Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Get out,” he snarls at me as he opens the door and pulls the leash attached to my collar.
I do as he says simply because I know I have no choice and would prefer not to suffer a broken neck out here in the middle of nowhere.
To my surprise, he pulls a key from his pocket and takes off the leash and collar, tossing them into the dusty dirt at his feet.
“Are you letting me go?” I ask, not getting my hopes up but thinking that maybe he’s just dumping me out here in the desert to be rid of me once and for all.
“Ha! Hell no,” he laughs. “You won’t be worth jack-shit at auction now that everyone has seen how much trouble you’ve caused. No one will want to buy you and risk being on the opposite side of the Moretti family, not after witnessing Vincent just shoot Angelo Barone at point-blank. And your father can’t afford to buy you back or pay off his loan. So, that leaves me with no choice other than to keep you for myself. Trust me, you’re more trouble than you’re worth, and I would have rather simply had my money back. I can find a thousand women to wet my cock, and I sure as hell don’t need you anymore. But since I’m saddled with you, I intend to get my money’s worth.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, feeling fear surge once more.
“It means that you will now be the mother of my children, not Luciano Moretti’s. Now that we’ve dealt with the insignificant problem of your conception, it’s time to make sure you’re useful,” Leonardo growls, lunging toward me.
“What? No! Stop it! What are you doing?” I scream, trying to bat him away and wrestle free of his grasp.
My brain can’t register what is happening, what Leonardo is trying to do. We’re in the middle of an open desert, a vast space with nothing around us but his car and miles of dust, sand, and dirt. And right here, out in the open, with no one around to hear me scream—Leonardo tries to force himself onto me.
He hooks one arm behind my back and digs his fingers into the side of my torso so hard that I can already feel it bruising. Then, he reaches his other hand behind my head and grabs my hair to wrench my head back.
“You’re not going anywhere, not this time,” he sneers at me as he pushes me to the ground.
My back slams against the hard dirt, and a cloud of sand blows up into the surrounding air around me, filling my nostrils and making it hard to breathe. Leonardo’s weight against me adds to the feeling of suffocation as he pins me down beneath his thighs and sits over me to keep me from being able to get away. I struggle to get free, but I’m pinned. Swatting him, I hit his side and stomach, but nothing works as I try to buck him. I’m simply not strong enough to hurt or overpower him, not with just my bare hands, at least.
I look around quickly to see if there’s a rock within reach, but all that I can grasp is a fistful of sand, which I throw at his face. But Leonardo turns his head in time to miss it and slams his body down onto me further to prevent me from being able to twist around at all. I can barely breathe, both out of panic and the crushing sensation over me, as I watch in horror while he undoes the buttons of his pants.
The only time that I had sex with Leonardo before, I was drunk and remember little of it, thank God. But now, as he pulls his erect cock from his pants and reaches for his hand to yank my panties down between my thighs, I feel as though I’m going to be sick.
I press my thighs together as tight as I can, fighting his hand away and struggling to keep myself covered, but failing to impede his efforts much. Then, without knowing what else to do, I scream.
“Get off of me, you motherfucker!” I scream a shrill stream of profanities. “God damn you, Leonardo, get the fuck off of me, you monster! Luc is going to come for you for what you’ve done to me and our child. He’s going to come for you, and he’s going to kill you!”
I practically spat that last sentiment at him. I feel as if I’m seething and foaming at the mouth with rage and fear mixed as one.
“By the time Luciano catches up to us—if he even catches up to us,” he taunts. “You’ll have my seed inside of you, and it will be too late. I’ll shoot him just like his cousin shot Angelo Barone, and then there will be nothing stopping me from giving you the life you actually deserve, Valentina—a life as my lovely, obedient, trophy wife that does exactly as she’s told or meets with the butt of my gun at the side of her pretty face.”