Bend Me, Daddy
Chapter 82

I didn't even want to know what that meant. But I could see the lines of pain around his eyes when he talked about her. I tried again. "You were going to marry her. That has to mean something." The words were barely louder than a whisper. And in a way, I felt betrayed for my sister. My mind couldn't wrap itself around the fact that she'd been willing to give up her life for this man. "She was an actress..."

"Yeah, that shit was gonna stop as soon as she said 'I do.' Too high profile. It was my mistake that I thought my secrets were safe-namely the fact that I was alive and well-until we tied the knot. How the fuck was I supposed to know she'd open her big mouth on TV? What the hell was that interview for anyway? She hadn't had any work in over a year." He seemed to almost forget me as he looked off into the distance, as though the answers to his questions were hidden somewhere in the wall. A few tense seconds ticked by, and then his attention snapped back to me, his eyes falling to his dick. He slid his hand faster up and down the length. "Ah, fuck...you're making me lose my hard on."

A flood of relief made me lightheaded, and I sat up with a wince, pain shooting from my hip as I pulled the towel around me, hoping he would let me go back to my room. I felt, more than saw, when my movements grabbed his attention again.

"Where do you think you're going, Nicole?" He dragged my sister's name out.

I froze and stared at the floor in front of me. I didn't bother to respond. It wouldn't do any good. He was going to do with me what he would. I felt helpless. And so alone.

"Get on your knees and put your mouth on my cock."

I tried one last time to ring some sympathy from him. "Mario, please."

His upper lip curled in disgust at my pleas. "On. Your. Fucking. Knees."

My mind raced, but I couldn't think of anything Enzo had taught me that would apply to this situation. I couldn't kick him; he was in the wrong spot, standing near my injured hip, so all I would have to do is get up onto my knees and turn my head to put him in my mouth. I could grab him around the ankle and try to pull his leg out from underneath him, but I didn't know if I had the strength.

Before I could figure out some way to get away from him, he gripped me by my hair again, the wet strands making it easy for him to lift me up until I knelt before him, and his limp dick was at face level. "Suck it," he ordered. "And you'd better make it fucking good after all the shit you just pulled." He prodded my lips with the tip, his breaths growing heavy as his dick began to thicken. "Cuz if you don't, I'll really have no reason to keep you around."

Bile rose in my throat, and I clamped my jaw closed, refusing to take him into my mouth.

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"Bitch, you better open that sweet mouth."

I glared up at him, letting every ounce of hatred show in my eyes. His narrowed as he read my expression. "Don't even fucking think about it. Or I'll put a bullet in your fucking head right now, just like I did with your sister, then dump your body on my brother's doorstep."

Luca.

The filth Mario continued to spew was drowned out by the roaring in my ears as something icy cold stirred inside of me at the thought of his brother. My hands shook with rage, and I clenched them into fists at my sides. At this moment, I hated him. I hated him with everything in me. For taking me from my normal, boring life. For putting me into this situation. For being such a bastard and making me fall for him anyway. So much so I'd stood there willing to let him shoot me for his petty revenge.

Mario jerked my head up, his grip on my hair so tight I could feel more strands ripping from my skull. "Open your fucking mouth, or I'll call my boys in here and have them hold you down while I knock out your fucking teeth and shove my dick so far down your throat, I'll be able to feel you swallow."

I unclenched my jaw, a sound of hatred and disgust erupting from me as he pushed his cock between my lips. The urge to bite him was strong. To sink my teeth so deep I tasted blood.

"Wider," he ordered as he pushed the head against my teeth.

I held my towel in a death grip over my bare chest with one hand and pushed against his thick thigh with the other, trying to keep him from going too deep. But it didn't do any good. As soon as I let him in, he shoved his cock to the back of my throat until I gagged, my eyes filling with tears that spilled over and ran down my face. I was on the verge of puking all over him when he finally pulled back, but I only had time to suck in a quick breath before he was shoving it back into my mouth. I tasted the bitter tang of come leaking from the head onto the back of my tongue and was never so glad that I had nothing in my stomach as I began to heave uncontrollably.

It didn't move him. If anything, my disgust excited him more. His breaths were loud and harsh above me as he grabbed my head in both hands and started fucking my mouth fast and hard. Tears ran down my face as I struggled to breathe, my mind dissociating itself from what was happening, like I was watching this happen to somebody else. Some different girl.

As he pulled out and came all over my face and chest, I just kept thinking to myself that it could be so much worse than a forced blow job. At least I was still here. And I was still alive.

But this was only the beginning of what he had planned for me.