ELEANOR
It all happened so fast. One moment, I was lost in Armando’s grip, drowning in whatever this twisted attraction was, and the next, I snapped out of it-like ice-cold water had been poured on my face.
“What the hell am I doing?” I muttered under my breath, suddenly disgusted by the situation.
My skin crawled just thinking about how close I had come to completely losing myself.
I pushed him away hard, shoving him back as far as I could. My hands shook, but I tried to keep my voice steady.
“I… I need to go,” I said quickly, not caring how abrupt I sounded. “This is getting out of hand. Goodnight, Mr. Armando.” The words felt sharp and dismissive on my tongue.
I didn’t wait for a response-I didn’t care what he thought. I just turned and headed straight for the stairs, my heart racing with every step.
But before I could make it, Armando’s hand grabbed mine-tight and harsh till all of my body froze.
The grip was unrelenting, and when I turned around, there it was-the smile of a man who thought he had me just where he wanted.
“Where do you think you’re going, you little slut?” His voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. His grip on my wrist tightened even more, making me wince. “You don’t get to walk away after getting my dick hard.”
“Let go!” I hissed, but the panic was creeping into my voice. My heart slammed against my chest, and I tugged on my wrist, trying to pull it free.
It was no use.
Armando leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You started this, so be a good little whore and finish it. I’m Armando Luca. I leave women thirsty, not the other way around.”
I couldn’t breathe. His words were a punch to the gut. My mind was spinning, trying to process the vile, disgusting things he was saying. But all I could feel was his hand crushing my wrist.
“You’re hurting me!” I wailed, the pain shooting up my arm as he twisted my wrist slightly. “Please, Armando, let go. You’re hurting me!”
“Shut up.”
His voice was cold, indifferent, and he tightened his grip even more. The pain was unbearable now, and I felt myself bending over, unable to resist the force.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I tried to stand straight, but the more I fought, the tighter his grip became.
“Please, Armando… please, just let go.” My voice broke as the pain grew sharper. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I couldn’t believe he was enjoying this.
But instead of releasing me, Armando smirked. “You think you can just pull away from me whenever you feel like it?” His grip loosened for a second, giving me a false sense of hope.
I tried to yank my hand free, but his grip slammed down on my wrist even harder, twisting it with such force that I fell forward, nearly crashing to the floor.
I gasped, the shock and pain nearly taking my breath away.
My knees buckled, and I bent lower to the ground, unable to fight it any longer. It was like my body had given up, and he knew it. That was exactly what he wanted.
“Armando, please,” I whimpered, barely able to speak through the pain. My mind was racing, screaming at me to do something, anything to get away. But there was nothing I could do.
His grip held me in place, and I couldn’t help but wonder how anyone could be this wicked.
How someone could enjoy causing this much pain to another person, watching them cry and wail in unbearable pain right in front of them, unfazed.
My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts-including hatred, anger, and even fear. But most of all, I hated myself for being in this position.
He was playing with me, toying with me like I was nothing more than a doll-a puppet for his amusement.
I sobbed, tears burning in my eyes, feeling the weight of his cruelty sink deeper into my arm. How did it come to this?
How did I end up in the grip of a man so vile, so twisted, that he found joy in watching me fall apart?
All I could do was pray that he’d tire out of this before he completely pulled off my arm.
The pain in my wrist was unbearable.
My hand throbbed every time I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. I kept pleading, over and over, hoping he’d let me go, but my words meant nothing to him.
Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks.
I tried to hide the pain because he enjoyed seeing me that way-like it pushed him to do even more-but it was impossible, he could see right through me.
“What… what do you even gain from this?” I asked through clenched teeth, my voice breaking as I spoke. “What do you get out of treating me like an animal?”
Armando didn’t answer, he just looked down at me with that same cruel, detached expression. But I didn’t stop.
The words kept tumbling out, my tears mixing with the pain.
“All I wanted was to take care of my sister,” I continued, the sobs making my voice shake. “That’s the reason I’m here in the first place. This was the only way I could keep her alive, working for Paulo. I knew what I was getting into, I expected that I’d deal with some rough men. But I never thought… I never thought I’d end up with a devil like you.”
I swallowed hard, the bitterness rising in my throat.
“Why? Why did you buy me, Armando? Why would you pay fifty million dollars for me only to ruin me? What kind of man are you Armando Luca?”
Armando didn’t flinch. He didn’t show a single sign that my words affected him at all, neither did his grip on my wrist loosen.
My head was bent low now, his hand forcing me down toward the floor.
“Did you really think you could tease me and walk away?” His voice cut through like a blade as he slowly twisted my arm even more.
I could feel his gaze burning into me, even though I couldn’t see it.
“Did you think I was one of your little boyfriends from college who you play games with Eleanor?” He continued.
He jerked my head up suddenly, his other hand grabbing my jaw and forcing me to face him. I was at level with his waist now, right in front of his zipper.
My heart pounded in my chest, fear rising like bile in my throat. I could hardly breathe.
“I’ve had enough of your bullshit,” he spat, his grip tightening under my chin. “You’re going to start by sucking my dick like the slut you are. Then maybe after that, I just may let you experience what you’ve been missing.” He said, a perverted smile spreading across his face
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The words were vile, and my skin crawled at the thought of what he was about to force me to do. But in the middle of all that fear, something inside me snapped.
A surge of anger and desperation took over, and in that moment, I realized his grip on my wrist had loosened, just enough for me to act.
Without thinking, I slammed my fist as hard as I could into the most vulnerable and sensitive part of any man’s body-right between his legs.
Armando doubled over instantly, his hands flying to nurse the pain. His face twisted in shock and anger, but I didn’t wait to see what would happen next.
I yanked my wrist free, stumbling back and spinning around. My feet moved before I could even think. I ran up the stairs, my heart pounding so loud in my ears that it drowned out everything else.
The hallway felt like it stretched forever, but I didn’t stop. My legs moved faster than I thought possible, every instinct in my body screaming at me to get away. I could hear him behind me, cursing under his breath, but I didn’t turn around.
I reached my room, threw myself inside, and slammed the door shut. My hands fumbled with the lock, my fingers shaking so badly that I could barely turn it.
I locked the door and stepped back, my chest heaving as my body trembled with the adrenaline.
I leaned against the door, listening to my own ragged breathing, waiting for him to come pounding on it.
But for a moment, all was quiet.
I tried to steady my breath, pressing my back against the door as if that would make it any stronger.
And just when I thought I was safe, Armando came pounding.
“Open up this door Eleanor!”