I quickly pulled myself off his leg, which only made him smirk as he continued eating. A man dressed in black with dark shades entered the dining room and leaned in to whisper something into Luciano's ear. The guard left just as quietly, and I realized Luciano was preparing to go somewhere.
He shifted closer to me, his lips brushing against my neck like a hungry lion whose life depended on the taste of me. "I'll be back soon, love," he whispered against my ear before straightening and walking away.
The moment he was gone, I felt a wave of relief wash over me—finally, I could breathe again. Once he left, I picked up my spoon and began to eat, trying to steady my nerves with each bite.
Just then, I heard footsteps approaching. When I looked up, I saw a woman in her late fifties with short copper-colored hair and gentle green eyes. She smiled warmly at me.
"I guess you are Alena," she began.
"Umm, my name is Alena," I replied quickly, my words muffled by the potatoes still in my mouth. She let out a soft chuckle.
"I'm Jasmine, the butler of this house," she said, her smile deepening.
"Oh, nice to meet you, ma'am," I replied.
"Don't call me ma'am; everyone calls me Miss Jasmine." she said.
"Oh, nice to meet you then, Miss Jasmine," I replied, stretching my hands out.
She replied, reciprocating my greetings. "You too," she said kindly, taking my hand. Then, with a look of concern, she added, "I suppose you're done with your meal? She looked at the empty plates on the table.
She gave a small signal to the maids, who immediately stepped forward to clear the table.
"I think I'll go and rest now," I said softly.
"Of course," she replied with a nod. "Go on, dear."
After dinner, Arielle led me to my room. As soon as I stepped inside, memories flooded back — from the day I was sold to Don Giorgio to the moment I set foot in this mansion.
When I woke up, I found Arielle sitting by my side, dozing off. Trying not to wake me up, I quietly got out of bed, but the movement stirred Arielle awake.
"Where are you going, miss?" Arielle asks sleepily.
"To the restroom," Alena replies gently.
Arielle offered to help, but I politely refused. Respecting my wish, Arielle excuses herself and leaves the room to give me some privacy.
When she left, I decided to take a bath. As the warmth of the water wraps around me, my thoughts slip into the past — to the day I was sold, to everything I've lost, and to the unknown that still awaits. I can only pray this new beginning won't turn out darker than the one before.
When I was done, I stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around myself. But as I turned, I bumped into someone, a tall, silent figure. Looking up in shock, my eyes meet those of Luciano.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered, my voice soft
Luciano leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ears.
"Please don't do this."
He came closer, not answering my question, a dark laugh escaping his lips. My heart raced as his hand moved to my waist, pushing my back against his broad chest.
My towel slipped from my body, falling to the floor in a pool of fabric, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in front of him. His eyes were hungry, devouring my every move.
I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, the way his body seemed to tower over mine, pressing against me. His arousal was clear, and it made my stomach turn. He was enjoying my fear, feeding off it.
He leaned in even closer, his nose brushing against my damp skin. He inhaled deeply, his voice low and dark as he spoke.
"You smell so sweet," he murmured, the words sending a chill down my spine. "But not sweet enough to satisfy me."
His hand moved down my body slowly, his thumb circling my nipple. It hardened under his touch, and I couldn't stop it—my body betraying me, responding to him even though my mind screamed for me to resist.
The heat of his touch burned my skin, making me want to both pull away and melt into him at the same time. It was wrong, all of it was wrong, but my body didn't care.
"Please," I whispered again, my voice so quiet I almost didn't recognize it as my own.
But Luciano didn't stop. His touch became more insistent, his fingers brushing across my sensitive skin. The shame of it made me want to cry, but I forced myself to stay quiet—to not show him how much he affected me.
My eyes squeezed shut, my teeth sinking into my lower lip to stop the whimper that threatened to escape. Every part of me fought to push him away, to regain control. But his touch was like fire, searing through my defenses.
I wanted to fight, but I wasn't sure how long I could keep this up.
He chuckled darkly as he stepped closer, trapping me between his body and the cold wall.
"Your innocence is so charming," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing along my jawline, his eyes never leaving mine. His presence was overpowering, and I felt as if I couldn't breathe.
My heart beat faster, my breath shallow and uneven. His eyes burned with hunger as they locked on mine. In one swift motion, he stripped away the barrier between us, his gaze sharp and possessive like a predator cornering its prey.
Before I could react, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me out of the bathroom. The next moment, I hit the bed with a soft thud, my breath catching as he loomed over me.
Suddenly, two of his thick fingers slipped into my vagina. Pain ripped through me, sharp and blinding, forcing a cry from my lips. My body tensed, fighting against him, but he didn't stop.
His eyes stayed fixed on mine, cold and unreadable, watching every flicker of fear that crossed my face.
The agony was unbearable. I could feel my strength fading, my will slipping as his shadow loomed over me.
All I could think about was escape—but there was nowhere left to run. "You're so tight," he said, his voice filled with dark amusement.
His fingers moved inside me, gliding and circling, preparing me for what was to come. Inside me, he began to move his fingers inside me, a slow, deliberate motion that sent waves of pleasure through my body.
I clenched my teeth, my knuckles white as I gripped the bedsheets. I wanted to pull his fingers out, to end the violation, but his grip was too strong. His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it in a way that made her body betray her, sending sparks of pleasure to every part of my body.
He then added one more finger, stroking me gently like I was a valuable egg he didn't want to hurt. He started thrusting in and out of my vagina, sending a wave of pleasure and pain down every part of my body.
I bit my lip to hold the moan that threatened to escape, my nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms. "You are so tight, love," his eyes gleaming with pleasure. Haven't even started yet, and you're already crying." His voice was a whisper that seemed to echo through the room.
He took off his trousers and underwear, the moment heavy with silence. There was no lust in his eyes—only something fragile, almost tender.