Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

I can’t hold back my disgust. “I would rather die.”

He laughs. “I think you would. But, to answer your question, my wife died of cancer.”

I shake my head. “I doubt that. See, after spending so much time with your family for this long, one thing I know is when you lie.”

He frowns as he walks over to where I sit on the ground.

I glare at him.

And then he punches me in the face. My head whips to the side.

I turn back to look at him and spit the blood filling my mouth out at him. Whatever happened to his wife, it wasn’t cancer.

“Now, where was I? Oh, yes, determining a winner of my twisted game. If I recall, the game is tied three to three. Each of you has won equally. You’ve both shown me just how powerful of a leader of this family you can be when it comes to taking debts from those who deserve it. But, today, I have one final test for you.”

I suck in a breath, not liking where this is going.

Enrico walks back to me and kicks me hard in the stomach for no reason. I grab my stomach that feels like I’ve just been hit by a car. I cry out from the amount of pain that I feel radiating throughout my body. Tears fall, and I can’t do a damn thing to stop them.

Enrico laughs, and his sons stand, frozen, acting like I’m not even here. Maybe I’m not. Maybe this is all my imagination. Maybe I’m already dead.

Please, let me be dead.

“For your first test, show me how much control you have over her,” Enrico says to his sons.

They nod like they knew this was coming. Is this how all the other women’s lives ended? In a twisted game like this? Or did some of the women find a way to stop the game before it got to this?

Matteo starts walking toward me, his eyes focused on me. I don’t know what he’s going to make me do. Or try to make me do. But, as he walks toward me, he winks.

I don’t react, pretending like I didn’t see it because I’m not sure I did. I try to think what it could mean. But I don’t have a clue.

Matteo stops walking when he’s standing, towering, in front of me. He looks down at me, and for a second, I can see a hint of the playful Matteo in his eyes.

“Suck me, slave,” he says, commanding me.

He never uses the word slave. He never commands me. He always gives me a choice.

It doesn’t take me long to realize that he is putting on a performance for his father. I don’t know if this performance involves keeping me safe or not, but at least, it will buy me more time. I don’t mind sucking his dick. I just don’t want to do it in front of all these people. But it might be the last pleasant thing I ever experience.

I keep my eyes locked on Matteo as I raise my aching arms to his pants. I roughly undo the button and zipper until I reach inside and pull out his cock. I pretend like no one else is there as I wrap my mouth around his cock and suck. I can hardly move my head at all; my head hurts so much. But it doesn’t matter. I’m doing what Matteo

says, and within seconds, Matteo shoots his load down my throat.

I quickly pull away, and Matteo puts his dick back in his pants as he walks back over to where his brother stands.

Enrico smiles at his son.

Disgusting.

Arlo steps forward and starts walking toward me while I swallow down Matteo’s cum, prepared to take Arlo’s cum as well. But, when he approaches me, he gives me no sign that he is on my side, like Matteo did. In fact, even though he is looking at me, it’s more like he is staring through me.

When he gets to me, he doesn’t command me like Matteo did. Instead, he picks up my broken body and throws me over his shoulder. My whole body screams as he touches me and carries me to the bed. He tosses me down like I’m nothing. I close my eyes, wishing I could become nothing.

Arlo undoes his pants, and I watch as his cock hardens before my eyes. He sits up on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

“Strip and then fuck me, slave.”

I defiantly stare into his eyes. I don’t have the strength to stand, yet he wants me to fuck him. He’s insane. But I see the hardening in his eyes, and I know it’s what he wants. I don’t know if he is on my side like Matteo is, but I can’t take a chance that he’s not.