CHAPTER EIGHT

DALIA

Of course, I've fired this gun more times than I can count, but never at a person. My hands are trembling as his angry gaze zeroes in on me. He told me to run and I know that's exactly what I should do right now, but where would I go? I'm trapped in this hotel room with him.

The bathroom.

Although, I know that will simply buy me time, because I'm pretty sure when I open the door he'll be waiting for me. His gray eyes watch me as if he can hear my thoughts and he groans loudly as I turn and run to the bathroom, locking myself inside while my heart races. I look at my hands. Shit. I must have dropped the gun without even realizing it, so now I have no way to protect myself. If the look in his eyes wasn't terrifying enough, then his voice is. It comes out low and threatening, "I can't decide, Wife. Is it the smell of your fear or your arousal that gets my dick harder?"

He tries to turn the knob, but of course I locked it.

"Open the door, Princess."

I shake my head as if he can see me and squeak out, "No."

Am I afraid of him? Yes. Terrified. I'm pretty sure if a woman shot at my brothers they'd kill her, and I have no doubt if he gets in here, I'm dead. Suddenly thoughts of never holding my nephew again gnaw at me, at the same time Aries says, "Move away from the door, Dalia."

Moving to the far side of the bathroom, I drop down to the floor, as I tremble with tears flowing relentlessly, while I wait for whatever he's going to do to end my life.

Like I knew he would, he crashes through the door with my gun in his hand, "Stand up. Now."

I do as he says because he's furious already, and I don't want to make it worse. How interesting that I'm going to die from the gun my brother gave to me for protection. I never gave much thought to it. Assuming shooting a person was the same as firing at a piece of paper was my big mistake. Why did I even shoot him? I wasn't trying to kill him. Maybe I was trying to scare him? I don't even know. Clearly it was a bad decision.

He reaches behind me and winds my hair around his fist, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but I promise you, we are doing it."

My breathing is ragged as my heart races in my chest. I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to be able to hear your heartbeat, but right now mine is pounding in my eardrums.

"Are you going to walk or will I be dragging you by that beautiful hair, Wife?"

"I'll walk," I blurt out, I definitely don't want to be dragged by my hair. The least amount of violence is my choice.

"Are you hurt?" I ask as he starts walking me out of the bathroom and through the hotel room. He chuckles lightly, "Wasn't that the point, Wife? I won't let my guard down with you again. That was your one chance to kill me and you failed."

His grip in my hair is firm as he stops and yanks my head back, "You tried to kill me."

I whimper from the sting in my scalp, "I wasn't trying to kill you."

Aries narrows his gaze at me, "Unfortunate that you have to endure what I'm going to do to you, if you truly weren't even trying to end my life."

He lets go of me and points the gun at my face, causing me to tremble. This is it. He's going to kill me.

"I can't help you find your sister if I'm dead."

His lips turn up into a slight grin, "Take the shirt off."

I glance around the room like there's some magical way out of this situation when I know there's not.

He chuckles, "Now."

Nodding slightly, I grab the hem of the shirt on either side and lift it, pulling it off, then I drop it on the floor beside me. Lifting the gun, he runs the barrel over my nipples with a groan, "You're not the De Luca princess anymore, Dalia. You're mine now. My pretty little whore."

He gestures to the bed with the gun, "On your back. Legs spread."

ARIES

My gorgeous little wife has no idea the gun I'm pointing at her is empty. She barely grazed me when she fired the gun, I don't have any interest in killing her. However, sweet Dalia doesn't need to know that.

I take in every inch of that gorgeous body as I pull my underwear off. My cock springs free and her eyes widen with fear. Fear is good, it'll keep her in line. Climbing between her beautiful legs, I lean over her and drag the barrel over her tits, rubbing the end over her nipples while she holds her breath.

Leaning over her, I hold the gun to her head, "What did I say I would do to you if you didn't drop the gun?"

She's frozen, clearly terrified to move, the sheer terror evident in her shaky voice, "You'd fu-fuck me with it."

Running my tongue up her throat, I groan, "Good girl. I suggest you stay very still. Loaded weapons are dangerous. I'd hate to kill you, Mrs. Lombardi."

Sitting back on my knees, I drag the barrel of the gun from her head, down her neck, as her breathing gets heavy. The harder she tries to remain still, the more she trembles, and it's fucking stunning. Her fear is intoxicating as she wonders if she will live through this. I'll let her wonder so I can make this last longer. She won't fight me, she wouldn't dare, as I move the gun down her abdomen.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry I shot at you."

I glance up into her eyes, "I'm sure you are, Princess. I find that most people are sorry when they're looking straight ahead at their severe consequences."

Running the gun over her full hips, I continue, "Poor little Wife. Perhaps next time when I warn you, you'll believe me. I don't make idle threats."

Well, except the one that I told her about her brothers going to prison. Again, need to know basis, and it most definitely doesn't serve me well for her to know it was all bullshit. Dragging the weapon further down her body, I run it down her right thigh and then up the left one while she whimpers, which of course, only makes me more determined to watch this gun move in and out of her pretty pussy.

I move it slowly through her folds, circling her clit with it, causing her to gasp, "Oh my god."

I'm sure my sweet little wife is devastated by the fact that she's getting turned on by a gun on her little nub.

"You've never let a man have this beautiful pussy?"

A tear rolls down her cheek, making her look even more stunning than she already did, "No," she whispers so low it's nearly inaudible.

"Are you going to let your husband have it any way he wants?"

She shoots me a heated glare, "Like I have a choice."

I press the gun against her opening and circle it, "You did, but then you shot at me. That deserves punishment, does it not?"

Dalia doesn't respond so I push the gun inside her, causing her to clench, "Don't fight it. It'll only make it worse for you."

She lies perfectly still as I pull the gun out most of the way and slam it back into her, she doesn't move, but fuck does she scream. My wife closes her eyes tightly, no doubt trying to take her mind someplace else, anywhere else, "Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you."

The longer the gun is inside her the wetter she gets and, fuck, that just makes me harder, "Filthy little whore, you're loving this."

She clenches her fists at her sides, "Fuck you, Aries. I wish I had killed you."

I grin, disobedient little girl, she can say that, but my little slut is getting wetter by the second. The gun slides in and out of her with ease, her own lubricant drenching the barrel while she moans. Again, she tries to stay still but she moves her hips with every thrust. My eyes travel from her beautiful face to her pussy swallowing her firearm and, fuck, it's a glorious sight.

"I wish you could see how gorgeous your cunt is. The way it takes the gun over and over again. The way it nearly weeps for more. And the vulgar sounds it makes. Fuck, wife, so perfect."

She's furious and suddenly I'm glad she shot at me. To think I could've missed out on this.

"Open your mouth, Dalia."

Again she glares at me but she opens wide, and I pull the gun out of her pussy and lean over her, pushing it into her mouth and ordering her, "Suck. Clean your weapon, filthy girl."

More tears roll down her cheeks but she sucks on the barrel of the gun, and instantly I wonder what it'll feel like when I ram my cock down her throat because I will, whether she likes it or not. I can hardly wait to watch those tears spill while she gags on me. However, right now I want her pussy.

Pulling the gun from her mouth, I toss it on the bed beside me, but out of her reach just in case she needs a reminder that she has no fucking choice.

I slap her clit with my dick and she whimpers, music to my ears.

"Let's see if you like cock better than a gun in that sweet cunt."

Lining myself up with her pussy, I slowly push inside her, and Jesus she's tight. I have no doubt that things were done to her when she was taken as a child, but I have no idea how far it went.

"Are you a virgin, Wife?"

More tears spring to her eyes, "No."

I'm conflicted. Am I forcing a rape victim? Then I remember she shot me, and deserves whatever I give her, besides she is my wife. Surely, she knew when she agreed to this arrangement, I was going to fuck her.

Hovering over her, I place a hand on either side of her head and fuck her, slow at first, so she can get used to me. See, I'm a gentleman after all. She whimpers every time my pelvis rubs against her clit. Staring into her emerald eyes as I pull out most of the way and then thrust my hips forward, she gasps, "I hate you. I hate this. You're a rapist."

I chuckle, "Yeah? You hate this, Mrs. Lombardi? Then why is your pussy drenched? You're going to come for me because you hate this so much?"

Again she holds her breath, I rub my thumb over her bottom lip, "Breathe, baby. Give in to it. You're taking me so well. Come for me."

She says honestly, "I don't want to. You don't deserve it."

I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth, "Denying yourself the greatest pleasure you've ever known won't hurt me, baby. Let yourself have this."

I'm not being entirely truthful, because at this moment the one thing I want more than anything is her orgasm. To see her body react to what I know I'm doing to her. The sounds she'll make. The expression on her face. Her cunt clenching around my cock. I want it all. I need it all. I change my angle slightly so I hit her G-spot, and every time I thrust just perfectly, she whimpers for me. Her eyes widen as her back arches off the bed and she reaches up and claws at my chest, screaming, "I hate you. I fucking hate YOU!"

As she yelled the word ‘you' her pussy squeezed my cock like a vice, pulling my orgasm from me far sooner than I wanted. I pull out of her and move beside her, but she turns onto her side, yanks the sheets over her body up to her neck, and fucking sobs.

I was prepared for her tears, but the way it makes my chest hurt catches me off guard, and I'm not sure what to do.

I stroke her arm and she flinches, "You should've just killed me."

Her sobs grow louder, like the sound of a wounded animal begging to be put out of its misery. But it's her next words that rip into me like a fucking filet knife, "I hope whoever took your sister is not as evil of a man as you are, Aries. There's no decency in you. I'm sorry I shot you, I really am. I wish I had shot myself. Trust me, if I get the opportunity, next time I will."

I'm not the callous uncaring asshole people think I am. While it might be black, I do have a heart. My gaze is locked on Dalia, I can't look away from the pain I caused, the same way we all tend to stare at a terrible accident. Only this accident wasn't one, it was at least partially my fault if not completely. How can you ease the pain you caused?

I brush my hand over her arm again, she doesn't flinch but she continues to sob uncontrollably, and it's almost like she can't even feel me touching her. Immediately I become concerned, because I don't know where she went but she isn't here. The gut wrenching screams coming from her all of a sudden send me into a panic. Utter fucking panic. I grab her and pull her into my arms, "Dalia, please."

I don't even know what I'm asking her for. To stop crying? To stop scaring the complete hell out of me?

"How do I help you?"

She wraps her arms around me and sobs into my chest, seeking comfort wherever she can find it. I feel like shit for triggering this, but I know this isn't completely about what I did. What the fuck did those assholes do to her? My only hope is at least one of them is still alive, so I can fucking gut them.