_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 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
_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_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 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 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 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 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