Sophie's POV
My life is messy now. If I'm going to save my sister, I need to take certain risks. And today, that risk is meeting Antonio De Luca.
I sat in the car outside the hotel, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. My stomach churned, and my throat felt dry, but I couldn't back out now. Hannah needed me.
"This is for her," I whispered to myself, trying to convince the girl in the mirror that this was the only way. "It's not about me. It's about Hannah."
The hotel loomed ahead like some sort of palace, but to me, it felt more like a trap. Every step toward the entrance felt heavier than the last.
When I reached his suite, the door was already slightly ajar. Of course, it was. Antonio always had a flair for drama.
I pushed it open and stepped inside. The room smelled like expensive cologne and leather. Antonio sat in a chair by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His smug smile made my skin crawl.
"Sophie," he said, standing up like we were old friends. "You look stunning."
I crossed my arms, refusing to let him see how nervous I was. "Let's get this over with."
Antonio chuckled, taking a slow sip of his drink. "So cold, bella. You know, this doesn't have to be so transactional. We could enjoy ourselves."
"Cut the crap," I snapped, my voice sharp. "You said if I do this, you'll help get Hannah out. That's all I care about."
He walked toward me, his steps deliberate, his eyes gleaming like he enjoyed seeing me squirm. "Relax, Sophie. I'll keep my word. But you should, too."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loud it felt like he could hear it. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face, and I flinched.
"Don't touch me," I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to sound strong.
Antonio raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. No rush. Let's have a drink first."
"I don't want a drink."
He sighed, clearly annoyed. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."
I glared at him, refusing to back down. "And you're disgusting. But here we are."
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The tension in the room was suffocating. Then, he stepped closer again, his voice dropping.
"Do you really think you're in a position to talk to me like that?" he said, his tone icy. "I hold all the cards, Sophie. Remember that."
I felt my knees weaken, but I stood my ground. "Do whatever you want to me, Antonio. Just keep your end of the deal. If Hannah gets hurt, I swear I'll make you regret it."
His smirk faltered for a split second, and I saw something flicker in his eyes. Amusement? Surprise? Whatever it was, it didn't last.
"Such fire," he said, stepping back. "Fine. Let's begin."
" I love spanking BDSM style" he said slowly as he was about to remove his belt but I nodded with tears in my eyes .I was willing to do anything for Hannah. I don't care if I'm called a whore,she's my sister . Anything to save her
He tied my hands and legs " I bet you love rough daddy style" his voice sounding soft sending shivers down my spine.
"So a day like this would come" he talks too much ,can you just get down there and do whatever dirty things you want to do and let me be.
He started caressing my body ,from my b***st to my back ,my stomach . He squeezed my boobs like he owned it ,pulled my clothes and put his lips on my nipple mumbling it aggressively
He moved his hands towards my abdomen and he went back up ,he untied me while I was moaning softly. He moved his hand towards my p**sy and he aggressively inserted his hand making me to moan harder.
Then he stopped " I can't do this" he said as he was breathing heavily
"Why did you stop" I muttered softly,my voice barely above a whisper.
But just as Antonio moved toward me, he stopped. His expression changed, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. "We shouldn't be doing this," he said, his voice soft but filled with regret.
I stared at him, the anger and sadness mixing inside me. I didn't say anything. What could I say? He was right, we shouldn't be doing this. But here we were, and it felt like there was no way out.
Antonio sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps away. "I'm sorry," he muttered, turning his back to me. "I shouldn't have pushed you into this."
His words felt like a punch in the gut. Apologies didn't change anything. My sister was still in danger, and I was stuck in this nightmare. But at least he seemed to realize how wrong everything was.
He quickly put his trousers back on, avoiding eye contact. "I'll go," he said, his voice now cold and distant.
I didn't stop him. What was there to say? He left the room, and I was left there, feeling emptier than ever.
I sat in the quiet room, my hands trembling as I wiped away the tears that kept falling. My chest felt tight, as if the weight of everything was crushing me. I didn't know how I was still standing, how I was still breathing. The man I had just met, Antonio, had crossed a line, and i had allowed it, all for my sister. But the shame... it was unbearable.
"What have I done?" I thought, my heart aching as i pulled my knees to her chest. "All of this, for Hannah... Is it even worth it?"
I felt so lost, like everything I knew was slipping through my fingers. I had made promises to my self, had sworn I would never let herself be used,but I allowed antonio
"I'm such a fool" I whispered as tears kept streaming down my face.
I tried to breathe, tried to calm myself, but every time I thought about what just happened, my stomach twisted. Antonio... he apologized. But I couldn't get the image out of my head. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. He was still the one holding my sister's freedom.
I wiped my face with my sleeve, but the tears kept coming. Why? Why did I have to do this? Was there no any other way?
Still in my thoughts,my phone buzzed but I ignored ..