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Talia's POV:

Was that a gunshot?

It sounded like a gunshot.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on my head, I think I was finally realizing the situation that I was in.

I have been kidnapped by a bunch of men who kill people for a living.

Surely, someone had to be looking for me right? Someone would've called my phone, or Alexis would've noticed that I was missing at work.

I talk to my older sister, Iris, almost every day, so she must've noticed that I've been a little bit quiet.

I need to get out of here. 

Standing up, I looked around the office I was in, it was pretty plain with just a bookcase in the corner and a desk with a few drawers in it.

Walking over to the desk, I took a seat in the black chair and started going through the drawers, looking for anything that could possibly help me. 

I stopped when I saw a smashed up iPhone. Okay, please turn on.

Standing up and walking towards the corner of the room, my heartbeat increased when I saw the Apple sign loading.

Oh my goodness. 

Shit, there's a passcode. 

Wait, there's a button for emergency service, clicking the side button five times, I was about to swipe but jumped when I heard the door being unlocked.

My eyes widened when Matteo ran up to me, grabbing the phone out of my hand and smashing it on the floor.

Grabbing my neck, he slammed me hard against the wall and growled in my ear, "Your theatrics are starting to bore me, and unfortunately for you, I am not in a good mood."

His eyes were blazed with fury. He was angry, but I was angrier. 

"You can't just keep me here! People are going to be looking for me, you aren't going to get away with this. I'm going to leave!" I seethed out, moving closer towards his face.

Tilting his head, he mocked me, "Is that so princess, you don't think I have people to deal with that?" 

Moving the hand on my neck towards my arms and further to my wrists, he pinned both of them on the wall; while his other hand moved ever so slowly down my waist, starting at my chest, my breath hitched when he used the back of his hands to graze my nipples through my T-shirt, before moving down my stomach and to my legs.

I hated to admit it but I was liking this.

That doesn't mean I'm gonna let him touch me like this way though!

Even if my cheeks were starting to taint with red and my panties were a little bit soaked, I was going to stand my ground.

Attempting to pull myself together, I breathed in before saying, "Don't touch me like that Matteo." 

Looking me straight in the eye and replied: "I thought I told you to stop making demands."

Sir.

Shifting his hand away from the side of my leg, I nearly squealed when his hand moved in between my thighs, one of his thick fingers reached out and traced the lining of my panties.

Finally moving his finger to the middle of the material, I let a whimper slip from my lips. 

"You don't want me to touch you there? I beg to differ." He smirked.

Hooking a finger on the mid-section of my panties,, he pulled it to one side.

"Matteo don't, I..." I breathed out.

"You what?" He mumbled back at me.

"Girl pull it together!" My conscience screamed in my head.

What if I don't want to, though?

My train of thoughts were interrupted when he used his finger to run against the line of my folds.

Biting my lips, I attempted to slow down my heavy breathing. Looking at anything but him.

I let out a groan when he finally inserted the tip of his finger inside of me; automatically, my walls contracted against him. 

Not removing his finger, he slid further inside and then out, continuing this until I was a wriggling mess.

Every time I was about to fall over the edge, he would pull me back.

It was infuriating and I knew he was doing it on purpose, to tease me. He was teaching me a lesson. 

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Matteo's POV:

"Matteo, please!" She breathed out, begging me.

Pulling my finger out of her completely, I almost laughed when she whimpered at the loss of contact.

Picking her up, I placed her on the desk, rolled up her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. 

Pushing my finger back into her, I watched as her face contorted into absolute bliss.

I started off slowly, moving my finger in and out of her before I sped up, and just before she was about to finally reach her breaking point... I pulled out, smirking when her eyes snapped open and she glared at me.

"Relax, I'll give you what you want..." I muttered.

Getting on my knees, I hooked the back of her legs on my arms and tugged her closer to the edge of the table.

Kissing the top of her core, I gave her a sinister grin, before shoving my whole tongue inside of her.

Instantly, her hand shot out and pushed my head closer to her.

Letting out a drawn-out "fuck", it only encouraged me to move my tongue faster against her. 

Licking and swiping at her, I added a finger back inside and pushed hard. Taking my tongue out of her, I focused on licking her clit, which led to her grinding on my face with desperation to get what she needed.

Like a thirsty man, I slurped and sucked all the juices that were dripping out of her. Pulling my finger out, I focused on rubbing the bundle of nerves that were located at the top of her pussy.

With a sharp thrust, I moved my tongue back inside her pussy and groaned when she put her elbow over her mouth, letting out a muffled moan, obviously reaching her release. 

Removing my tongue and my finger from her, I inserted the finger that had been inside of her into her mouth and observed her while she moved her tongue against my finger, completely cleaning herself off of me. 

Finally opening her eyes, she maintained unmoving eye contact and looked straight at me while she continued to suck on my finger, before releasing it with a pop.

Merda.

(Shit.)

Opening a drawer, I grabbed a bunch of tissues and cleaned the mess she had created in between her legs. Dashing the tissues into the bin, I helped her stand, pulled her panties back up, and re-arranged her skirt for her, seeing as she was still in a daze.

Kissing the side of her head I mumbled into her ear.

"You're not leaving...Capisci?"

(Do you understand?)

"I'd rather not stay with you," she muttered with a pout.

"If you want, I could always send you to the main house, although you might get attacked a few times.... the men there, well they don't get female visitors a lot." I teased, trying to scare her and a cocky smile made its way to my face when I saw her face drop, showing me it had worked.

She's not going anywhere.

I don't like to share what's mine.