ALESSIA'S POV:
Cesare grabbed my hand and pushed me further inside. The door slammed. The sound shot through me.
"I'm fucking talking to you, Alessia."
I stared at him. My throat closed.
"I didn't do anything," I snapped.
"Do you know what that bastard would have done if we hadn't found you?" He jabbed a finger at me. "Just take a look at you."
He nodded at my ripped dress.
A laugh slipped out of me. I didn't even know why.
His eyes flashed. It scared me a little. "What's funny?"
"So now you care what happens to me?" My voice shook. "You dragged me to that stupid party to… to… humiliate me in front of your sluts."
"What makes you think," he said slowly, "I didn't take you there to show you off as my latest slut collection?"
Before I could think, my hand moved. It cracked across his cheek. The sound echoed. I pulled it back fast, staring at it.
He rubbed the mark, then chuckled.
"I… I…" I stuttered.
He stepped closer. I stepped back. My heart thudded faster with every inch until my back hit the wall.
"How dare you?" he yelled, hand coming up.
I squeezed my eyes shut. The blow never landed. Instead, the wall shook.
"Look at you," he hissed. "Pathetic little kitty trying to act free, huh? I'll show you what the price of freedom costs. Traitors like you can't afford it."
"I'm not a traitor…" I argued.
He moved fast, caught the fabric at my chest, yanked. It tore. Cold air hit my skin.
"Cesare, please… what are you doing?" I tried to cover myself.
"Showing you that I, Cesare Alejandro Marchetti, own you, Alessia."
He looked at me, eyes running over me. The dress lay at my feet. I clutched my hands over my chest. His stare made my stomach twist hard.
He grabbed my wrists, pulled them off my breasts.
"You've been a bad girl, Kitty," he murmured. "And I'm going to punish you for it."
He spun me around, forcing my hands behind me.
A small shaky sound escaped my lips.
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CESARE'S POV:
I tied her hands to her back with the torn piece of clothing and pushed her forward towards the vanity.
"C–Cesare..." She stuttered, staggering.
"W–What are you," her voice hitched as I pushed the perfumes arranged on the table top and pressed her against it.
"I'm going to carve it into you," I yanked off the remaining pieces that stuck to her body, "I own you."
She gasped as I spanked her ass.
"I own all of this."
She turned her head sharply as I ripped the pants off and pressed a finger into her pussy.
"S–Stop..."
I grabbed her throat from the back and pushed her further against the table.
"You don't tell me what to do, slut." I snarled, pushing my finger deeper.
"Y–You're going," She struggled with her neck, "You're going to hurt me."
I pushed another finger in and quickened the pace at which I moved them.
She moaned, her body struggling beneath me.
"You... can't..."
"I can," I tightened my grip on her neck. She choked, her breath hitching with a moan.
"I can do whatever I want with my property." I moved my hand to grab her neck from the front and raised her head.
"This is my property." I lowered my head to hers as she looked at the mirror.
"Were you thinking of being fucked by the Benedetti bastard?"
She moaned louder as I moved my fingers faster.
"I... I didn't mean—"
"You didn't mean to whore yourself out?" I cut in, pressing a third finger in.
She gasped, tears forming on her eyes.
"I–I'm sorry..."
"You're not." I tightened my grip on her neck. "I'm going to punish you until you know your place."
She whimpered as I moved the fingers, her walls tightening around them.
"You're just a slut in my collection," I leaned in, "Nothing more."
I released her neck and pushed her on the table as I pulled my fingers out.
She stayed like that, whimpering as I unbuckled my trousers.
"You think he was going to fuck you as I'm about to?"
She turned her head towards my direction.
Her breath caught as I rammed my dick into her pussy, her walls tightening around me with a wet, sucking sound.
"C–Cesare..." She struggled with her hands behind her.
"I wasn't—"
She groaned as I started moving.
I grabbed her face,
"Look at yourself," I leaned in, moving slowly.
"Moaning like a paid slut."
My grip tightened as she tried to turn her face away. She bit the bottom of her lips and glanced at the mirror.
"Look at it." I thundered as she closed her eyes, pressing deeper. "This is what you are."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she opened her eyes and looked.
"The Ferraro slut— sold to save their skin."
She cried and moaned as I quickened my pace. Her walls held my dick tightly.
"No," I pulled out immediately,
"You don't get that."
"F–Fuck..." She muttered, bursting into fresh tears.
"Naughty girls don't get to cum." I mused, tightening my grip on her face.
She looked at me from the mirror— eyes swollen from crying.
I pushed two fingers into her pussy and moved them slowly bringing her to moan again.
She must be hating herself.
Being talked to like this and still moaning. Not that I care.
She cried louder as I moved my hands roughly without care.
"I–I'm sorry, Cesare..." She stuttered,
"I didn't—"
She gasped as I pushed deeper,
"You didn't mean to what?" I leaned in, moving rougher than before.
"I... I didn't mean," her voice hitched,
"to be naughty and—"
I removed my fingers as she tightened on them.
"Naughty and?"
"P–Please..." She wiggled her ass,
"I'll be good." She turned her face towards me slowly
"You'll be good?" I chuckled, bringing her face to my direction.
"I–I promise..." She murmured,
"J–Just let me... cum."
She broke into tears again, pressing her ass against me.
"Y–You're going to kill me."
"I don't care." I turned her face to the mirror, swallowing hard as I looked at her. The sight of her made my dick twitch uncontrollably
She moaned sharply as I thrust in.
Her walls throbbed crazily around my dick, sucking me in with each thrust.
I groaned, releasing my grip on her face as I pushed her down.
Her moans became louder as I thrusted.
"Just let me cum— please..." She begged, turning to me as I stopped midway,
"I'm yours. Only yours."
I chuckled and grabbed her neck, raising her face up.
"Of course you're mine."
I thrust faster, pushing toward my limit—and hers.
She screamed as she came, body jerking uncontrollably while I spilled into her.
I pulled out and let her collapse to the floor, trembling as she whimpered.
"Always remember— you're mine."
I buckled my trousers and turned to walk out.