Theirs To Ruin (Short Story)

“Good girl.’’ Domenico’s voice echoed in the darkness of the room. Before I could utter a word, the vibrator slammed down onto my slick center, accompanied by the firm, relentless pressure of his fingers spreading my heat wide. My breath caught in my throat. My body trembled intensely. I broke. My back arched off the leather table so hard my spine nearly snapped, a high, shattered shriek tearing from my throat as the delayed climax finally hit me like a freight train. Spasms ripped through my lower belly, wave after wave of intense, blinding friction washing over my brain until my vision turned completely white. My thighs trembled violently against the leather restraints, my whole body shaking uncontrollably as the release washed over me. Yet as the peak slowly receded, leaving my skin drenched in sweat and my chest heaving, a hollow, bitter ache remained deep inside me. I wanted more… not just their fingers or the slow, arousing whispers but both of them buried deep inside me until I couldn’t breathe. Even though I still hated them. **** Bella was taken from her home by three ruthless Mafia brothers as collateral for her father's debt. There was just one problem. Her father didn't care whether she lived or died. And Bella was nothing like the frightened, obedient girl they expected. She is defiant, sharp-tongued, and impossible to break, she refuses to bow to the men who think they own her. Every act of her resistance only fuels their obsession, turning a simple debt collection into a dangerous game of control, and desire. Now the brothers must decide whether to use her, kill her or protect the one woman capable of bringing them to their knees.