I turn around, betrayal moving through me as I look at him and he must see it in my eyes because he quickly looks away from me.
“Just go,” he mutters and the hurt in his voice is loud and clear.
He’s just as mad as Giovanni about what I did. And while he may not directly hand you my punishment, he isn’t going to be against it. He thinks I deserve it.
I move out of his hold, trying to hold my head high as I make my way down the stairs that Giovanni disappeared down.
The lights are on and I can already hear him tinkering around with something.
I made the decision to go to the club with Lucia and I got drunk. I let that man touch me and I knew that there would be repercussions, now I need to meet my fate with my held high.
Giovanni is standing in the middle of the room beside a metal table. There’s chains hanging above the table and just below its legs as well, the shackles attached to a hook on the ground.
“Come,” he says again, keeping the word short.
Vito moves over to the corner, leaning against the wall with his hands folded over his chest.
I move over to Givoanni, but apparently I’m not moving quick enough because he reaches out, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking me to him. Pain rips across my scalp as he drags me over to the table by my hair, slinging me down onto it. My head thuds against the metal.
“Stand up,” he orders as if he hadn’t just tossed me like a rag doll.
I stand up straight, watching as he pulls a knife from his pocket.
Fuck, he’s going to stab me to death.
But he only presses the knife to the neck of my dress before pulling it forward, ripping the dress down the middle. He pulls it apiece with his hands the rest of the way. He tosses the pieces of fabric to the ground, leaving me bare.
I wrap my arms around myself.
He reaches out, pulling my hand away from me. “Don’t cover yourself. You weren’t worried about doing so when you were dancing against a complete stranger, like a little slut.”
My jaw clenches and I drop my hands. I still have on my bra and panties but I feel so exposed with his attention focused solely on me, and knowing that Vito is watching from the corner.
“Why did you think there wouldn’t be any repercussions?” he asks.
I look down at the ground but he jerks my head back up forcefully, a strain entering my neck. “I didn’t.”
“You didn’t?” he asks in shock. “So, you knew that you would pay for this, but you didn’t care?” He shakes his head. “I knew I was being too easy, too soft with you. But now, now I have no choice but to show you that you belong to me and anything you do without my permission will result in severe consequences.”
I watch, frozen as he reaches up, grabbing ahold of the chains. He snaps the shackles around my wrists and there’s enough slack that I can place my hands by my sides, but the chains are heavy, pulling at my skin.
Giovanni reaches forward, ripping my bra right off. A slap rings through the air at the same time that pain rips through my chest. Giovanni raises his hand again and this time I have no choice but to watch as he slaps my breast.
I wince, crying out.
“You want to be a whore, then that's what I’ll treat you like.”
He spins me around, forcing me forward until I have no choice but to lean against the table.
He kicks my legs apart a moment before he tears my panties off of me. Pain bites into my skin from the rough pulling.
The shackles pull tight against my wrists as the chains rattle.
I go absolutely still when I feel the cool blade of the knife against my skin. “You’re lucky I’m not my brother, or I’d cut my name right into your back as I fuck you. But blood isn’t a turn on for me.” The knife clatters to the ground as he tosses it. “But pain most definitely is.”
I let out a shout as he thrust his dick right into my pussy, no prep or warning.
I whimper, trying to adjust to the size of him. I realize I’ve never actually seen his cock before, but from the way my walls stretch and ache, it’s clear he isn’t small.