STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

.56. Fate

. . .

Giovanni

She crawled, looking absolutely delicious. Her eyes were on the floor as she crawled slowly towards us.

I watched, mesmerised.

She stopped in front of us, getting on her knees and then looking up. I admired her for a moment, looking at the pretty curls and the beautiful skin and the dark eyes. I admired the white dress she was wearing.

I looked at her heels. They must have been hurting her feet. I ordered her to remove them.

She removed them and put them beside her neatly, her hands trembling.

"Come closer," I ordered softly.

She came closer to me. I cupped her face and she set her head against my thigh, blinking up at me and then Fabiano who took her hand in his, kissing her palm.

"Are you ever going to run off on your own?" I asked her, brushing a strand away from her face.

She shook her head. "No, daddy."

My eyes lingered on her lips. Could I?

There was a flutter in my stomach at the thought of it. The thought of kissing her lips.

I shook it away.

"Come here."

I picked her up, sitting her down on my lap, she whimpered softly.

I kissed her cheek. Fabiano stood up and put his chair in front of mine, caging Leyla who looked at him and then me, anticipation brewing in her breathtaking eyes.

I took her dress off, turning her around so that she was facing Fabiano, her whole body naked.

. . .

Leyla

I was so naked between so clothed men. Fabiano leaned back in his chair, beautiful green eyes looking all over my body as Giovanni ran his hands up and down my sides.

Fabiano spread my legs, hooking them over the armrests of Giovanni's chair, spreading me open completely.

I flushed. Giovanni cupped my breasts, squeezing gently.

Fabiano put his hand in the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling something out.

My eyes widened at what was in his hands.

He smirked. "You know what it is, Principessa?"

"A...A vibrator, daddy?"

He hummed, looking down at my pussy. I could feel wetness coming out of me under his gaze. I nibbled at my bottom lip, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

The vibrator was medium-sized. I had never seen one like it. Not that I had seen many. I used to have one very small one.

His fingers brushed on my clit. I was too spread open even move my thighs much. Giovanni took my hands in his, kissing my wrists as Fabiano put the vibrator into me, its curve filling me up.

I gasped at the intrusion.

Fabiano put his hand in the pocket of his suit jacket again and took my panties out. He slid them up to my thighs.

"I..." I whispered. "What are you doing?"

"We are going to go out for dinner," Fabiano said. "Get ready in two hours."

Giovanni put my dress on me, zipping it up. I clenched around the vibrator. It was yet to start.

Giovanni turned me around in his arms, cupping my face as he looked into my eyes as if searching for something. "You feel okay?"

I nodded slowly. "Yes."

He hummed, kissing my forehead. "You feel weird or tired during the dinner or before it, tell us, okay?"

I nodded slowly.

"Let's take a batch," Fabiano said as he picked me up. "Giovanni can entertain the guests if we get late "

"Who is it?" I asked in a whisper.

Giovanni shrugged. "Russians. Apparently, Camorra has been fucking with them, too. Alexi Sokolov, who is the Pakhan of Bratva, sent his sister and right hand."

. . .

Fabiano could control the vibrator with his phone.

I whimpered into his ear, the warm water surrounding us. The vibrator buzzed in me, stimulating a spot inside of me that made my thighs shake.

He didn't pay attention to me, he let his eyes closed, his head leaning on the wall. The bathtub was embedded into the ground. It was large and pretty.

I shifted my hips and whimpered again as my clit throbbed for attention.

I wasn't allowed to touch myself without permission.

"Fabiano...Fabi...Daddy." He opened his eyes, looking down at me for a moment. He grabbed his phone and turned the vibrator up.

My fingers dug into his shoulder, whimpers leaving my lips again. My thighs were stretched over his waist, I could not even squeeze them together.

"Daddy...Daddy, please."

"Don't cum," he said, pressing kisses over my face. His one hand cupped my pussy and he chuckled. "So warm and swollen. I wonder how wet it'd be when I fuck it."

Take that pretty uniform off.

I blinked slowly, trying to take he memory away.

You're crying but I bet you fucking love it.

"Leyla? Baby?"

Fabiano pulled the vibrator out of me, throwing it away. He cupped my face as I squeezed my eyes shut, small breaths leaving my lips.

"I-I..." I dug the heels of my palm into my eyes. "They...they hurt me, Fabiano."

"Look at me, Leyla. Come back to me," his voice was faint. "Come back to me. You're safe."

I blinked rapidly, looking up at him through the blur of tears.

"Look at me," he whispered, his hands so gentle as they cupped my face. "Look at me. No one can hurt you. Never again."

"No one?"

"No one," he said, wiping my tears away. "No one can hurt you."

I gulped, feeling a painful lump in my throat. "I need to know," I whispered. "What you are doing to them...I need to know if they are gone or if they are still alive. Please, tell me."

He watched me quietly for a moment. "They are locked in a room, all of them but your father. They have no water or food. I don't know who is alive and who is not."

"They have been there since..."

"Since the ball," he said to me. "They have been there since the ball."

I let out a breath. "Why not my father?"

He kissed my lips gently. A lover's kiss. "His fate lies in your and Carla's hand. You both can decide what you want to do to him when we get her back."

"Oh," I whispered. "The other five...they are going to die."

He hummed. "Yes."

I bit my tongue. I wanted them to die.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He watched me. "Don't thank me, Leyla."

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