Chapter Sixty Five

His eyes raked over her mentally undressing her and it gave her the creeps, she wanted to draw her gun and shoot him dead but that would not get her the answers she craved.                                                         ‘Voglio risposte’ [I want answers.]                                                                                                                 She demanded and he quirked a brow,                                                                                                       Cosa mi darete in cambio?’‘ [What will you give me in return?]                                                                    His eyes undressed her again and he deliberately rubbed his crotch making her shiver with disgust, she glared back at him hoolding her nerve,  ‘È semplice, ti lascerò vivere.‘  [That’s simple, I will let you live.]         She replied and saw him tense up anger dancing in his eyes,                                                                        ‘Ti darò le tue risposte, bella ragazza, ma tu mi darai molto di più.' [I’ll give you your answers pretty girl but you are going to give me a whole lot more.]                                                                                                     He nodded his head, his thick blue/black hair swished around his head at the movement and she gasped as two pairs of strong arms grabbed her on either side. Marcello stood, towering over her, his darkly handsome face held a sneer as he reached for her, the two guards held her tightly as he undid the zip on her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders. She watched his blue eyes darken with lust at the sight of her pristine white camisole which was almost see through under the ultra violet lighting. Juliette struggled to free herself but the two guards held her tightly.                                                                                 ‘Lasciatemi andare, stronzi.’  [Let me go you assholes.]                                                                                She snapped making Marcello grin lustfully,                                                                                                ‘Oh, non credo, c'è così tanto di più che vogliamo vedere, non è vero ragazzi?’ [Oh I don’t think so, there is so much more we want to see, isn’t that right boys?]                                                                                      He looked across at his men who nodded hungrily their eyes never leaving the sight of her dark pink nipples that could be seen quite clearly through the sheer white material.                                                        ‘Voglio dire, ci stai dando uno spettacolo così bello, mi chiedo se le tue mutandine siano bianche?]  ‘I mean, you are giving us such a beautiful display, I wonder are your panties white to?]                                     She wanted to kill him but the two men gripped her so tightly she knew her arms would be bruised and there was nothing she could do when Marcello popped the button on her pants and then slowly slid down the zip. He let his fingers stroked lightly across her belly watching her fighting to remain indifferent as he moved them slowly down.                                                                                                                                ‘Perché sei venuta qui stasera, piccola principessa?’ [Why did you come here tonight little Princess?]            His eyes were locked on hers as he pushed his fingers further down inside her pants, gritting her teeth she spat,                                                                                                                                                                   ‘Ti ho detto che voglio delle rispost’.[I told you I want answers.]                                                                       His deep blue eyes were almost black with lust as his fingers discovered she was clean shaven, suddenly he pulled his hand away and hissed at  his men                                                                                                      ‘Portala nella stanza dei giochi e ammanettala.’ [Take her in the playroom and cuff her up.]                          She gasped as she was dragged away from the booth into a side room she had not noticed, she fought the two men like crazy but they were hardtoned guards used to handling struggling women. There was nothing she could do as her arms were stretched over her head and shoved into the cuffs attached to a chain on the ceiling.                                           ‘                                                                                      Aspetta fuori dalla porta.’ [Wait outside the door.]                                                                               Marcello ordered coming in behind them and they left her alone with him,             

‘E adesso, dove eravamo rimasti?’ [No, nowwhere were we?]                                                                           He sneered standing in front of her his hands went to the waistband of her pants,                                         ‘Facciamo un gioco piccola principessa. Puoi fare le tue domande mentre gioco con il tuo splendido corpo, sembra giusto, vero?’[Lets play a game little Princess. You can ask your questions while I play with your gorgeous body, that sounds fair doesn’t it?]                                                                                            ‘Romero ti ucciderà se mi tocchi.’ [Romero will kill you if you touch me.]                                                          She snarled at him but he only chuckled  ‘Non ha idea di dove tu sia, piccola principessa, non sono stupida, non c'è modo sulbe entrare in questo club da sola se fosse con te.’ [He has no idea where you are little Princess, I’m not stupid, there is no way on Gods earth he would let you come into this club by yourself if he was with you.]                                                                                                                                             He tugged a knife from inside his jacket and she froze when he ran it down her cheek with the flat side of the blade, his dark chuckle making her shiver as he caught the bottom of the camisole and sent the blade through it. She felt a cold draft of air as he pushed the two sides apart then ran the blade down over her flat stomach, her breath hitched as with two quick jerks her lacy thong disintegrated leaving her virtually naked.                                                                                                                                                       ‘Cazzo, sei qualcos'altro.’ [Fucking hell, you are something else.]                                                                 His grunt of admiration made her shudder with revulsion but that only appeared to arouse him further dropping the knife he ran his hands over her silky skin cupping her breasts he pinched her nipples making her cry out with the sharp pain.                                                                                                                       ‘Ti piace così bello? Un po' di dolore con il tuo piacere?’ [You like that beautiful? A little pain with your pleasure?]                                                                                                                                                        He bent his head and sucked  a nipple into his mouth then letting it go with a pop,                                        ‘Vieni, piccola principessa, fai le tue domande perché molto presto sarai in grado di urlare solo il mio nome mentre ti faccio venire ancora e ancora.’  [Come on little Princess ask your questions because very soon you will only be able to scream my name as I make you come over and over again.]                                   He pushed her legs apart and stroked his fingers along her folds opening them so he could see everything gripping her firmly around the waist with one hand he pushed two fingers into her pussy. Juliette screamed but the sound of gunshots drowned her out,                                                                                              ‘Che cazzo?’ [What the fuck?]                                                                                                                    Marcello let her dangling from the ceiling  and dashed to the door before he ran two steps it was flung oipen by Romero brandishing a gun and behind him Angelo and Timo,                                                        ‘Don Romero, signore, non è quello che sembra, per favore posso spiegarmi.’  [Don Romero, Sir, this is not what it seems, please I can explain.]