Chapter 3: Give In

My breath came in labored, heavy gasps as I watched him lift his shirt. His muscles flexed with each movement, drawing my attention. His body was rugged and disproportionately large, muscles in all the right places. Heat flushed through me uncontrollably, igniting my entire being.

Vicenzo held my face, his gaze piercing, as if I were nothing more than prey in his eyes. "Listen to me, bellezza," he whispered. "I own you, baby. And I won't let you go. Not now, not ever."

Through gritted teeth, I asked, "W-Why are you doing this?"

"Because you belong to me."

"Don’t be absurd! Nobody owns me!" I yelled, frustration and anger bubbling up, but he only tightened his grip on my face, causing me to wince in pain.

"I do," he hissed, his glare intense, but it quickly softened into a smile. "You are mine, and I'll always ensure it stays that way. Do you understand?"

Shivers ran down my spine as I observed the emotions flickering across his face. There was no denying it; Vicenzo was disturbed.

"Just... just kill me already," I pleaded. "Have mercy and end my suffering—"

"SHUT UP!" he roared, releasing my face harshly. My head collided with the mattress, causing a sharp pain to shoot through me as Vicenzo panted heavily. "How dare you... tell me what to do? I can do as I please, and I don’t take orders from anyone!"

His anger was palpable, emanating a menacing aura. His darkened expression made me want to beg for mercy.

"You want to live, don’t you? That's why you let your useless parents control you, isn't it? Because you're desperate to survive?" he taunted.

My breath caught at his sudden question. I was left speechless.

It hadn’t occurred to me before, but now that he mentioned it, it felt like I’d been deluding myself. As much as I wanted to deny it, what he said was true. Wasn't my existence driven by the desire to please my parents? Wasn't it to survive?

To live, I had to obey them...

"That's what I thought," he murmured, wiping away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. I gazed into his blue eyes, seeing the reflection of my own pathetic form. "Marry me and bear my children, Bellezza. I'll provide for you."

But material wealth couldn’t fulfill my deepest desires. As an adopted child, what I truly craved was not riches, but family... love. And I doubted he was capable of providing that.

"Let’s just get this over with," I whispered in defeat.

Vicenzo smirked, eliciting a mix of horror and anticipation within me.

"Very well. I'll be gentle."

As his lips met mine, I held my breath, closing my eyes. His touch was soft, tender, drawing me into his kiss. He explored my lips with gentle kisses, nibbles, and sucks, his hands exploring my body. A sudden rush of heat flooded me, especially as his hand caressed my breast through the fabric of my dress. A moan escaped me involuntarily.

Hearing my reaction, his lips curled into a smirk.

Slowly, he massaged my breast, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. Simultaneously, his tongue explored my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I tried to push him away as I struggled for breath, but he persisted, his lips trailing from mine down to my neck.

My back arched as he nibbled and sucked on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I was so sensitive, each touch driving me closer to the edge. I couldn’t help but moan, encouraging him to continue. His hands pulled down the top of my dress, exposing my skin to his touch. His touch felt dominating, possessive, as if he were made for this moment.

"No..." I muttered, struggling to catch my breath. I was panting, my heart pounding in my chest.

He pulled back, teasingly. "No, what?" he taunted. "Should I stop?"

I bit my lip, suppressing the urge to smack him for teasing me. Did he really think I had the self-restraint to withstand this?

"I guess I'll have to find out for myself," he said, before his mouth found my nipple, his fingers slipping beneath my panties to touch my wet folds.

"Oh, my god!" I gasped, surprised by the sudden sensation coursing through me. I felt overwhelmed, as if I were possessed. I grabbed his hair, arching my back as his lips worked on my nipples, his fingers teasing my clit. "V-Vicenzo... ah... oh..." I moaned, my vision blurring as pleasure consumed me. My breath hitched, my heart racing.

Vicenzo then trailed his kisses from my neck to the valley between my breasts, down to my flat stomach, and finally to my aching core. I barely noticed as he discarded my clothes, his mouth finding my wet and pulsing clit, while he inserted his finger into my soaking and tight entrance.

I gasped as pleasure overtook any remaining rational thought.

“You taste so good, bellezza,” he murmured. “Do you enjoy this, baby? Do you like it when I pleasure you?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine as he continued his ministrations.

“P-Please, Vicenzo…” I pleaded, unable to bear his teasing.

“Tell me, bellezza,” he demanded.

“Hmm… oh, god,” I moaned. My mind clouded with the overwhelming sensation he brought upon me. It felt new yet undeniably pleasurable, filling me with guilt. How could I enjoy being toyed with by him, a monster? But he showed no intention of stopping until I succumbed to his commands. Vicenzo relentlessly thrust his finger in and out, his lips and mouth working their magic on my sensitive pearl. I moaned so loudly that passersby might have heard, but I didn't care. Lost in pleasure, I clutched at the bedsheets, arching my back, my thighs shaking and wrapping around him. I was consumed by bliss. Yet suddenly, Vicenzo cruelly withdrew his finger, leaving me yearning for the climax that was almost within reach.

“Please…” I cried out, meeting his gaze.

“Answer me.”

“N-No… please…”

“Use your words, bellezza.”

“I w-want… it…” I whispered, utterly lost in the pleasure of the moment. Despite feeling like I was making excuses for my actions, deep down, I knew what I wanted. “Don’t stop, please… Vicenzo, I-I… I want you.”