I grit my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I whimper. Giovanni’s hand wraps around my throat holding me still as he continues to thrust into me. The metal of the table is cool against my bare skin, and I heave in a deep breath as he slams into me even harder.
“I should have done this the first night I brought you here,” he claims, leaning forward and pressing his full body weight against my back, pinning me down. “Reminded you that your place is to be my property and no one else’s.”
His hand tightens around my throat and I gasp, trying to bring my hands up to stop him but the shackles yank them right back before I can.
“And you went out on the town, letting other people put their hands on you. Well, just know that those hands are now being cut off.”
I go completely still.
Giovanni lets go of my throat, pressing my head down against the table now. The metal cools my cheek. He pauses inside of me. “That’s right, your mistakes have consequences for others, Winter. Next time, keep that in mind when you want to go out acting like a dumb slut.”
He pulls out, slamming all the way back in me.
My body is betraying me, wetter now as he continues to move inside of me and growing more aroused by the second. The pain is crossing the line into pleasure.
My gaze snaps up, my eyes landing on Vito. He’s still in the corner of the room, just as still as before. His eyes are locked in on me and as they meet mine, I don’t miss the fire in them.
Giovanni pulls my hair and I can’t help but to cry out as the roots are pulled. “This is just the start, Winter. Next time, it will be worse. I’ll make sure that every inch of your body hurts. Do you understand me?”
I try to find the words to speak but they escape me.
He pulls out completely, flipping me around, my wrists twisting up above my head. I’m left to meet Giovanni’s cold gaze just as he sinks back into me. Now that I can see him, he still has his shirt on and it appears as if he hadn’t completely taken off his pants either, leaving them around his ankles.
“I said do you understand me, Winter?” he asks as he brutally forces himself into me.
“Yes,” I tell him.
I let out a mix of a whimper and moan a moment before Giovanni’s hand slams down on my mouth, silencing me. I gasp against his hand, saltiness coating my lips. His hand presses down harder until I can feel my lip split, the metallic taste of blood filtering into my mouth. My skull aches as it’s mashed against the unforgiving metal.
Giovanni gives one final thrust and I feel him empty his cum inside of me.
My chest moves rapidly, both in fear and untampered arousal as he pulls out of me. He doesn’t say anything and I close my eyes as I hear him pull his zipper up.
When I open my eyes again, he’s no longer in front of me and I twist my head in time to see him and Vito heading up the stairs. The lights go off and then I hear the door close as they leave me in the basement alone.