*Evangeline's POV*
My chest heaved as I struggled to see through the dimly lit red room,my nose succumbing to the smell of whiskey,musk and my own downfall.
Where am I?
I whimper helplessly,pulling at my hands,only to be met by the resistance from furred handcuffs securing me firmly on the bed.
I aim to move my legs next but I'm met with the same cursed fate and I now begin to feel the liquid heat forming at the corner of my eyes.
But heaven knows it's not fear I feel,nor is it safety I need–if I could just at least rub my things together,kill the ache,quench the thirst,anything.
Footsteps.
My heart stops to listen,and I recognise him at a concerning speed.
The steps are loud,calculated and arrogant,that's not what Luca sounds like…that's–
I desperately pull at the binds at my feet and like it has a mind of its own,it pulls harder,spreading my legs even wider,exposing my shame.
The shadow approaches and forms into a solid figure,every dark inch of him is defined,toned,dominant.
A cocky smirk pulls across his rugged features and he feasts his eyes on me,sending waves of heat down my veins and down my legs.
"Impatient are we?"
My nipples instantly harden at his vile Velvet voice and the wetness pools into my panties.
A leans down and a surprisingly gentle set of fingers traced down my stomach,over the swell of my breasts,the buds of my nipples and finally my throat,his touch igniting wild fire in its wake.
His eyes flashed at me as his hands fully wraps around my neck and tightens,forcing my mouth open for air that in my state,is more than a necessity.
Panic courses through me but my body,obviously untrained in the act of survival skills,rises up to him,waiting for more.
"You like that?"he cooed.
God,I hate this man.
"What are you doing here?" I managed through strained breath,searching in his eyes for an explanation of some sort.
"Would you rather I leave?"
I swallow and open my mouth to say something demeaning of him but I can't quite stop my loud anticipated breaths enough to communicate coherently.
So I look away,with something that felt loudly like shame,a man that I despise shouldn't have this much control over me. My carnal desires shouldn't be his to please,he shouldn't even have the right to touch me with those hands and have the audacity to be good at it.
His free right hand starts to run down my body as well,but this one is headed for the lower body and I know now and then that I will run mad right then and there.
I whimpered as the heat of his fingers made contact with my already swollen pussy lips,a finger rubs down in an aching sensual slow,introducing me to another feral level of greed that thrusts my hips,begging for penetration.
"Look at me."he said,the command leaving no room for resistance. "I want to see how much I repulse you."
I shut my eyes defiantly he withdraws his hand,sending a near scream out my lungs.
I understand exactly how recovering addicts feel in that moment,whatever pride,shame,dignity that had been left of me,left along with his hand.
"Please."I beg.
"You listen to me."he says,his gaze holding mine with manic calm,acting like he wasn't the same devil driving out of my senses. "Are we clear?"
I stared back at him,weighing how much pride I had left in me,whatever it was,it was too little to overshadow what demon had possessed me.
So I carefully nod.
He raises an eyebrow,demanding an answer.
My head bobbed up and down in agreement–not obedience.
"Words."he whispered,his grip on my neck firming."Use your words,Santarella."
"Y–ye–"my stammering catches me off guard and I glance away but quickly turns back immediately,afraid he will inflict more punishment. "Yes.."
"Eyes on me."His hand returned to my pussy,rubbing it slowly.
"Yes."I moaned.
"Aw,My pretty little hypocrite."he slurred,two fingers entering me,filling me up with an increased roughness that sent my loud pathetic moans echoing across the room.
I gasp awake at my phone's ringtone gradually increasing by the minute.
I looked at the lit screen at the bottom of the lamp and scurried towards it,half awake and half sane.
Luca's name glares at me and a bitter taste fills my mouth and I stare blankly at the phone,very vivid scenes of Vincenzo rushing through my head.
Loud remnants of the feelings were still lodged as tears at the corner of my eyes and I was the pulsating mess down there.
I pull on my legs and I'm almost disappointed that I can,but soon relief waters down the heat in my chest,it was just a dream.
Panic fills me in the immediate second. I had a wet dream–of Vincenzo.
"God,help me."
The phone buzzed louder,persistent for attention.I blinked to reality and swiped the green icon to answer the call.
"Luca."
"Good morning darling,"he says,with ritualistic cadence.
"Morning."I say in a quick breath,collecting the properties of the strange room,but I recognise it from the dream.
"You took a while to pick up."Luca noticed.
"Yeah,"I push hair off my face."Sorry,I–I was deep in sleep."
A moment of silence followed,Luca has been tense since I told him my situation,but he had also been-and God bless him,very supportive(which was honestly so shocking given he is literally on the other side of the law)
But our disconnect was inevitable,I had carefully excluded details about my background,put him in a difficult position with his job and now wanted him to run off with me.
I don't even know why he's putting up with it.
I sense a quiet drift but that's only normal but we love each other and we'll get through it and this passing wreck in our lives will be done soon—are my panties wet for Christ's sake?
"Are you okay?"he asked softly.
"Yes,yes,I'm fine."
"Hm"he said,worried,though you'd have to know his voice well to catch it.
Not a lot of things can break Luca's calm so my lie must have been too transparent. I push the hair off my face absently.
"I was beginning to worry,with how the situation is,you have to promise I can get access to you or else,I'm simply going to track you and come over there."
"No."I shook my head. "I am actually fine, you don't have to put yourself at risk,I was just asleep."
"We have to be careful Evangeline,for bugs in the house and all that–you know right?"
"Marlene brought people to check last night,there were none."
I shifted my legs and a wave of shame descended on my body.I felt dirty.I might as well have cheated on Luca with these thoughts,but the greatest betrayal wasn't even for him,but myself.
Luca started a lecture about security and being on high alert but my mind is no longer with me.
I needed a deep cleansing bath with hot water and anointing oil.
"Can I call you later?" I asked.
"Mhm" He sounded disappointed but he didn't verbalise it. "Sure,sure-it's risky talking so much anyway."
"I love you."
"I love you too Evangeline. Take care of yourself."
The call dropped and I returned to my self-scolding.
I had let myself down,reduced to one of his many whores-and I had no doubt that had he been here,I would have finalized my doom with him.
Well–not really.
This was just a dream,questionable yes but I'm sure coupled with ovulation and all the rumours about his bedroom life flying around,I was sure to wonder.
It's just a dream,I consoled myself. Nothing more.
I'm not having these thoughts cause I wish it happens–I am having cause I fear it will happen.
And that's a false fear because and I are going far away from here.
I crawled out of bed and attempted to salvage my soul with that shower and prayer.
Another call came in.
I glanced at the caller ID and rolled my eyes.
"Marlene."I begin firmly,picking the call."First I have to be locked up at home and now I have to be locked in my wedding gift–is dad even doing anything?"
"Evangeline…"she calls calmly.
"No,seriously."I added,channeling my frustration to her. "I don't know this wretched house,I don't know this staff,I'm all alone–the least my father could do was to keep me at home till he figured something out but all of the sudden he is a coward?"
"Baby,listen to me."
I stop in my tracks,raising an eyebrow. I don't remember the last time she's called me baby,or any endearment she used when we first married my father.
"Marlene?"
"I think you need to sit dear,I have something important to say to you."
I remained standing,my hand clinging to the dresser.
"Your father–" someone wails loudly in the background and my nails dig into the wood. "Your father had a cardiac arrest…he's–"
Deep breaths,deep breaths.
"He's dead."
My feet weaken under me and the last thing I remember is the room spinning to a loud thud.