CHAPTER 8.
Trigger warning⚠️
Ciara let out a louder shrill as the whips landed on her bare ass, leaving another bruise. She was tied up excruciatingly on the small center table in the room and she was on her knees. Her clothes and panties were gone. She was naked.
She'd woken up minutes ago and seen herself in this sorry state. Naked, tied up, and bruised. And then the man in front of her hasn't given her a break since then.
Don Carianno. That's what he introduced himself as. The Boss of the Carianno family. Funny enough, she's never heard of them until they kidnapped her tonight. You could say she's been too busy in her world that so much vital information eluded her.
He's been torturing her with the whip and it's almost going to an hour now. Her frail, human body could only take so much pain in a day. She was reaching her breaking point and she hated it. She hated feeling this alone and afraid. Yeah, she was afraid, for all the right reasons.
"Tell me," He grated out, roughly grabbing her chin. "Fucking tell me where Vlad is!"
"I don't know him…" Ciara reiterated, with her eyes shut in fear.
No amount of torture would make her admit that she knew the man. Because she doesn't know him. She's never meant anyone named Vlad. But for some reason, they think she's close buddies with the guy and probably whisked him away.
"Are you trying to be smart, huh?! Don Carianno yelled in her face and left her with another resounding smack on the side of her face.
Her head turned to the other side from the force and a whimper left her lips. Tears rolled down her cheek at the pain.
"Please. Let me go. I don't know any Vlad. I swear it."
Don Carianno tugged at his tie frustratedly. This was beginning to piss him off. This bitch was trying to fuck with him and he's never having that. Never!
"WHERE THE FUCK IS VLAD?" His voice dripped in a low, heart-stopping tone. "I should warn you though. This is the last time I'll go easy on you."
Panic swept through Ciara's eyes at how menacing his tone was. She shook her head with tears. "Please believe me. I don't know any Vlad. I don't even have any Russian friends…"
"Your boyfriend, bitch!" Don Carianno snapped, smacking her face again. "Where is he?!"
"He's – He's name is Tyson. And he's not Russian either. I also don't know where he is. He said he had some business to take care of. That's all I know." She sobbed. Her lower lip was swollen from the last assault he just gave it. But that's nothing compared to the agonizing pain on the other sides of her body.
The man in front of her was a hideous monster. She'd think he was a rogue if he wasn't human.
"You sure about that?" He squatted in front of her with a devilish grin. "Or was that what he asked you to say?"
"I'm sure, dammit. We never talked about this. Tyson isn't Russian. I swear…"
Don Carianno lowered his head and took a firm bite of her nipples. "You fucking sexy to be such a goddamned liar."
Ciara whimpered painfully as he seized her nipple between his teeth, nibbling it.
"Damn, you fucking sexy." He husked out, trialing a finger down to her mound. "How about a little fuck while we wait for you to come clean?"
"No….please…." Ciara was desperate now and her cries could be heard from a thousand miles.
Don Carianno stood to his feet and ripped off his clothes. She could be one hell of a bitch, but she was fucking sexy. He's never let off a sexy bitch. They always get a taste of his dick. His hungry, insatiable dick.
She'd gotten him hard at first sight and now, he was about to pound her tight, pink pussy.
He was down to his briefs and that got Ciara even more desperate.
"Please! I really don't know any Vlad. If I knew, I'd tell you already."
"Shut the doors!" Don Carianno ordered impatiently. His men standing guard outside shut the door. This was his little study in one of their small hideouts.
He'd demanded her to be brought here 'cause he thought getting the truth out of her would be easy. He never imagined it'll drag on this much.
He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 2 am. A perfect time for a good fuck.
With a grin, he slowly took off his brief. Her sobs grew at every move he made and he loved the sound of it. Her cries were like a symphony in his ears, leaving him more aroused.
"Just so you know, you've had my attention the second Ghost dragged you out of the car. And I've been curious to know what you taste like. It's a good thing I don't have to wait much longer to find out."
Ciara broke out in another shrill as he dragged her off the table and tossed her on the small couch in the room. She landed on her front, and he turned her around.
With her hands tied, she could do little to nothing to stop him. She was exhausted too. So fucking exhausted to try to put up a fight.
Her cries ebbed and he had to smack her face again. She broke out to fresh shrills.
"Good. A little crying during sex. Just how I love it." He grinned, lifting her legs. Damn the foreplay. He just needed to fuck her.
He ran his fingers over her clit before sliding balls-deep into her pussy hole. It was the juiciest entry and when he began thrusting, it was everything he imagined it to be.
There was no gentleness in his thrusts. With her legs hanging on his shoulders, he fucked her hard. Her juicy pussy had to be the sweetest he'd ever fucked.
He went on for over an hour, fucking her through orgasms. Like the insatiable bastard that he was. She wouldn't stop crying and pleading. It made him feel more like a 'DOM' than a 'DON'. He loved that feeling.
When he finally let her go, she was almost going unconscious and her breathing was slow. He staggered away from her weak body, beads of sweat dripping from him.
He got dressed and left the room, meeting a few of his men in the hallway.
"Have Sergio drop by in twenty minutes. He'll be in charge of that bitch." Don Carriano ordered.
If she wouldn't talk to him, she sure as hell will talk to Sergio. He knew just the most ruthless ways to make anyone spill. The men bowed and one of them went to make the call.
He took out his phone and sent a quick text to Ghost. "Wanna have a drink, son?"
After a few seconds, his phone beeped.
"Give me a time and place."
Don Carianno chuckled and headed for his garage. He needed a few drinks after pounding such juicy pussy. Then he'll go to bed a happy man.