Page 2 of Traitor
And while I tried to stay strong, I knew I’d do just about anything to get out of his snake-ridden dungeon Lorenzo had tossed me into.
“Say that again,” he commanded.
My lower lip quivered. “Can I come upstairs, please?”
He grinned salaciously as he started unbuckling his pants. “Again.”
I started trembling. “Please, Lorenzo. Just let me come upstairs.”
I watched him pull out his cock and I closed my eyes. I braced myself as tears rushed down my cheeks, waiting for the inevitable. I waited for his hand to grip my hair. I waited for him to shove his cock between my lips.
But instead, I heard him spit before his hand slapped my cheek.
“Beg me, Charlotte. Beg me to take you upstairs.”
When I opened my eyes, I saw him stroking himself, his hand, covered in spit, racing up and down his length. I quickly looked away. Except, that’s when his hand gripped my hair, so he could bring my eyes back to his.
“Now,” he growled.
I sniffled. “Please, Lorenzo. I’ll do whatever you ask. Just get me out of this basement.”
“Oh, that’s it.”
Tears rushed down my cheeks. “Seriously, I’ll cook, or clean. I’ll give you massages and make your bed every morning.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff. Come on. Keep going.”
I started babbling. “I’ll tell you bedtime stories and never speak of Mateo. I’ll eat whatever you want me to and I’ll never try to escape. Just don’t leave me here with these snakes, seriously. I’m petrified of them, and I won’t sleep a wink, and then I’ll--.”
“Fuck! Yeah! Oh, shit. Right there. Fucking hell.”
I felt something rain down against my face and I curled my lips over my teeth. I closed my eyes and held my breath, hoping and praying I didn’t get his come anywhere inside of my body. His hand shoved my head off to the side and I collapsed into a puddle, grimacing as I wiggled my face around in it.
Anything to get the feel of him off me.
“Enjoy the snakes tonight, Charlotte. We’ll see how you feel about things in the morning,” he said through his panted breaths.
I hated how I screamed after him as he backtracked up the stairs.
“Lorenzo, no! Please! I’m begging you, take me with--!”
The metal grate slamming closed caused me to shriek in pain. In anger. In horror and frustration. I had no idea how long I’d been away from home now. I had no idea if Mom even cared that I was gone. For all I knew, Lorenzo was lying to me about Teo just to see me squirm. Just to torture me even more.
And as I heard a slithering sound across the floor in front of me, my stomach roared out with a need for food.
Sending the little bugs that kept me company scattering into the wind.
“Someone help me,” I said through my sobs.
I hung my head in shame as I let the tears freely flow. I felt like an idiot. I felt like a spoiled little brat. But worse than either of those, I felt helpless. At least when I was with Teo, he made me feel as if I controlled my own destiny. At least with Teo, there were times where I felt like he saw me as his equal instead of someone beneath him.
But here with Lorenzo, I was nothing but a plaything. Something to torture, and break, just for the sick pleasure he derived from it. I wrinkled my nostrils at the smell of him still against my skin. I looked down at the puddle beside me, watching his arousal float around on the top like little white lies that whispered back to me at night.
You should’ve listened.
You should’ve heeded his advice.
You shouldn’t have bit the hand that was feeding you.
