*This chapter includes bondage and extremely possessive behavior
The nightclub is alive with music and flashing lights of every color as we enter. The dance floor looks inviting, and I immediately turn to ask Diego if I can join the crowd of people. He hesitates, but I manage to convince him. He leans against the wall nearby, watching as I get lost in the music, and for the first time since fleeing my house in New York, I feel weightless. I let the crowd swallow me, most likely escaping Diego's following eyes, but I don't worry about it. If he can't see me, that's his problem. Hands grip my waist, and I look over my shoulder to meet the eyes of a handsome stranger. The club is dark except for the flashing lights, but I can see his features enough to know he's attractive—not as attractive as The Trio, but nobody meets that standard. My body continues to move to the beat of the music, grinding against the smiling stranger. His hands explore my body and his head finds its way to the crease between my shoulder and neck, his breath warming the skin exposed. His lips lightly trace my neck as he pulls me closer into his front, and I can feel his excitement against my back. The music continues to flow through my body. The hot stranger sways with me, our bodies intertwined like vines on a tree. The heat from his body mixes with the energy of the crowd; it's an intoxicating feeling. His teeth graze the skin of my shoulder, nipping at me as if he's a starving man tasting food for the first time in months. His hand finds its way to my right thigh, sliding up the front of my dress in a teasing manner.
Suddenly, the heat of the stranger's body disappears as he's ripped away from me, and I open my eyes to find him being punched by Luca. Enzo grabs my wrist, pulling me through the crowd and off the dance floor. He doesn't let go, even when we exit the club. He continues to drag me through the casino, ignoring my arguing and fighting. My flailing must become too much, because he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, ignoring my cursing once again. Even my fists pounding against his back doesn't deter him from his angry march through the building. We finally get out front, and I find myself thrown into the backseat of the car, where Luca is already sitting. Enzo slams the door and then gets in the drivers seat, next to an angry Santiago.
The drive back to the house is quiet and tense, none of the guys say a word, or even look at me, despite my attempts at yelling at them for ruining my fun. Eventually, I give up trying to speak to them, and cross my arms over my chest in a sulking defeat. We pull up to the front of the house, and it only takes a couple seconds for Enzo to pull me from my seat and throw me over his shoulder again. Luca and Santiago stalk behind us, steam practically rolling off of them in waves.
"For fucks sake, Enzo, put me down!"
No response.
I'm carried up to the third floor—despite the warnings to stay away—and thrown down onto the bed. Before I even get the chance to move, I'm pulled up again and my wrists are tied above my head to a ring hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. My ankles are tied to matching rings attached to the floor, leaving me spread wide open and exposed. I squirm and thrash as much as possible for a moment, before finally giving up when I realize I have no mobility.
"What the fuck!" I exclaim.
"Shut the fuck up," Enzo growls.
"What's with the manhandling and shit?"
"You let another man touch you. He had his hands all over your fucking body. His cock was pressed against your ass. His lips were on your skin. What did you not understand when I said you're ours?"
"I was just dancing!"
"Pressed against another man. There are three people who are allowed to touch you. And we're all standing in this fucking room. I warned you what would happen if you flirted with another man, did I not?" Luca's voice reaches my ears from his position behind me. His hand grabs a fistful of my hair as he pulls my head back, and his mouth brushes against my ear. "You deliberately disobeyed us, Wren. And now, you get to find out what happens when you let someone else touch what belongs to us."
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