don't know how I knew this, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that my assumptions were correct.When the door creaked open to reveal Leandro shirtless with just pants on, casually strolling into the room, I jerked from the bed immediately.“I see you're making yourself comfortable,” he teased, each step bringing him closer to me. “You know I expected the sedative to keep you sleeping for an even longer time.”Sedative? That explained a lot, there's no way I would have been stupid enough to sleep off in the middle of being kidnapped.He pulled out an unlit cigar from his breast pocket and stretched it towards me.“Do you care for this?” he asked blandly.I shook my head, clutching the bedspread like my life depended on it. “No, thank you.”Fear rimmed my lids immediately he retreated the cigarette, lit it up, and stretched it at me again.“Are you sure?”I shook my head again. “Yes” my voice sounded more confident this time around.A sonorous laughter tore from his throat, sending chills down my spine.By now, he was standing right in front of me, his broad shoulders towering above mine. My heart pounded faster in my chest when his face contorted into a frown.I took a step backward, huddling myself deeper into the nearest wall.“I get it, you're mad, you're pissed off, but jus…” my voice trailed off when a huge lump formed out of fear, in my throat. But when I regained my stance, I continued. “Just hear me out.”He scoffed, and with one forceful pull, drew me closer to himself. I gulped hard and darted my eyes away from his.“Save it,” he growled, and the next thing I felt was his fist slamming into my belly, not once, not even twice.I yelped and tried to scurry away, but he pulled me closer to himself and slammed my head against the wall.Tears stung my eyes as I choked out, “please….just hear me out.”He needed to hear me out. He had to. I wasn't the only one involved in this. Yes, I enjoyed robbing him, particularly because of the little disagreement we had after I stepped out of the hospital, but I didn't do it alone and shouldn't be subjected to bearing the fall alone.His fists slammed into my belly again, and this time blood gushed out of my lips, cascading freely down my neck, painting red the hoodie I had on.Sweat dripped down my face as I cried out. Leaning forward, he snapped my wrists to the side, making my fingers spasm with reckless pain. I yelped and tried to scurry away from him, but his iron grip on my wrists pulled me back to the position he had me in.When the door bursts open and two huge men with dark shades entered the room, a feeling of dread washed over me. With hazy eyes, I matched my eyes to Leandro's, wondering what next was going to happen.But then, the feeling that it wasn't going to be something good nudged at me, filling me with a determination to face whatever was coming my way.For myself and for my dad.Before I could blink, both men held me up and dragged me to the bed. I couldn't even struggle, not after being punched multiple times in the stomach.They tied my hands and legs to the bedpost, and after they were done, they glanced at Leandro. With a curt nod, he signalled them to leave and they did at the speed of light.“The universe is funny, don't you think?” he questioned, after a moment of silence between us, drawing in on the cigar and letting out the smoke.He let out a dark huff and strode to the bedside where I was tied.“7 months ago, you stole what wasn't yours, thinking you could get away with it just because you had a damn mask on.” he snarled.The intensity in his eyes had me trembling. “It wasn't an intentional act, I needed money and my bos–” I countered.“Let me guess,” he cuts in, taking a seat beside me. “He sent you to rob me?”“Y-y-yes, he s-s-said he was only g-gonna give me s-some money after I r-r-robbed you of every p-penny I could lay my hands on.” I choked out in between clots of blood in my mouth.He smiled. “I see”I spat out the blood, ready to let Giovanni’s skeletons out of the closet but the half baked words died on my tongue when Leandro reached up and swiped his hand roughly across my bottom lip into my hoodie.“First you steal from me, and now you lie? You really are something principessa,”“Yes, he–” I continued and tried to wiggle away his hand from getting closer to my breasts, but when his words replayed in my head again, I was forced to exclaim. “Wait! What? No no no no…. you're getting this all wrong, Giova–”My breath seized when I felt his fingers trace the line of my nipples. Anger immediately built beneath my fear.“Get your hands off me,” I yelled, my voice stern.A wicked smile appeared on his face and then like a ticking time bomb, his nails dug into the skin of my breast.I bit back the scream that was on my lips, I was done letting him take delight in watching me cower. I was a fighter, a survivor, always have been and always will be. I've survived worse before in the hands of men like him, if I could get through all what I went through in the past, I could definitely get through this too.He reached into his pockets and produced a small blade. My eyes widened at the sight of the blade, was he about to skin me alive?As if he could read my mind, he said. “Not yet…”“Okay” I whispered, feeling relieved and tried to sit up on the bed but he shoved me back and lifted my chin with the tip of the blade.I froze.“The only reason why I'm being nice to you today is because our wedding is in 30 minutes. Think of this as my opening act” He growled, his voice low and even before striding away from the bedside.When he got to the door, he swerved around and flung the knife in my direction. I palpitated in fear, an image of the knife slicing through my body had already begun forming in my head until I heard him say, “The knife is beside you, untie yourself and come downstairs in 20 minutes”I said nothing and remained the way I was, eyes shut and toes curled, waiting to hear the sound of the door slamming shut. And when I did, the breath I didn't realize I was holding escaped my throat.Freeing myself was the least of my worries, what consumed my entire being was vengeance – making Giovanni suffer for his treachery. He would pay and pay dearly for his betrayal.And as for Leandro's money, every last cent would be repaid no matter what it took. I won't let a single damn dollar be left unpaid.Natalia's povAfter struggling for over 30minutes trying to zip up the white dress I picked from the enormous wardrobe in the room. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but frown the more over how pretty I looked with my disheveled hair and partially smudged makeup.Damnit! I'm supposed to look ugly! Not pretty! Thoughts of escaping reeled into my head, but where could I possibly escape to that Leandro won't find me? How far will I even be able to run? What about my dad?And to worsen it, he has my phone too. As disappointing as it is, it took me hours later after he had left to remember that I had my phone before he dragged me into his car.I sighed and fell back on the bed, feeling totally hopeless.A rattling from the corner of the bed made my heart stumble violently. Last I checked I was the only occupant in this room, so what's that noise I'm hearing?It sounded like someone was cutting off the wires in a signal fetcher. Suddenly a familiar voice cut through
Natalia's pov I've never wanted to disappear as badly as at when I saw the look in Leandro's face, the fleeting pain in my head suddenly becoming the least of my worries. “He was ju–” I began explaining but he shoved me aside and threw a punch at the handsome stranger in his face, multiple times. The man who looked confused as hell tried to block Leandro's punches but Leandro was swifter and faster than he was, Each blow Leandro landed on his chin had me palpitating in fear. “Please…stop” I pleaded, reaching for Leandro's arms but he shoved me aside again and shot me a very deadly glare.I swallowed and stepped back like the obedient kitten I had suddenly been subjected to. Leandro finally stopped punching him when blood started splattering out of his nose and mouth. “Get yourself another pussy to run your mouth to, this one's taken already!!” Leandro snarled before stalking away from the man whose face was partly covered in blood, pulling me along with him to god knows where.
LEANDRO'S POVStay calm Leandro. Stay calmThe voice in my head repeated over and over again as I made my way out of the room.Smoke curled in the air when I permed out a cigar from my breast pocket and litted it up. I picked it up between my fingers to my lips and inhaled a few drags.I almost lost control with Natalia, I let her stupid fucking A-list body get to me. Her fear at first which later materialized into sheer confidence had me piqued, the intensity in her deep almond blue eyes when they stared at me made my dick harden.Damnit! It was meant to be a torture session, I was supposed to torture her, not enjoy the sight of her plump breasts and crave to hear what her moans sounded like.It took a lot of restraint not to spread her thighs wide apart, ram my dick into her pussy and watch her pussy getting filled with my….Fuck! Get it together Leandro! I shook away the very thoughts that threatened to destroy my plans of breaking her. It's barely a day and she's already causing
NATALIA'S POVIt's been over hours and I still couldn't get over the steamy encounter I had with Leandro.After he had left me to deal with my horniness, I stayed for over 30 minutes still strapped to the table because he clearly didn't remember to unstrap me.It wasn't until I felt my body relax before I finally had the strength to call for help without sounding like a kitten. And guess who came to the rescue so fast?The same man I spoke to in the wedding hall, against Leandro's orders.I couldn't even look into his face, all through the period where he was taking off the straps from my hands and legs, my eyes were shut tightly. It wasn't until I felt him lift me off the table that I finally decided to open them and when I did, he was already at the door.“Where's your room?” That was the only thing I heard him say, at that point I was forced to stare at him and when I did, I noticed a glint of displeasure etched on his face.Who or what he was displeased at, I had no fucking idea.
NATALIA'S POVCandy quickly shoved me inside a box I hadn't realized was a wardrobe until I was inside. Immediately she banged the wardrobe door shut, I heard Giovanni's screams thunder inside the room, I couldn't resist not creaking the door open, slightly, to watch what was going to happen.“Madonna!” He cursed. “What happened to your faces?!”I couldn't see Candy, Desiree or Jasmine’s faces clearly but I was pretty sure they would be terrified. And I wouldn't judge or blame them for that, I was once a victim after all.“W-we had a little problem w-with…” Desiree stammered out.“With what?!” Giovanni cut in, “huh? What stupid explanation do all three of you have looking like Egyptian mummies?”“T-the makeup, sir Giovanni, the mak–” Jasmine answered, her voice was shaky but then it suddenly trailed off which I assumed was out of fear because Giovanni had started advancing towards her. I felt my blood boil to over a thousand degrees as the thought of Giovanni laying his sick hands on
NATALIA'S POV “Alright alright. I get it, you're a tough one but just hear me out okay? I've got money. Golds. Diamonds. Just name whatever you want and it will be all yours.” “Please Bella mia, come rock me. I'll pay you good. Good good money.” The air around me thundered with the words of horny assed men who probably had girlfriends or wives waiting for them in their respective homes.I was sitted at the bar section, trying my best to ignore their lustful gazes and their empty words which couldn't hold water. All that was etched on my mind was Jasmine's revelation. It kept replaying over and over again in my head. After Candy, Desiree and Jasmine were done wiping the makeup patches off their faces. Candy who had quickly noticed my foul mode afterwards, suggested maybe drinking would help calm my nerves and clear my thoughts.I was hesitant at first but she pressed on, until I finally gave in to her demands. She had escorted me out of the dressing room to the bar and left me minut
LEANDRO'S POV My heart slammed in my chest, my blood roaring straight to my veins. Those fucking bastards had the nerve to touch her, they ripped apart her clothes and was ready to claim what wasn't theirs.I should have done more than break their legs, those pricks deserved a good beating. With knives and guns and….Dammit! So many ideas in my head, all going to go to waste now. It's too late already.A growl escaped me as I lifted her from the backseat of the car. Our ride back to the mansion was a blur but she had fallen fast asleep, her soft breaths fanning against my cold skin.When my eyes dropped to her chest to see it bare, the bra she wore barely concealing her nipples all thanks to those bastards once again, I felt my rage doubling.Groaning, I yanked away the sit covers from inside the car and wrapped it firmly around her body. Four eyes was enough. More would run me mad.As I carried her to her room, memories of the CCTV footage I had seen earlier which was the primary rea
NATALIA'S POVI wasn't so sure what I was doing, but what I did know was that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I saw in his eyes, the way he looks at me so ravishingly, like he wanted to tear me apart but was holding back for some reason, his lingering touch on my skin even after he'd pulled away. He's a monster, Natalia. Fight back! My inner self yelled at me, but I was too dazed to listen, too horny to care. And I hated how my body trembled under his touch, how firmly my insides gripped around his fingers as they worked their magic in me. Fuck. I wish I had full control over my body, to tell it who to get horny for and whom not to, but I don't.I fucking don't! And that shit pisses me off.I bit my bottom lip and ran my fingers all over his chest. Hate sex was like nothing else, and my desire for him clearly wasn't going away anytime soon. I'm quite sure I won't be freed anytime soon, so what's the worst that could happen? I might as well make the most of it… right? R