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My heart sinks, and a wave of fear washes over me. Renzo terrifies me. His intensity, his unpredictability, his twisted desires—they all make my skin crawl. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. “Does he have to?”
Elio nods, his expression grim. “I’m afraid so, princess. But I promise I’ll be there. I won’t let things get too out of hand.”
I want to believe him, but the doubt gnaws at me. Renzo is a force of nature. Can anyone really control him?
“Elio, I’m scared,” I admit, my voice trembling. “Renzo, he... he scares me.”
Elio pulls me into his arms, holding me tight. I cling to him, desperate for his strength, his reassurance. “I know, princess. But you need to be strong.”
I sense he wants to say something more, but he’s torn. “Is there something else you want to say?”
He nods, looking me in the eyes. “I want you to be prepared for what you’ll face.” His throat bobs when he swallows. “Renzo loves blood play.”
I tense, my heart thundering at a million miles an hour. While I’ve got no idea what blood play is, I know it can’t be good. “What’s that?”
Elio groans, pressing his forehead against mine and shutting his eyes. “I didn’t want him to have you in this way, know that, princess.” He draws in a deep, shuddering breath. “He plays with his knives. Makes you bleed.”
My head spins, and my stomach lurches at Elio’s words. Renzo plays with knives? He makes girls bleed for his twisted pleasure? I feel like I’m going to be sick.
Bile rises in my throat while visions of Renzo slicing into my flesh flood my mind. I imagine the cold steel biting my skin, my blood dripping down my body. A wave of terror washes over me, and I sway on my feet. Elio’s strong arms are the only thing keeping me upright.
“I can’t do this,” I whimper, clutching at Elio’s shirt. “Please don’t make me go through this.”
Elio strokes my hair, his jaw clenched. “I wish there was another way. But Renzo won’t be denied.” His eyes flash with anger. “If I refuse him, there’s no telling what he’ll do.”
I bury my face in Elio’s chest, muffling a sob. The thought of being at Renzo’s mercy, of him carving me up with his knives, makes me shake uncontrollably. And yet, deep under everything, there’s this sick and twisted part of me that is excited. Excited to see what Ren is going to make me feel.
“Shhh,” Elio murmurs. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be there the whole time. I won’t let him take it too far.”
But we both know that’s a lie. When Renzo is in one of his moods, he’s uncontrollable. Elio might be able to curb his brother’s worst impulses, but there’s no stopping him completely.
I look up at Elio, tears streaking my face. “I’m so scared,” I whisper.
Elio cups my face in his hands, his expression tortured. “I know, princess. I know.” He kisses me fiercely.
I cling to him, wishing this moment would never end. The thought of what awaits me tonight makes me feel faint. But I have no choice. I’m trapped here under the sway of these dangerous men. And tonight, I’ll be at the mercy of the most dangerous one.
The press of his cock against my stomach seems so at odds with the situation. “Did you know that when you’re scared, it’s actually quite beautiful? It turns Renzo on, too.”
I don’t know why I cling to this man for comfort, especially not when he says things like that.
“It’s so fucking hot when you cry, baby girl.” He kisses me again, and despite myself, my pussy throbs in response. “Maybe I can prime you for him,” he breathes against my lips. “Get you really wet and ready.”
“No chance,” Ren’s voice cuts through the silence, and my heart races.
When I glance at him, all the air in my lungs escapes. He’s wearing a mask over the lower half of his face, a pair of high-waisted pants with braces, and a knife hanging at the belt.
“Camila is mine tonight, and you know it.” He moves closer, making terror and something else slide through me. I hate how hot he looks when he’s wearing a mask. How much my pussy clenches.
But he wants to hurt me.
I try to reason with myself.
I can’t believe how my body is responding to Renzo. I should be terrified, and I am, but there’s also this sick, twisted part of me excited by the danger he represents. The way he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole makes my skin prickle with a heady mix of fear and desire.
Renzo laughs, a dark, menacing sound that sends shivers down my spine. “I can see it in your eyes, Camila. You want this as badly as I do.”
I swallow hard. Ren’s right. Even though every rational part of my brain is screaming at me to run, to get as far away from this psycho as possible, my body is betraying me. I’m wet, my nipples are hard, and I can’t seem to stop trembling.
