No. No. No, I screamed in my head. Not now. Please not now.
But it was too late.
Instead of Alessio…
I saw Alberto.
All I felt was pain as my body and heart shattered in a million pieces.
Tears blinded my vision as my body froze. Alberto’s words invaded my mind. His evil smiles, his face as he took me repeatedly against my will…they all crashed around me.
Such a perfect moment it was, and now I was back to the nightmare that blinded me.
Alessio thrust again inside of me, oblivious to what was happening deep inside my soul.
Alessio’s groans were replaced by Alberto’s groans and grunts of pleasure.
My body ached, my heart squeezed so tight in my chest that I gasped for air…for mercy.
I felt myself going numb, my body and mind slowly closing down. It hurt so much. I was bleeding from the inside. The pain was like thousands of sharp knives against my skin.
All I saw and felt was Alberto. He was the one moving inside of me, thrusting, pounding relentlessly inside of me.
Please, I begged. Make it go away.
As the numbness took over my body, I left this world. I was no longer here. I was gone. My spirit vanished, broken in a thousand pieces.
Chapter 47
Alessio
Thrusting a second time inside Ayla, I groaned. Fuck, she was so tight. I didn’t think I could hold on much longer and I was barely inside of her for a few seconds.
She was so responsive when I ate her pussy. When she came, I thought I was going to lose it right there like a fucking horny teen.
I was about to push back inside when I noticed her eyes. They were filled with tears and I saw the change right in front of me. Her beautiful green eyes slowly went blank…numb.
And that was when I realized that she was frozen underneath me.
“Ayla?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
But she didn’t answer.
My heart stuttered almost painfully in my chest at the sight beneath me. She stared up at me like she wasn’t seeing me. Like I wasn’t even there.
Oh no, no, no, I chanted in my head, quickly pulling my cock from her wet heat.
“Ayla?” I tried again, my hands shaking as I brought it up to her face, softly caressing her cheeks.
She flinched away from me and a single tear slipped from her eye, falling down her cheeks, leaving a single wet trail. And that sight broke my heart. It exploded until my body went numb with pain and anger.
Ayla rolled on her side, bringing her knees up to her chest as she curled into herself. She sobbed quietly.
Rubbing a hand over my face, I felt something wet on my cheeks. Fuck, I sat on my ass as my tears unashamedly ran down my cheeks.
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be true. Not to my Ayla. Not my sweet beautiful Ayla.
Not my angel.
“Ayla,” I whispered, moving closer to her, desperately trying to bring her back to me but she whimpered in fear and pain. She made a wounded sound and curled tighter into her body. I stopped any movement, my heart splintering open at her pain.
Bringing a trembling hand up, I placed it over my mouth as I choked back my tears.
The darkness settled around us, throwing us back into the pit of pain.
Closing my eyes, I sank my head in my hands.
I didn’t want to believe it.
I didn’t want to believe that my Ayla had to go through this pain.
But as much as I hated to admit it, as much as I wished it wasn’t true…
My guess was right all along.
Ayla had been raped.
Chapter 48
I wanted to pound that bastard’s face. Whoever he was, he would pay in the worst way possible.
The signs were right there in front of my eyes. I saw them. All of us saw them but we didn’t want to think the worst. We didn’t want to believe that Ayla had gone through this.
But I knew what she had been through. My cold, unfeeling, fucking heart felt it. Her pain.
Ayla’s small body was shaking violently with her cries. And as she curled herself tighter and buried her face in the pillow, my chest grew tighter. My heart ached at the sight of her looking so broken.
But apart from the searing pain filling my chest, I felt immense fury. Deep anger and resentment at the bastard who has brought tears to her eyes.
He was a dead man walking. I was going to get my hands on him soon. But not before torturing him until he would beg me for his own death. And then I would gladly send him to hell.
But at that moment, what mattered most was Ayla.
I would let my anger out later. I would spill blood later.
I couldn’t let the monster out yet. I had to rein in the need to kill.