STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

.25. Need something?

I care, I said. Just not in an acceptable way.

Just not in the right way.

Just not in the way you need.

Just not in the way I should.

. . .

Leyla

I woke up when I felt someone snuggling to my side.

"Leyla."

Fabiano was beside me.

I stayed quiet, my heart beating too loudly.

"Leyla."

Giovanni was on the other side of me, his one hand took a hold of my ankle, gently travelling down to my inner thigh and my dress had slid up, exposing my red panties. My mouth opened in a gasp. I had been sleeping with my dress exposing all of me.

"You look so pretty tied up like this, Piccolina," Giovanni murmured in my ear, his soft lips brushing against it and I shivered. I tried to move my hands but realised they had shortened the chain. I could not move my hands. I waited for the panic to settle in. But Giovanni's rough finger on my soft inner thighs did not let me panic.

Fabiano's fingers came on the other thigh, softly brushing up and down. My thighs parted and my face blew up.

Ask them to stop.

Fabiano's finger traced the edge of my panties, right beside my heated pussy.

"F-Fabiano..."

"Yes, principessa." He pressed his lips to my cheek. "Need something?"

Giovanni lightly touched me there, just a small touch on my clit and I gasped. My panties were ruined by now.

"Spread your legs wider," Giovanni ordered. "Let me see you, bambina."

I did. Get a hold of yourself. Stop this!

I couldn't.

Fabiano pushed my panties to the side, exposing all of me. I closed my eyes, wishing I could cover my face.

"Shy little thing." Fabiano's lips pressed on my neck as Giovanni cupped me. I bit my lip,

"This..." Giovanni whispered to me. "Belongs to us. You understand me, pet?"

Pet.

Push him away.

I nodded instead. "Y-Yes, Giovanni."

He smirked and rubbed my clit, just a little, enough for me to let out a breathless gasp.

Fabiano kissed along my neck, nibbling slightly and then his kisses became harsher as Giovanni's fingers sped up. I tried to close my thighs, eyes rolling back at the pleasure. Fabiano grabbed my knee, spreading me wider than before.

I whimpered when Giovanni pinched my clit between his fingers. He chuckled as my hips jumped at the unexpected pain. Fabiano bit into my neck, nibbling harshly, creating large marks.

"You don't fucking close your legs," Giovanni said. "Next time I'll make sure you can't."

Giovanni went back to rubbing my clit, pinching it once in a while unexpectedly. My eyes filled with tears at the mixture of pleasure and pain. My hands were still immobile, all I could do was lay there and take what they gave me.

Giovanni grabbed my jaw, making me look at him as he collected my wetness and rubbed my clit, harder than before, and my hips squirmed at the new intensity of pleasure.

His face came closer to mine. Fabiano's lips worked down to my cleavage.

"Such a pretty cunt you have, piccolina." His lips pressed to the corner of mine. "I will stretch it with my cock soon. Will you like that, pretty baby?"

Wetness gushed out of me at his words. The accented voice added to the absolute sin his words were. I whimpered as Fabiano cupped my one breast, squeezing harshly.

"Answer," Fabiano growled.

"Y-yes," I whispered to Giovanni, just on the edge of my release.

Fabiano grabbed the back of my neck as he finally pulled back from my neck. Giovanni rubbed my clit. Fabiano held me open and before I knew it, I came with a loud sob, tears slipping out of my eyes as they both looked at me. Giovanni rubbed me through the orgasm, till I was desperate for him to stop.

I came down my high slowly, my breath hitching and thighs twitching with the aftershocks. Giovanni took my panties off, saying they were too wet to wear, and Fabiano flipped my dress down, covering my thighs.

I tried to tug my hands free again.

"M-My hands," I whispered to them. I felt drained now. I had given in so easily. So damn easily.

Giovanni took the chain out of the hook so now I could move my hands which were still cuffed. I slowly sat up, feeling the weight of the eyes on me. The chain which was attached to the cuffs was heavy, really heavy. I looked at where it was bound. It was a little ring that I predicted opened with a thumb scan judging by the pat above it. The chain was still interlocked in it.

"Sleep," Fabiano said, getting off the bed. Giovanni got off the bed, too. "The chain will allow you to move freely through the room."

They walked out and I heard a small beep. They had locked me in. Maybe there was another thumb scanner outside. My father had one in his office.

I felt dirty. Touched and discarded.

. . .