Luca took a step closer to Amelia, his face expressionless, it was impossible to tell what he was feeling, he looked at Amelia and she shrank back het fear palpable. He took a step towards her but she scrambled to get away, he reached out and grabbed her arm his grip tight and unyielding. Amelia's mind was racing her thought a jumble.
Luca's grip on Amelia's was firm and painful. His expression giving nothing away, Amelia's heart was pounding and she was breathing rapidly. Her mind was spinning, but then something clicked, he had said that she was his wife, so this was the husband which she had marry, the one who didn't show up.
She tried to speak but her voice came out as a squeak but before she could talk, her hands was pulled forcefully. Amelia scream on top of her voice, but Luca slap her and barked at her "shut up" he said and started pulling my top, gliding his finger across my chest towards my back and towards my bra strap, I struggled against his weight in a last attempt to free myself, but I soon realized my attempt was futile.
I screamed loudly, earning another slap along the way that in Luca's opinion was clearly deserved. Soon Luca lay on top of me najed fumbling with my belt buckle whilst I lay in complete paralysation waiting as tears seemed to slide down my face like a waterfall.
He kissed me sloppily leaving trails of pure ale from my mouth to my bellybutton, I felt the need to be sick as the man I married entered me slowly waiting for the slightest slip-cip-in expression as if I was suddenly going to to like the feeling.
He thrust into me harshly, the slight urge if pressure escaping my mouth in a almost inaudible moan without me wanting to in the slightest yet it couldn't be helped "you like that?" He smirked licking his lips whilst taking in my bare body tentatively.
He thrust at full speed making the bed below grunt "uh-huh!" He shouted
Suddenly loving the feeling of me being around him "enjoy it sweetie" he snarled seductively "or else...." he whispered frowning tracing a straight line across my throat-otherwise meaning 'or your dead' I knew what evil he could do so I moaned falsely "that's it baby girl!" he shouted in delight "your so sexy" he winked earning Ani fake moan in hope that he would finish sooner.
He began to suckle at my breast like a piglet, I stayed rigid in my place surrounded by a mix of sweat and tears I arched forward in pleasure as my eyes began to roll to the back of my head. I screamed in a mixture of fear from the pure torture that Luca was putting me through "you little slut" Luca muttered under bated breath as he pulled himself out of me leaving an ebbing torturous pain in it's place.