Amelie’s POVMy heart thumped loudly in my ears, my eyes still on Luca who stood at the door.I hadn’t moved.The dress still lay crumpled on the floor, my defiance burning bright in my veins.There was no way I was going to just give in to what they wanted. I would fight till the very end.Matteo’s grip on my chin tightened, but I didn’t look away.I refused to break.Luca exhaled, stepping closer, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. His expression was unreadable, but I felt the shift in the air.I had pushed too far.And I was not sure if I regretted it yet or not. But the look onLica’s face told me I was going to.“I see,” Luca murmured. “You still think this is a game.”My stomach twisted.Matteo let go of my chin, taking a step back as his brother took his place in front of me. It was the same face but a different aura. This one brought goosebumps to my body.Luca crouched in front of me, his fingers reaching out—not roughly, not cruelly—but with the cold patience of someone who
_Amelie’s POV_My heart raced as I took in the people all around me.They ranged from people who used to work with my father to people I had no idea what their identity was. But one thing was certain, Luca had planned this to the very end because they were all influential people in the mafia world.And showing up like this means the word was going to spread.Amelia DaVinci was a pet to her step brothers.Kidnapped and forced to be a pet, just exactly the kind of life I wanted. Yay.The hall was filled with smoke and power.Men in dark suits lounged in high-backed chairs, cigars smoldering between their fingers. The air was thick with whiskey, murmured conversations, and the weight of too many eyes watching me.Because they knew.They knew who I was.And they saw what I had become.I felt suffocated, like I was going to die. And wanted nothing but to run away from their sight. But I couldn't even take a step without my ‘master’ pulling my back.Matteo had the leash in his hand like
_Amelie’s POV_The moment the doors to the gathering hall slammed shut, I knew I was in trouble.Too much trouble.Luca walked ahead, he didn’t say a single word to us and his pace was slow. Too controlled.And that was even scarier than anything. Because knowing who he was, Luca was deadlier when he was quiet. Matteo stayed at my side, his grip still firm on the leash attached to my collar.Nico followed behind.They had switched positions but Luca always remained in front. Showing that he was the leader. No one talked as we walked. Not even Matteo who always had some sort of snide remark to throw at me.And that made the tension suffocating.I could still feel the eyes of the men at the gathering, burning into my skin, watching as Santiago DaVinci’s daughter was dragged onto her knees like an animal.I knew it would only be a matter of time before father came fire me, because this wasn’t just about me. If Luca kept doing this, his name would be dragged through the mud and ther
_Amelie’s POV_I laid on the cold floor, my body aching in too many places to count.Matteo had definitely not held back with the whip, he had hit me with no control. And now moving even the slightest bit sent a jolt of pain through me.The silence in my room felt different this time.It wasn’t just isolation.It was a defeat.I wasn’t broken. Not yet.But it seemed as if I was so close to breaking. I was starting to understand what it would feel like.The bruises on my thighs throbbed each one a reminder of Matteo’s punishment and all I had gone through.The collar around my neck felt tighter. Heavier.Luca had tightened it, ignoring my protests. Even dogs didn't have their collars this tight, I told him. And the look in his eyes told me that was exactly the point he wanted to make.And the worst part?The part that made me sick?Luca was right earlier.I had embarrassed myself tonight.I had tried to stand tall. Hold my dignity. Refuse to kneel.But in the end?I was still forced
Amelie’s POVThe bruises still throbbed. My body still ached from last night. But there was no time to recover.There was never any time to recover. I kept waking up to bruises on my body because they kept thinking it was fun to bruise me up.The door was pushed open and I pulled myself up, startled. My eyes widened in confusion as two men barged unto the room, marching straight at me. “Theq boss wants you out now.” one of them said, dropping a vague explanation to me. The boss? He was clearly talking about Luca. But why would Luca want me?I was yanked out of the room by one of Luca’s men, my wrists bound in front of me, the collar still digging into my throat. They didn’t bother letting me clean up. Its been twenty four hours since I showered and I hated the way my skin felt. I was dragged down a dim hallway, through the grand double doors of a room filled with men I didn’t recognize.Mafia.Dangerous men.And they all turned to look at me like I was something to be evaluated.
_Amelie’s POV_I had been waiting for my punishment all through the day, I didn't know when I had fallen asleep on the floor.Luca never took so long to punish me and for some reason, this made me feel so frightened.A sharp kick to my side jolted me awake, and my eyes were barely able to open. Pain flared through my body, and I barely stifled a groan.I tried to push myself up, but it felt like there was a boulder pressed on my back. My cheek was still pressed against the cold floor, my limbs heavy and unresponsive.Whoever it was didn't even wait a minute before I was kicked once again.“Get up,” he growled.Matteo’s voice was as cold as the marble beneath me.I blinked against the dim light filtering through the room, my body screaming in protest as I tried to move. The bruises on my body from my last punishment made even the smallest shift unbearable.Another sharp kick landed against my thigh, sending a fresh wave of pain through me.“I said, get up.” He hissed, poking me with
_Amelie’s POV_I walked into the casino, Matteo right behind me. I didn’t think we would be going to a fucking casino, especially not with me dressed like this. This was one of the popular Casino here in Italy, and it was frequently visited by my father. Luca asked me to come here… I didn’t know what he had planned. The air was thick with cigar smoke and low conversations. People betting and and trying to swindle each other. A few weeks ago I was sitting on one of these chairs, and now…The moment I was led into the room, all eyes were on me.Felt as if everyone had stopped what they were doing, staring right straight at me.I felt them rake over my body, lingering too long, drinking in my shame.I wanted to wrap my arms around my body, to at least provide a little bit of shield to myself. But Matteo had specifically warned me about this in the car. He had said that my punishment would be worse if I even tried to shield my body.He had looked me dead in the eyes, telling me no
_Amelie’s POV_I stirred at the sound of my door creaking open.My body tensed before my mind fully woke up. Someone was in my room.It had taken me so long to fall asleep and when I finally did, someone decided to sneak into my room. My body didn’t hurt as bad as it used to, so I was able to move without much pain.I sucked in a breath, my fingers inching toward the lamp beside my bed.If I can grab it before they get too close, I’d be able to defend myself.Hopefully, I will be able to knock the person out before anything happens.The moment my fingers wrapped around the lamb, a voice cut through the dark.“Don’t.”I froze, unable to believe it. Matteo.What was he doing to her? Especially so late at night?The thought of getting raped by him crossed my mind and I panicked. A part of me wanted to believe that Matteo wasn't going to do that, but I didn't know what to think.Even in the darkness, I could sense him—his presence filled the room, thick with something I couldn’t place.
Amelie’s POVAt this point, I was so certain about one thing.And that was the fact that I hated Matteo.I hated him so fucking bad.I hated the way he made me feel. The way he touched me, whispered in my ear, and then left me gasping for air—aching, needing, desperate. I hated the fact that my body had betrayed me and I had given into his touch, even after what he had done to me.I didn't know if there was a shift between us after what had happened that day.I was talking about the night he came into my room drunk.The night he had shown me all the scars that had been caused by my actions. But whatever this was, I wasn't certain if I wanted it to happen again or not. What I was certain about was the fact he wouldn't hesitate to use his hands to make me do whatever Luca wanted, and I still hated him for that.And the worst part out of all of this? He knew exactly what he was doing.Matteo knew what he was doing when he pushed into my room, using his fingers to make me cry. He also
_Amelie’s POV_Matteo’s fingers curled inside me, slow and deliberate, dragging pleasure from me at his own pace. My breath hitched as he added another finger, stretching me, teasing me.I was frustrated, he was going too slow. Slower than I wanted him to go. And I hated that. I needed it do badly.“You take me so well,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Just like I knew you would.”Like he had thought about his fingers in me, thought about this scene over and over.Just like me.I clenched around him, my body betraying me once again. He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin as his lips trailed lower.I couldn’t believe I was in this position with Matteo of all people, it seemed like a dream.“You wanted this, didn’t you?” His tongue flicked over my clit, making me jolt. “Wanted me to catch you touching yourself.”Yes. Some part of me had the hope that Matteo was going to walk through the door while I had my legs parted open.And the thought had gotten
_Amelie’s POV_I didn't hear him coming, I thought I would have been done by the time someone decided to come look for me. But I was wrong. So fucking wrong.Matteo's eyes raked over my body, his lips pulling to a smirk.“Well well… what do we have here?” he taunted, brow coming up. “Such a slut, touching yourself so early in the morning.” His taunts went on and on. Making me feel ashamed and embarrassed.I scrambled to pull the sheets over myself, my face burning with humiliation. But before I could, Matteo moved.I hadn't seen him coming.In the blink of an eye, he was on me, gripping my wrist and yanking my hand away. My breath hitched as his fingers curled around mine—still slick, still trembling. “Oh no… there is no need for you to stop just because of me.”He could feel just how wet I was and the thought made my face burn.A shiver ran down my spine at the way he held my wrist effortlessly, his grip firm, unyielding.“Go on Amelie… touch yourself.” he urged, eyes burning thr
_Amelie’s POV_I stormed into my room, my breath coming out in uneven gasps. My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I paced, my mind a mess of frustration and something far worse—something I didn’t want to name.I didn't understand why I was affected this way.Heat coiled low in my stomach, an unbearable ache that refused to be ignored. I was furious. Furious at Matteo. Furious at myself. Furious at the way my body betrayed me.I hated this man so much and yet I got turned on by him? I was affected by the sight of him touching another woman.I couldn't believe it. Why had I stayed? Why had I watched it?I should have looked away. Should have left the room the moment his hands had disappeared under that woman’s dress. But I hadn’t. And now I was suffering the consequences.I hated the way the image replayed itself in my head. Hated how each time I closed my eyes, the image was burned into the back of my mind. The look on her face, her moans, how flushed her skin was. I swallow
Amelie’s POVI don't know how long I was expected to do this. How long I was meant to sit right next to them ehiketgey did whatever they wanted.I wanted to move out from the bed but Matteo’s fibgetsclampeddosm on my thighs, keeping me in place.I held my breath as he took another slow sip from the glass, his lips barely grazing the rim. He had no reason to be sipping wine while he had another woman with him, but I could guess he only wanted to torture me.His eyes never left mine, and the smirk on his face only deepened when I quickly lowered my gaze, my fingers tightening around the glass to hide their tremble.He was enjoying this.The woman shifted against him, the silk hanging down her shoulder, Clinging to her curves as she pressed herself closer. Her fingers trailed down his chest, stopping at the open buttons of his shirt before she dipped her head to kiss along the scars peeking out.I swallowed hard.I couldn't explain how this affected me. Matteo let out a satisfied hum,
Amelie’s POVI didn’t move from the floor.Because they hadn't asked me to move, I wasn't given permission to push up from where I was.Not even when the door shut behind them.I stayed in the same position, waiting for some reason.Not even when the silence stretched on, pressing against my ribs, suffocating.I should have felt relief.I didn’t.Because I knew.This wasn’t over.I couldn't feel relief when Luca could walk into this room and any moment and punish me. Luca’s patience was a promise, a threat wrapped in silk, but Matteo? Matteo was different. Hot-blooded. Impulsive. He wouldn’t wait for his revenge—he’d take it the moment he wanted to.And he did.I don't know for how long I stayed awake because before I knew it the sun had gone up once again, seeping into my room. And when the door swung open again, Matteo was there.A wicked smirk played on his lips, but his eyes burned with something darker. Something dangerous.I don't know if he remembered our conversation from la
_Amelie’s POV_Something cold spread through me.Matteo—hotheaded, reckless, brash—I could understand. His anger was raw, something I could face head-on.But Luca? Luca was in control. Luca was patient.And patience was worse.Way way worse. Matteo didn't think things through before he did anything, so his actions wouldn't be as painful as when Luca did.My breathing felt too loud in the silence that followed. I braced myself for more pain, for another blow, for something—anything.But Luca doesn’t move.Neither does Nico. None of them does anything other than stare at me.They just let me kneel.Let the seconds drag.They let my thoughts turn against me, let the anticipation strangle me more than their hands ever could.I didn't know what would happen next, what they had planned. And I waited.I dug my nails into my palms, forcing myself to stay still. I won’t break. I won’t—“This is how it’s going to be now,” Luca murmured, crouching down in front of me. His hand curled under my
_Amelie’s POV_I couldn’t sleep after Matteo left my room. Each time I closed my eyes, I was filled with the image of the scars on his skin. It had been burnt into my mind, the ugly twisted skin that I had caused.The door slammed open once again that night and I jolted, eyes moving to the door. Which could it be? It definitely wasn't Matteo, was it? He wouldn't come back here for anything. Our conversation left me shaken and I was too shaken to have another one tonight.I barely had time to react before Luca stepped in, his movements unhurried, calculated. Luca?Behind him, Nico lingered in the shadows, silent as ever. Don't these men ever sleep? First, it was Matteo banging into my room half drunk, and now Luca and Nico casually waltzing in.I knew the next day was going to be hell for me, but I had expected them to let me sleep. I wanted to voice out my displeasure, but I didn’t want my face on Luca’s shoes once more and so I kept my mouth shut.I was supposed to be a hosta
_Amelie’s POV_I couldn’t look away.Even though I wanted to. Everyone thought my every being begged for me to peel my eyes away from his body and look elsewhere. My eyes were fixed on his body.The scars were horrific. They twisted across Matteo’s body, ugly, raw, permanent.Nothing was going to fix scars that looked like these. I wouldn't even wish this kind of thing on my worst enemy.And I knew exactly how they got there.I had caused them.My actions had.A lump formed in my throat as memories came rushing back. The smoke, the heat, the way the flames had swallowed everything in their path. The way I had stood there, watching.It wasn't like I had a choice. Father didn't give me an option to refuse. I clenched my jaw. No. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. Not like this.Matteo’s eyes darkened. “Say something.”I swallowed hard. “I…”I couldn’t.Because no excuse would be enough. I couldn't think of anything that would make them pardon what I had done. And I didn’t think Luca