Page 168 of Valentino

I begin to writhe beneath him; my hips move in tandem with his. The feel of his erection on my skin leaves a trail of embers.

He puts his mouth to my ear. “Fight me.”

Huh….

“Do you understand?”

I blink, unsure that I do.

“It turns me on if you fight me.”

Without another word, he climbs off and holds a remote up, music begins to play through a sound system, speakers are all around us. A song plays and I’ve heard it before, but I don’t know its name…it’s sexy, with a tantric beat.

So fitting to this situation.

My subconscious is screaming…. Alarm bells echo in the distance. Warning me of something I cannot quite grasp…a concept that I don’t understand.

Fight me….

CARLO

Buzz buzz…. Buzz buzz….

“She’s got the phone.” Relief fills me as I pick it up, I knew she’d find it eventually. I read the message.

Hi Carlo.

I smile and reply.

What took you so long?

A reply bounces in.

Sorry, I was tied up. I’m here now.

It buzzes as an image comes in.

I click on the photo, only it isn’t a photo, it’s a video.

I frown as I try to make sense of what I’m watching, it takes a moment before my stomach drops.

It’s Anna’s bedroom, I can hear music…. Val comes close to the camera and winks at me as he takes his tie off.

Huh.

Then I see it…. Anna is tied to the bed.

No….

Adrenaline screams through my bloodstream.

My heart begins to hammer in my chest.

“No.” I stand. “Don’t you dare fucking touch her,” I growl. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Thump.

Thump.