EroticReverie

Natalia

“Please don’t do this” I cry as Julez pushes his pants down just enough to take his cock out and I can’t stop myself from looking down at it. 

His hand grabs his thick cock, he strokes it and he groans as I shake my head. He was big, and it was thick and he was so hard that it looked like it was painful.  

“Please I’ll do whatever you want, just, not this” I plead , my voice trembling. 

“Kiss me.” He says and my eyes go to his and I shiver with the fear coursing through me and I swallow and nod. 

I could do that. I could kiss him. Even if I didn’t want to. 

I lean in and his eyes go to my mouth and before I can even kiss him, he pushes his face to mine, his teeth capturing my lower lip and biting down as he growls and says something in Spanish as I wince and close my eyes and his tongue swipes my lower lip and pushes into my mouth. 

I knew he was imagining me to be his late wife, I knew the passion in his kiss , the way his hands were sliding up my thighs and gripping my hips were all meant for her. He was passionate. If he’d have been Lucky, I could find myself enjoying the way his tongue claimed my mouth or the intensity of his groan as he pulled my ass to the edge of the table. 

His hands grabbing the chiffon draped between my legs and lifting it up and over my leg as he reaches down and I gasp. My legs trying to snap shut as he touches my clit. But his body was between my legs and he groans as he rubs it , his fingers stroking the bundle of nerves and I try to break from the kiss to tell him to stop. But his other hand grabs the back of my head and he forces me to kiss him again. 

“Stop” I beg , again and again , my pleads muffled by his mouth demanding more of my own and his fingers slide down and I tense as he pushes two inside of me. Muttering in Spanish as he slips them in further. I cry as he kisses me and he groans loudly as he shoves them in deeper again. 

My body doesn’t fucking know any better as it accepts the two fingers violating me, my pussy liking it, wanting more, while my eyes still drip with tears of fear and violation of my body. 

“Please stop” I beg with a shaky voice. 

“No” he says simply. 

“I’ll show you the same amount mercy your father showed my Marina.” He growls with gritted teeth. 

“None” he snarls and his fingers curl inside of me and he fucks me harder with them and my mouth drops open on a cry, and I’m not sure if it’s from being scared or the way hes hitting my gspot. 

“You are so wet” he groans. “So tight”

“You’re going to feel so good around my cock” he groans and I shake my head. 

“Dont” I beg. “Please stop” I beg on gasp that contradicts my not wanting this. 

“It’s time for you to pay for your fathers mistakes” he growls. 

His fingers slide out of me and then he starts to push me back and I move , trying to sit back up and he forces me down with both hands and I kick and scream and he grins his teeth angrily and then reaches for my throat. 

My eyes widen as he chokes me. My hands going for his arm to try to stop him from stealing all of my air. My body bucking as I try to flop or flip myself over or away as I struggle to remove his hand from my throat. 

A siren sounds, and there’s commotion above us , the sounds of guns being fired and screaming and yelling and Julez pauses and says something in Spanish , his eyes looking around the room and then back at me. His hand grips my throat even harder and he strangles me , and my face feels like it’s going to burst. My eyes bulging as I slap and claw at his hand trying to pry it from my neck. My vision going blurry and he moves his other hand to between where his cock is pushes up against my pussy and then he pushes the head of his cock down , sliding it down and when he’s at my center he releases his hand on my throat. And as I gasp inward for a breath , it’s stolen from me as he grabs hold of my hips and slams his cock into me. 

The pain makes my body jerk and he grunts and thrusts again. Just as hard. Slamming himself into me, as I choke on my cries and attempts to get air into my lungs. 

He rips the dress open and exposes my breasts and grabs them as he keeps slamming into me , both hands leaving my tits to go back to my throat as his cock punishes me for things I didn’t do. 

“This is your fathers fault” he says and both his hands choke me and Im back to fighting for breath along with the intense pain between my legs aching and throbbing. 

There’s commotion outside the door now. The gun fire louder and the fear of it all , along with the pain of his cock piercing me deep. He groans and keeps fucking me as if this matters more than what’s happening outside this room. As if he knows this his last chance to punish my father by taking it out on me. 

It feels like I’ve been ripped open and my vision is slipping again and it sounds like the door is busted open. The sound of a gunshot is the last thing I hear before I feel the weight of Julez ontop of me and blood smattering my face. 

I hear people moving around me. I have no idea what they’re saying. My ears are ringing and I’m trying to catch my breath to scream at the man bleeding with half his face blown off , that face mere inches from mine. My body overwhelmed with the urge to cry , scream and vomit. 

I feel the dead weight pulled from me as I lay there shaking harder than I ever have. My legs spread open and my pussy bared to the room as I lay there unable to move. 

I’m too scared to move until I see him standing there.  Looking at me. Horror and regret and anger on his face. 

“Natalia” Lucky says as he reaches for me and I can only sob. My body stunned and unable to move. 

He lifts me from the table as the gunshots die down and I listen to men yelling in Italian.  Our men. Calling out to each other as they clear the room and another room further back. 

I’m being carried out of the house and I tremble at the sight of the dead guards. I didn’t care that they got killed. But it was still a sight I’d have rather not seen after having Julez shot while he was inside of me, his blood decorating my face and body. 

Lucky isn’t saying anything as he holds me to him tightly , carrying me through the carnage. I flinch when I notice one of the bodies on the floor belongs to one of ours. 

As a black suv peels into the front of the house , Lucky open the door to the back and sets me inside and gets in with me. The car takes off as soon as he shuts the door. 

I’m still in shock still unable to speak as Luciano pulls me to his side and brings my head to his chest and I cry as he pushes his mouth to my head speaking to me in Italian. 

Apologies. Promises. Repeating himself over and over about the revenge he will take against anyone involved. 

“They’re all dead. Every single motherfucker. I will kill their entire line. Every single fucking one” he says and strokes my hair and lifts my face and I can’t even look at him. Can’t even stand to see his face , knowing that I let Julez kiss me, that I’d been wet when his fingers were inside of me, that before he’d raped me I was giving into his touch , even if it was unwillingly I felt ashamed and dirty. 

“Look at me” he says and I manage to bring my eyes to his. 

“He’s dead. The motherfucker is dead and I’m never leaving your side. Ever again. I promise. I promise alright? Nobody will ever touch you again” he says. His own eyes filling with tears because he knows he already made that promise once and failed. I didn’t blame him. But it was clear he blamed himself. He looked at me as I just nodded and then kissed my forehead hard and muttered more curses and promises. 

I wanted to run away. From everything. From the life I didn’t want a part of. I wanted to get as far away from anything at all to do with my father. I didn’t want to live this life, or pay for anymore of his mistakes.  I didn’t want to go home. But that’s where we ended up hours later. 

I didn’t speak as Lucky undressed me and washed me in the shower. The water turning pink as he washed the blood from my body. His own clothes still on and being soaked. The pink water rimming the drain as it spiraled down it. 

I didn’t say a word and neither did he. I didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to hear the way my voice would crack if I spoke. I didn’t want to hear his break either.  

After he dried me off and dressed me for bed on silence and laid me down, covering me up. I heard him outside my bedroom door with his brothers. Whispering. Their muttering growing louder and I knew he was telling them how he found me. With Julez revenge fucking me as his last fuck you to my father. I flinch and close my eyes when I see his half missing face and feel the weight of him ontop of me. 

I wanted to cry. But couldnt. I was numb at this point. I’d been raped twice now and felt as if that’s all I was worthy of. Being a victim. The one my father made me. 

A few minutes later , Lucky walks back in. Lays in the bed beside me and pulls me to him and holds me. 

Neither of us sleeps.  Both of us thinking about the same thing probably.  Julez being inside of me. Now Lucky would never touch me, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to anymore. I was tainted now. If we ever did have sex, he’d surely only be thinking about the fact I’d been raped twice now. He’d be thinking about those other men inside of me. I couldn’t give him what I wanted him to have. Because they took it from me. 

“Get some sleep” he whispers hours later. 

I just nod as he still holds me. Afraid to close my eyes. Afraid to let what happened play again in my head. Afraid that the second I close my eyes longer then a second , someone would take me again. 

So I laid there with him till morning. Till both of us gave up on trying to get any sort of sleep.