Sophia, her body on fire with pleasure, cried out as Luca brought her to the brink of ecstasy, his body moving with a savage, primal urgency.
As her climax crashed over her, Sophia’s body tightened around Luca, her nails raking down his back as he growled with pleasure, his own release a violent, possessive surge.
As they collapsed together on the bed, Sophia’s heart racing with a dangerous mixture of fear and love, she knew that, despite her captivity, she was bound to Luca in ways that defied reason and logic.
As they lay together, their bodies still entwined, Luca, his eyes heavy with satisfaction, murmured into Sophia’s ear. “You are mine, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “And I will never let you go.”
Sophia, her heart filled with a mixture of fear and desire, nodded, her voice a breathless whisper. “I know, Luca,” she whispered, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. “I’m yours.”
As Luca rose from the bed, his body already tensed with anticipation, his phone rang. “Vito,” he growled, his voice dark with suspicion as he answered the call. “What do you want?”
Sophia, her body aching with loneliness, watched as Luca’s expression hardened.
“Fine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ll be there.”
As he turned to leave, Sophia, her voice trembling with emotion, called out to him. “You only ever come to me for sex!” she cried, her tears streaming down her face.
Luca, his expression hardening into a mask of anger, turned to face Sophia, his eyes glittering with rage. “There’s something more important on the line,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “This isn’t about you.”
Sophia, her heart breaking with fear and loneliness, shook her head, her voice a hoarse whisper. “You only ever care about yourself,” she murmured, her tears falling freely.
Luca, his eyes narrowing with fury, stepped towards Sophia, his voice low and dangerous.
“I’m the one keeping you and your son safe,” Luca growled, his voice filled with rage and frustration. “Without me, you’d both be dead.”
Sophia, her heart filled with a mixture of fear and defiance, shook her head, her voice rising in anger. “You think that makes it okay to treat me like this?” she cried. “I’m not just your prisoner, Luca! I’m a person!”
Luca, his face twisted with fury, stepped closer, his voice a low, dangerous hiss.
“You think you know what it’s like to be a leader?” Luca snarled, his face mere inches from Sophia’s. “You don’t have a clue what it’s like to carry the weight of responsibility! You’re nothing but a weak, pathetic woman!”
Sophia, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anger, shook her head, her voice trembling with emotion. “No, Luca,” she cried. “I’m stronger than you think! I’ve survived everything you’ve done to me, and I won’t break!”
Luca, his face flushed with rage, stepped back, his eyes blazing with a dangerous, possessive light. “You belong to me, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “And I won’t let you go.”
Sophia, her heart pounding with fear and defiance, shook her head, her voice filled with determination. “I’m not your property, Luca,” she whispered, her hands trembling as she held her son close. “I’m a person, and I won’t be your prisoner anymore.”
Luca, his hands clenched at his sides, turned away, his expression twisted with a mixture of anger and regret. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he growled, his voice filled with bitterness. “You’re safer with me than out there.”
Sophia, her heart breaking with fear and loneliness, shook her head, her voice low and desperate. “I’d rather be free and take my chances than live like this,” she whispered, her eyes filled with tears.
Luca, his face hardening with resolve, turned back to Sophia, his voice low and dangerous.
“If you ever try to escape,” Luca growled, his voice low and dangerous, “I’ll kill you.”
Sophia, her heart racing with fear, shook her head, her voice trembling. “You wouldn’t,” she whispered, her eyes pleading for mercy. “You can’t be that cruel.”
Luca, his face twisted with a mixture of anger and regret, met Sophia’s gaze, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ll do what I have to,” he growled.
Sophia, her body trembling with fear, stared at Luca, her eyes wide with horror. “You wouldn’t hurt your own son,” she whispered, her voice breaking with desperation.
Luca, his face a mask of anger and regret, shook his head, his voice low and dangerous. “I won’t hurt him,” he growled. “But you… you’ll regret crossing me.”
As he turned away, Sophia, her heart breaking with fear and loneliness, hugged her son close, her tears falling freely.
As Luca left the room, Sophia, her heart aching with fear and despair, held her son close, rocking him gently in her arms. “It’s okay, my love,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears. “Mama’s here. Mama’s here.”
As the hours passed, Sophia’s thoughts turned to escape, her mind filled with plans and possibilities. But as she thought of her son, her heart filled with fear, her resolve faltered.
“I can’t risk it,” she whispered, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Not with Isaac’s life on the line.”
Luca, his face hardening with suspicion, answered the phone, his voice low and dangerous. “What do you want, Vito?”
“Luca,” Vito’s voice crackled over the line, his tone a mix of anger and warning. “You’ve crossed a line. I told you to stay out of my territory.”
Luca’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. “I didn’t cross any line,” he growled, his voice cold and dangerous. “You’re stepping on my toes, Vito. Back off.”
“You think I’m the one stepping on toes?” Vito hissed, his voice low and threatening. “Your men have been moving into my territory for weeks. This ends now.”
Luca’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re making a mistake, Vito,” he growled. “I won’t back down.”
“Neither will I,” Vito spat, his voice filled with rage. “You want a war, Luca? You’ll get one.”
The line went dead, the silence echoing in the room.
Luca returned to Sophia’s room, his expression dark with anger and frustration. As he opened the door, he found Sophia huddled on the bed, her son asleep in her arms, her tears falling freely.
“Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “What’s wrong?”
Sophia, her eyes swollen with tears, shook her head, her voice choked with emotion. “I can’t live like this anymore,” she whispered, her body trembling with fear and desperation.
Luca’s expression softened, his voice a low, remorseful murmur. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hand reaching out to gently stroke Isaac’s downy hair. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh.”
Sophia, her tears still falling, nodded, her voice thick with emotion. “I just want to be free,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on Isaac’s sleeping face.
Luca’s gaze turned to Sophia, his voice filled with a strange mixture of tenderness and regret. “I know,” he murmured, his hand still stroking Isaac’s hair.