Luca waved the man away, the door closing behind him with a resounding slam.
Turning back to Sophia, Luca, his expression hard and implacable, leaned over her, his voice low and dangerous.
“You will pay for that interruption,” he growled, his fingers digging into her skin. “You will scream my name until your throat is raw and bleeding.”
And as Sophia whimpered in terror, her body trembling with fear and anticipation, Luca began his cruel and violent conquest.
Sophia, her body racked with sobs and agony, writhed beneath Luca’s weight, her voice raw with pain and despair.
“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Luca, I can’t…”
Luca, his face a mask of dark pleasure, leaned close to her, his lips brushing against her ear. “You will take it,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “You will take it until I say stop.”
Sophia, her body and soul broken by Luca’s cruel assault, closed her eyes, her tears mingling with the sweat and blood that covered her body.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, just let me die.”
Luca, his body spent and exhausted, rolled off of Sophia, his breath ragged and harsh.
“No,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “You will live, Sophia. You will live and suffer, and know that you belong to me.”
Sophia, her body aching with pain and exhaustion, closed her eyes, her mind numb with horror and despair.
As Luca rose to his feet, his eyes cold and distant, Sophia’s mind drifted to a memory, a distant whisper of hope.
She remembered a time when she had been happy, when she had been free.
And as Luca turned his back, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hall, Sophia closed her eyes and began to pray for death.
As Sophia’s prayers drifted into the darkness, her mind foggy with exhaustion, she thought she heard the sound of the door opening, the click of the lock turning.
Sophia, her eyes fluttering open, turned her head to see Luca standing in the doorway, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and desire.
“You think you can escape me?” he growled, his voice filled with dark amusement. “You are mine, Sophia. You will never leave this place alive.”
Sophia, her body weak and trembling, turned her face away from Luca’s gaze, her voice a hoarse whisper.
“I’m not afraid of you, Luca,” she whispered, her voice shaking with resolve. “I may be your prisoner, but I will never be yours.”
Luca, his eyes flashing with fury, took a step forward, his voice low and dangerous.
“Oh, but you are mine, Sophia,” he growled, his hand reaching out to grasp her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Luca, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement, drew closer to Sophia, his body pressing against hers, his fingers tracing the lines of her face.
“You will learn to love me, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur. “You will beg for my touch.”
Sophia, her body tensing with revulsion, tried to pull away, but Luca’s grip was like iron, his fingers digging into her skin.
“Never,” she hissed, her voice full of hatred and defiance.
Luca, his eyes dark with desire, leaned closer to Sophia, his lips brushing against her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
“Oh, but you will, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “You will learn to love me, to beg for me.”
Sophia, her heart pounding in her chest, felt a treacherous heat begin to spread through her body, her skin tingling with desire.
“No,” she whispered, her voice breaking as Luca’s fingers trailed over her breast, his touch igniting a fire in her soul.
Luca, his lips brushing against Sophia’s ear, whispered, “You will give yourself to me, Sophia. You will give me everything.”
Sophia, her body trembling with desire, felt her resistance begin to crumble, her mind clouded with a strange mix of terror and longing.
Luca, sensing her weakness, moved his hand between Sophia’s legs, his touch firm and demanding.
“You want this, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You want me.”
Sophia, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, felt the last remnants of her resistance crumble, her body arching into Luca’s touch, her body humming with desire.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice low and desperate. “Please, Luca, don’t stop.”
Luca, a triumphant smile on his lips, moved his hand over Sophia’s body, his touch light and teasing, his fingers dancing over her skin.
“Beg for it, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice full of dark pleasure. “Beg for me to take you.”
Sophia, her eyes clouded with desire, her body aching with need, moaned low in her throat, her body writhing beneath Luca’s touch.
“Please, Luca,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. “Please, I need you.”
Luca, his eyes glittering with triumph, pulled Sophia to her feet, his hands roaming over her body, his touch possessive and demanding.
“You are mine, Sophia,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “And I will have you whenever I want.”
Sophia, her body trembling with anticipation, felt herself begin to surrender to Luca’s touch, her mind clouded with desire.
As Luca pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming over her body, Sophia felt a strange, dark thrill race through her body, a thrill of forbidden pleasure.
“I will make you scream my name, Sophia,” Luca growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I will make you mine.”
As Luca’s hands roamed over Sophia’s body, his touch possessive and demanding, Sophia felt a sudden, overwhelming rush of desire flood her body, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Yes, Luca,” she moaned, her voice low and pleading. “Take me, please.”
Luca, his eyes glittering with a cruel mix of pleasure and triumph, lifted Sophia into his arms, his hands cupping her buttocks, his body pressing against hers.
“You will submit to me, Sophia,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
Sophia, her body aflame with desire, felt herself melt into Luca’s embrace, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hands clawing at his back.
Luca, his eyes dark with desire, carried Sophia to the bed, his body hard and demanding, his lips moving over her skin, his teeth nipping at her flesh.
“You will never know another man, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You will belong to me, heart, body, and soul.”
As Luca laid Sophia on the bed, his hands roaming over her body, Sophia felt a strange, twisted thrill race through her body, a thrill of surrender, of submission.
“Yes, Luca,” she moaned, her voice low and desperate. “I belong to you, body and soul.”
Luca, his lips curved into a wicked smile, stripped away Sophia’s clothing, his touch rough and demanding.
“You are mine, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “And I will make you scream my name.”
Sophia, her body arched in a wanton display of submission, moaned as Luca’s lips moved over her skin, his teeth nipping at her breasts, his fingers exploring the depths of her desire.
As Luca’s tongue danced over her sensitive flesh, Sophia’s body trembled with pleasure, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Please, Luca,” she begged, her voice low and desperate. “Take me now, make me yours.”
Luca, his body hard and demanding, positioned himself between Sophia’s legs, his eyes dark with desire.
“You will beg for me, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You will beg for my touch, for my pleasure.”
Sophia, her body throbbing with need, felt her hips rise to meet Luca’s, her body pleading for his possession.
“Please, Luca,” she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of fear and desire. “Take me, please.”
With a low growl of desire, Luca plunged himself into Sophia, his body hard and demanding, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her, his rhythm relentless and cruel.
Sophia, her body consumed with pleasure, arched against Luca, her hips rising to meet his, her cries of ecstasy echoing in the room.
As Luca’s body shuddered with pleasure, Sophia felt herself surrender to the dark ecstasy of Luca’s lovemaking, her mind lost in a haze of desire and surrender.
As Luca’s rhythm intensified, his hands grasping Sophia’s hips with a cruel ferocity, Sophia felt her body begin to shake with pleasure, her mind spinning with ecstasy.
“Oh god, Luca,” she moaned, her voice hoarse and desperate. “You are everything. I belong to you.”
Luca, his eyes glittering with triumph, plunged into Sophia, his body arching with pleasure, his voice a low growl of passion.
“Yes, Sophia,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “You are mine, body and soul.
As Sophia’s body shuddered with pleasure, her mind lost in a sea of ecstasy, she felt Luca’s body tense, his rhythm becoming erratic, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Yes, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You will bear my child, my heir, and you will know that you belong to me, heart and soul.”
As Luca’s body convulsed with pleasure, Sophia felt a strange, twisted thrill race through her body, a thrill of ownership, of possession.
Luca, his body spent and his desires satiated, rose from the bed, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Without a word, he retrieved a small bottle of contraceptive pills from the nightstand, placing them on Sophia’s chest before turning to leave the room.
Sophia, her body still trembling with the aftermath of their encounter, felt a deep sorrow fill her heart. “He’s using me,” she sobbed to herself, the tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’ll never let him touch me again. I’ll never give him the satisfaction of knowing he owns me.”
Determined to resist Luca’s control, Sophia forced herself to swallow the pills, her heart hardening with resolve. As the hours passed, her mind began to spin with plans of escape, of retribution.
“I’ll escape this prison,” she vowed, her voice filled with defiance. “I’ll make him pay for what he’s done to me.”
But as the days passed, Luca continued to visit her room, his presence a constant reminder of her imprisonment. Sophia’s resolve weakened with each visit, her body betraying her with its desire for his touch.