I sneak into the darkness, not for any other reason than I can. I enjoy the little bit of freedom Matteo has decided to give me. I spend the night eating, walking, reading, or sitting quietly in a new room in the house. It’s hard for me sometimes to pull away from his arms. I like sleeping with him wrapped around me, and I still sleep plenty with him. I don’t spend more than an hour or two out of bed. And I have plenty of time while he’s working during the day to nap if I’m tired.

I let the door close slowly behind me, planning on only reading for twenty minutes or so in the library and then returning to Matteo because I enjoy snuggling with him in bed.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Maximo says, as I freeze in the hallway.

“Just getting some food to bring back to Matteo. He’s hungry,” I lie.

“No, you’re not,” he says as Dierk and Paul walk up behind me.

“Matteo gave us strict orders to punish you if you ever broke his rules,” Maximo says.

I smile, trying to keep it together. “I’m not breaking his rules. Ask him.”

“We will,” Maximo says pulling out his phone and dialing Matteo’s number.

Shit.

“Matteo, we caught Eden out of bed. What would you like us to do?” Maximo says.

Please let him say take me back to his room.

Maximo grins. “Done.”

I swallow hard, trying to keep the fear down. Whatever Matteo told them to do I can handle it. It won’t be bad.

“I’ll go back to Matteo…” I say.

“No, you’ll be coming with us,” Maximo says, grabbing my arm.

I elbow him as hard as I can instinctively, not liking his hands on me.

He ducks though, prepared for it this time, and I panic. More hands go on me. More hands than I’m prepared to handle. I try fighting back, but I know at least three guys are holding onto me, and there is no use fighting.

I let them hold onto me and carry me into a room. I feel the bed beneath me as they toss me. My initial thought is to panic. Fight. I’m on a bed with three men standing over me. I should be afraid. Terrified they are going to rape me. But I’m not. If Matteo has made anything clear, it’s that he doesn’t share. The consequences of sharing me are enormous. Death.

So I try to calm my breathing as they stretch my limbs wide and tie me up. Each limb. One by one until I can’t move.

Deep breath. In and out. They can’t touch me. They won’t touch me.

I feel hands on my clothes though. Clothes are being ripped from my body. My shirt is torn in half, exposing my breasts. My pants are cut off.

I’m naked. In front of three men. Men I now hate. Men that had no right to try and embarrass me like this.

They all stare down at my naked body hungrily, and I’m what they are hungry for.

“You’re disgusting. All of you.”

Maximo grins. “We are about to get a lot more disgusting.”

He holds a blindfold in his hand and ties it tightly over my eyes so I can’t see.

“We won’t cover your mouth. We want to hear you scream. We want you to fight. It’s music to our ears. That way we know we are doing a good job when we break you. You’ll be speaking about Nina by the end of the night,” Maximo says.

I keep my lips closed. That’s what this is about. It’s what this is always about. Nina.

A fear tactic to try and get me to talk. It won’t work. Nothing will work.

I’ve endured worse. Whatever they are going to do to me is nothing.

I still don’t believe they will rape me. They might beat me though with whips and bats, anything to get me to speak.

I have to prove to them I can’t be broken. I will never speak, and they will stop.

I feel the strike I was anticipating on my stomach, but I don’t flinch. I’m used to the pain. I imagine Matteo doing it instead of Maximo.

I’m whipped again on my breasts, and the sting against my nipples makes them harden. Begging the attacker for more.

Next is my thighs, arms, and pussy. Each strike is hard and perfect from the hands of someone experienced with a whip.

“You’re sick. You like the pain, don’t you?” Maximo says.

I focus on breathing. I should try meditation after this is all over. I can see the benefits.

“You’re like Matteo. Dark, sick, and cruel,” he continues.

I hear the whip crack again as it hits my stomach.

“Let’s see how dirty you like it.” His tongue licks the side of my face, and my lips curl in disgust.

I don’t want to feel him on me. I don’t want him touching me.

I feel more hands. On my breasts, my stomach, my arms. They are everywhere. Exploring my body, touching me places no man should touch without permission.

“Stop,” I let slip from my lips.

I bite my lip again hating that I spoke.

“You want us to stop, huh? I thought having three men at once turned you on?” Maximo says.

I deeply exhale as I feel hands twisting my nipple and I can’t help but get turned on a little.

Lips on my neck send chills down my throat, and an erection is pushing at my entrance.

No.

I won’t be raped.

Ever again.

But that’s precisely what’s happening at Matteo’s orders.

I take a deep breath in again, letting the musky scent of whichever guy is on me. Matteo?

I try not to react. I take another deep breath as the cock pushes in. A very familiar cock to go with a very familiar scent.

The asshole was messing with me. Trying to make me think I was being raped when I wasn’t.

Two can play this game.

“Stop,” I scream again letting it all out as his cock pushes deeper inside me.

The other guys may have their hands on me as well, but it’s mostly on the outskirts. Holding my arms and legs down, and saying dirty things to keep up the appearance they are raping me, while Matteo does the dirty work himself.

“No,” I cry out as he roughly takes my breast.

“You don’t get to speak,” Maximo says as something covers my mouth and nose so that I can’t even breathe.

I pretend to panic, my arms flailing as best as I can with everyone’s arms on me. I don’t panic though. I know Matteo is here and he is the one in control and if sex with him these last few weeks has taught me anything, it’s he knows my limits and won’t hurt me. So when my lungs start burning and aren’t able to breathe, that’s when the hand is removed, and I suck in a deep breath.

The hand covers my nose and mouth as Matteo thrusts inside of me, hitting the sweetest spots making me come alive like only he can.

I can’t breathe as he thrusts, but it only makes it more invigorating. The fact that three other men are watching with their hands on me should embarrass me, but it only turns me on more that Matteo will let them participate to intensify the experience.

I feel my orgasm growing, and now I can’t hold on. I can’t keep up the ruse that this is hurting me, and I no longer care. I want my orgasm to explode out and give me freedom and pleasure.

The hand is removed so I can breathe, but I can’t breathe as my orgasm explodes through my body.

“Matteo!” I cry out as I come around his dick as he explodes into my body.

No one speaks or moves. Eventually, I feel hands slowly leaving my body until I know it’s just me and Matteo left in the room.

I grin widely and bite my lip as he slowly removes the blindfold.

“When did you figure out it was me this whole time?” Matteo asks.

I smirk. “The second you touched me basically. I know your scent, your touch, and I know what your cock feels like. You can’t fool me.”

He grins. “I thought I would teach you a lesson for sneaking out every night. I guess I need to try harder next time.”

I shake my head. “Lesson learned. But I wouldn’t sneak out if you locked the door.”

He leans down and kisses me hard on the lips. I don’t know why he kisses me. It’s a gentle after fuck kiss, the kind that lovers or people who care about each other give. Not us.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he says when he stops the kiss, like nothing happened.

I nod and let him undo the ties on my arms and legs before he carries me back to his bed and climbs in next to me before snuggling close.

I don’t understand what we are or even what I want. But maybe that’s the point. He’s messing with my head completely confusing me, so I don’t know how I feel or what I want. I need to get my head cleared now before I let any more confusion cloud my judgment. Or like Gia said the other night, fall in love.