All Chapters of Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 40 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ New York City, the place I once called home. The streets were the same, the skyline unchanged, but everything about it felt… alien, like a distant memory. I kept my eyes fixed out the window as Vincenzo drove out of the airport, taking in the lively scenery. The cold wind bit at my skin, reminding me of all the nights I had once walked these streets freely. Now, I was just a captive— Vincenzo’s captive, literally shackled by his twisted sense of revenge. My wrists ached under the weight of the cuffs, and the cold metal collar around my neck made every breath feel heavier. Whatever small flicker of humanity or compassion I thought I saw in him these last days was gone, had vanished right before we boarded his jet, replaced by the cold, detached aura he had when he first dragged me to Chicago as his new slave. It was like flipping a switch. One moment, that morning, he was somewhat tolerable, teasing me and being all cocky and the next, he was ruthless a

Chapter 42Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼“Go ahead without us,” Vincenzo said, waving Nikolai off like he hadn’t just dragged me through their little discussion like I was some fucking handbag. “Perfect.” Nikolai responded with a low sigh of relief, then he stood up and left. They acted like I didn’t even exist. No surprise there—Vincenzo was always a step away from treating me like furniture.But the worst part was, this time, his grip felt different—like something else was going on. His hand around my wrist was iron, pulling me toward the car like a damn leash. My skin burned under his touch, and not in the way I’d ever admit out loud.He yanked the car door so hard that you’d think he had a beef with it. “Get in.”I glared at him, but he didn’t bother waiting for me to finish sulking or do what he just asked—just shoved me inside with the usual roughness and shut the door behind him. A damn dictator, that’s what he was. I wasn’t a person to him. I was a plaything. His possession.He entered too

Chapter 44 Stacy ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ “What the fuck are you?” I roared. If my wrists weren’t cuffed, I would have slapped him so hard he’d have my palm prints branded on his face for years. “A sick psycho? A fucking ritualist? Were you dropped on your head as a kid?” He said nothing, his expression unchanging as he continued to drag me out of the now almost dark woods. My wrist ached from his grip, and from the barbaric cut he’d given me. As much as I tried resisting the constant pull, he wouldn’t let go and so the cut wouldn’t stop bleeding. “Were you raised by some halfwit cavemen?” I continued to rant, because it was all I could do to keep me from going insane. Although it did nothing to stop me from thinking about the fact that I’d practically just been made to bleed for some dead woman. “I wouldn’t call my stepmom and a bunch of Tristiano’s men cavemen,” he responded nonchalantly, his voice laced with exasperation, as if dealing with a petulant child. I glared a

Chapter 46Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼She didn’t come down for dinner. Or any meals, for that matter, over the next three days.I wasn’t exactly losing sleep over her silent treatment. Hell, if anything, it gave me space to think and work. I had bigger issues on my plate, and I was still pissed at myself for letting my temper get the best of me the other day. I’d taken advantage of the moment, of her, and made her suck me off. The memory made me smirk, but the second that thought crossed my mind, I slapped a hand to my head, scowling.I should probably apologize to her.But I’d have to kill her after.A grin tugged at my lips again. My little mouse might be quick-witted, sassy as hell, and unapologetically wicked, but one thing she wasn’t good at? Sucking cock. And for some damn reason, that made me proud. Proud that my dick was the first one shoved down her throat, that she nearly choked on it.And I plan to teach her.I wasn’t apologizing because, deep down, I knew I had every intention of d

Chapter 48Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼If there was an award for “Top 10 Moments to Fake Your Own Death,” this one was easily top three.My heart was still pounding, and whether that was from the orgasm or the sheer shock of it, I had no idea. I mean, God knows how long it’s been. Hell, I don’t think any guy’s ever made me cum from just his fingers. My cheeks were on fire, not just from the steam of the shower, but from the fact that my body basically turned into jelly under his touch, and now I was supposed to walk out there and act like a normal human? Sure.I stood under the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of my nerves, but it wasn’t strong enough to erase the memory of Vincenzo’s hands on me. I couldn’t face him after that. Shy? No, that wasn’t the word. Embarrassed? Maybe. Awkward? Definitely.The way his gaze had seared into mine before he finally left the bathroom… yeah, I needed a moment. Or maybe several moments. I’d been in here for twenty minutes since he left, and