Breaking Belle Read online

  “Dom,” she cried out. “Dom, I want you to fuck me, please!”

  I forced myself to pull my mouth off her pussy, undid my zipper and belt and pulled out my cock.

  “It will never be as sweet as this,” I told her roughly, and her pupils widened. “Next time, I won’t be this fucking gentle.”

  I fed my cock into her pussy, inch by inch, taking it slow. She gasped with every bit of it that got deeper inside her, and her tight little cunt kept spasming, covering me in so much juice the rest of my cock just slid inside her. She wiggled on my dick, desperate to take me deeper and feel me in every part of her wet pussy.

  “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Please Dom, stop torturing me, just fuck me!”

  I started thrusting into her, one mere push of my hips enough to make me curse out loud and grab her by the throat. She flinched and fought me as I raised her up, her hot little body desperately breathing in, her chest against mine.

  “Tell me to keep fucking you,” I growled on her lips, and she moaned for me, the sound so intoxicating I wanted to devour her on the spot. “Say it, Belle! Tell me to keep fucking going!”

  “Keep going,” she begged. “Please Dom, please sir, please keep going! I’ll do anything you want, just please… please keep going!”

  I fucked her while I choked the life right out of her, her breaths getting less and less steady, the sound of her choking making my cock even harder.

  “Not a virgin anymore,” I growled in her ear as I kept going, her body going limper and limper in my arms while she moaned. “Now you’re all mine, beautiful. All. Fucking. Mine!”

  She mewled and I held her close, our lips connecting desperately, giving each other what we needed and taking more with every lick and suck. I’d never fucked like this—made love like this. Like we were part of one being, like she shared every bit of my pain, like I knew every second of her life when she’d been truly happy. We were one, we were invincible. And I needed to mark the moment.

  “I’m going to fucking knock you up,” I said into her ear. “So you remember this… So you remember what it feels like to be fucked by a monster.”

  She cried out as I thrust into her. She howled and whispered my name as I fucked her full, letting my cock explode in her pussy and paint her walls with my thick, creamy seed. I groaned as I felt her clenching, her impossibly tight snatch squeezing every last drop of me inside her, making it run straight into her belly.

  “Dom,” she gasped, and then she couldn’t stop saying it, repeating my name over and over again as I held her in my strong arms.

  I tried to make it better, raining soft kisses all over her skin and begging her to be okay, to forgive me for what I’d done. But she wasn’t crying, still not completely broken. She just clung to me, her fingers desperately clawing at my skin and demanding I pay attention to nobody but her. I couldn’t look away, anyhow. Now I was completely hooked on the girl, and I knew thinking of a future without her wasn’t even an option anymore.

  “You’re perfect,” I groaned against her lips, leaving a bruising kiss on her mouth and reminding me she belonged to me and nobody else. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

  She hid her head in the crook of my shoulder, and I wrapped my jacket around her. A little trickle of cum ran down her thighs as I held her up, carrying her back into the castle. I swiped it with my finger and she moaned breathlessly as I pushed it back inside her.

  “Just to make sure,” I whispered into her hair, and she held on closer as I took her away.

  From then on, the garden would be more than just a painful memory.

  I FELT LIKE I WAS wrapped up in wool.

  My eyes opened slowly, lazily, and I started to remember what had happened the previous day. The way Dom had fucked me right there, under the moonlight in his sacred rose garden. And how he’d carried me to his bedroom, not mine, laid me down on his bed and covered me with a thick blanket. How he’d laid next to me and held me close the whole night, making sure I was okay.

  Now, the first thing I saw was Dom lying on the bed next to me, his arm possessively wrapped around my body as he held me close. I stirred in his arms, and he let out a long exhale, pulling me closer.

  “Don’t go,” he muttered against my hair, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “Not going anywhere,” I promised. “I’ll stay right here… for as long as you want me to.”

  My fingers explored his body, first wandering down his cheek and over his chin, making him grin in his half-asleep state. Then, I moved lower, tracing the lines of the tattoo on his neck. I always thought it was a flaming skull, but it was only now that I noticed a small tear in the corner of its eye and a rose symbol in the corner. I started to wonder whether it was really about Dom being so savage… or perhaps it was just showing me how much he suffered every day, bearing the pain of the death of everyone in his family.

  I couldn’t imagine it. The thought of losing my brothers and father, even though I wasn’t close with most of them, sent fear shooting up my spine. And to have them killed in cold blood right before my eyes… My body shivered at the mere thought of it. I would never be the same if that happened to me, and I knew it had affected Dominic in ways I couldn’t even begin to understand.

  Noise from downstairs disturbed my thoughts, and I raised my head to listen.

  “Did you hear that?” I asked Dom, and he groaned sleepily, but I shook his arm, so he’d listen to me. “Dom. It sounded like something fell over…”

  And then all hell broke loose.

  In the hallway, someone kicked the door to Dominic’s apartment so savagely it exploded inside, hanging off the hinges. Nico walked inside, wearing a big grin on his face, and I stared, not understanding a thing as the room filled with tall, broad-shouldered men that each looked menacing in their own way.

  Dom was in front of me in seconds, protectively pushing me behind him while I rushed to cover myself with the sheets. He was shirtless, but he had pajama pants on.

  “What the fuck is going on?” he growled, earning a smirk from Nico.

  “You thought you got rid of all your traitors,” he laughed. “Aleksei, and then Luca… You never suspected me for a second, did you, Dominico?”

  “Nico,” Dom grunted. “You’re from an Italian family. I knew your father. You were there when he was killed by these very men, Nicolas!”

  “He was never my father,” Nico spat out. “My real family is these men. Didn’t you ever doubt my story, Dominico? Did you really think I took that gap year after school to explore the world? I was taken in by them, and they showed me how wrong I was.”

  He forced his shirt over his head, and I winced when I saw his chest was covered in thick, puckered scars. He wore the smile of a madman, and adrenaline pulsed through my veins as the men surrounded us.

  “I have the scars to prove I am loyal,” Nico grinned. “Not to you, son of a bitch, to them.”

  He moved his head, motioning for the men to attack, and they were on us in seconds.

  That was when I started screaming, a shrill, petrified sound tearing itself from my lungs, begging for Dom to save me. He lunged at me, holding me behind him. He was flexing so much I could feel the veins throbbing in his biceps, and I stared over his shoulder feeling more scared than I had been in my entire life. Dominic was a dangerous man… But these people in front of me, the Russians, were the real threat here.

  One of them raised a gun to Dom, and he roared with anger, pushing me further back on the bed.

  “Give us the girl,” a man with a thick accent barked at Dom.

  “Never,” the beast in him snarled, but we were surrounded. There was no way we would get out of this together—or alive.

  In seconds, someone had grabbed me from behind, and I screamed in pure terror as I was dragged away from a cursing Dom, the sheets torn off my body until I was left naked and shivering on the floor.

  “Arabelle!” Dominic roared with such intense anger the whole room seemed to tremble. “Don�
�t you dare fucking touch her. If you touch a hair on her head, I will fucking make sure you suffer before you die.”

  Nico laughed out loud, shaking his head with bitterness burning in his eyes.

  “You’ll never get her back,” he told Dom.

  But Dominic wasn’t having it.

  He jumped off the bed and started to me, and the next thing I heard was a gunshot.

  I screamed so loud, I thought I’d burst my eardrums. Three men came to me, grabbing my naked body, my feet kicking out and my arms smashing anything and everything in their way. But none of them gave a shit, and I stared at Dom for a split second before Nico and somebody else blocked my view. I screamed for him to save me, my voice breaking with tears as the men’s laughter cut in. They dragged me away, two of them grabbing me, the third throwing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. I punched his back to no avail. I was carried out of the room, and the last thing I saw was Dominic’s unmoving, bleeding body on the floor.

  After what seemed like minutes of their laughter, I stopped screaming and started sobbing. I stopped fighting back and let them carry me outside, the brute’s hands feeling unnatural and unwelcome on my naked back. I wanted to die, but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have to wish for death too much longer.

  Either they’d kill me, or I’d be better off dead than whatever else they had in store for me…

  My new prison cell was nothing like the beautiful castle room Dominic had kept me in.

  It was a prison, a real one this time, and if I ever forgot about it, my tied limbs reminded me that I was being held captive every day.

  It had been five days… five long, torturous days of no mercy, barely any food and water, and a barren cellar with a bucket and a mattress on the floor. Most of the time I was tied up, and rarely noticed, for which I was grateful. At least they were ignoring me, not making me into their plaything like I had feared they would. But none of it mattered. I was a broken doll without my beast, the man who made me whole. And knowing we’d left him in his castle for dead was making me lose my mind. As the days passed, I felt myself succumbing to the darkness more and more.

  And Dominic never came.

  The only time I saw anyone was when the doors opened and someone shoved food into my room. I ate greedily, even though I didn’t completely understand why. But the water that I drank in gulps and the dry, stale bread I forced into my mouth would keep me going. I only had one goal now. Get out of this horrible prison and enact revenge on anyone who had played a part in taking down Dominic.

  There was one person I hated more than anyone—Nico, the thug who had stood at my man’s side for years, playing a part and pretending to be a trusted friend and advisor. And now he had turned his back on Dominic, done the very thing my beast was most afraid of. I would never forgive him for separating us. As the days passed, I kept hoping that Dominic would somehow come back and save me… but with time passing so fast, I knew there was no hope left for me.

  He was gone.

  The door suddenly opened, and I scrambled into the corner of my prison. My heart was pounding fast, beating out of control as Nico walked inside the room.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he said, the nickname Dom had used with me sounding bitter and mocking on his lips. “How are you handling your new home? Not as luxurious, is it?”

  “Fuck you,” I snarled at him.

  “Oh, she speaks!” he laughed out loud. “And man, does she have a dirty little mouth on her.”

  He approached me with slow, steady steps, and grabbed my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. I resisted, hissing at him, ready to spit in his godawful face. But he just grinned at me like the cat that got the cream.

  “Don’t you dare resist,” he said simply. “I’ll only end up hurting you more. I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on you. Dom’s little prized possession. Oh, I’m going to break you so good.”

  I didn’t say a word, trying to ignore the tears prickling my eyes as he backed away and kicked at the platter on the floor, laughing at my situation.

  “You know, you could get out of here,” he said. “You could have a room even better than the one in the castle… And a maid, all to yourself.”

  “I don’t want that,” I said, shaking my head and pulling my legs against my chest.

  “You can have it all,” he said. “Just give yourself to me willingly, beautiful.”

  I glared at him, feeling anger seeping through my pores like poison.

  “I’ll never come with you,” I told him plainly, and he stared me down. “Never. What part of no don’t you understand?”

  “Why not?” he asked. “He’s not with you anymore, he can’t save you now. Why do you care who your captor is?”

  “Because I love him,” I spat out, and the evil man laughed in my face.

  “You love him?” he repeated, his laughter echoing in the room. “You have no idea what love is, little girl. You never will, after I’m done with you.”

  “You’ll have to force me,” I told him, and he shrugged dismissively.

  “I’ll force you,” he said, his words holding a dark promise for the future. “I’ll fucking force you if I have to.”

  He made his way back to the door when I screamed, a long, exasperated sound piercing the silence inside the cellar. Nico turned back to look at me, a curious look on his face as his eyes connected with mine.

  “What have you done to Dom?” I asked him, my fingers shaking as I crawled closer, stopping at his feet. “Please, just tell me what happened.”

  “Nothing you should concern yourself with,” he barked at me. “He’ll be dead by the morning.”

  I couldn’t stop the tears anymore, and I hissed at him again when he tried to touch me. He looked at me with resentment as he got back up.

  “You can’t love a monster,” he told me, and I glared at him. “You can’t love a man once the monster has taken over.”

  “I love both,” I said. “And I always will.”

  He didn’t say another word, just gave me a thoughtful look, and then walked out of the room. The door clicked shut, and then I heard the lock being turned, and once again I was plunged into darkness.

  THE HOURS HAD TURNED INTO days, the days into two weeks.

  It was all starting to blend together in a mess of blood and bruises. I was beaten every day. They’d kicked my ass so many times, but I still fought back every single time they touched me, roaring and screaming as they landed blows all over my flesh. I wasn’t going to give up. I wasn’t giving in. I was going to get out alive and rescue my girl… once I’d killed them off, one by one.

  But for now, I had to wait it out. Pretend to be completely out of it and gather my strength while they waited for me to die. I had no doubt that was their endgame—getting rid of the very last Bianchi. I knew the Russians. The Mikhailovs wouldn’t rest until the last Bianchi blood was spilled, soaking the soil where my family rested.

  I played it safe. I barely moved in my restraints, letting my captors believe I was as good as dead. I let them torture me, taking the pain they dealt without once fighting back.

  All the while, I was plotting my escape. Because I was going to get out of this alive… they were the ones who would not.

  Now, everything was set in place, and I was ready to start making my way out of the hellhole they’d put me in. As far as I knew, we were still in the castle. I was certain Belle was in the same building too, I just wasn’t sure where. I hoped for the Russians’ sake they’d kept her in better conditions than mine. If they’d hurt her, then they would die an agonizing death.

  I heard the door creaking open, and I shifted my head to the side, pretending I was asleep.

  The sound of boots on the hard ground almost made me twitch, and once they stopped, I braced myself for the pain.

  Someone punched me in the face, and I felt a trickle of blood run down from my nose.

  “He’s as good as dead,” a voice I didn’t know said.

  “Good.” This wa
s Nico. I’d recognize that fucking son of a bitch anywhere, even with my eyes closed. “Then everything is ready, and we can move on to the plan.”

  Two men lifted me up, groaning under my weight. They put me in something that felt like a wheelbarrow, and someone wheeled it out of the room. My hands were taken out of the chains and I had to fight the smile making its way on my face. These men were fucking morons, and I was going to put them to rest the second they got me out of there.

  I heard voices around me and figured there were about four men I’d have to take down. I was wheeled outside, feeling the cold on my face. The sun was shining down brightly for once, I could feel it on my face. I let its warming rays fuel me, along with the rage flowing through my veins. I was ready to take them all down.

  The wheelbarrow came to a stop, and I remained still as they talked about me like I wasn’t even there.

  “We just bury him?” Nico asked. “Like this?”

  “Look at him,” another voice cut in, kicking at my lifeless body. “He’s as good as gone, he’ll never wake up. Throw him in the grave.”

  “Shoot him in the head once you’re done,” Nico said. “Can’t take any chances.”

  I heard sounds of approval, and then the man who used to be my most trusted advisor leaned down next to me.

  “Goodbye, Bianchi,” he said with venom in his voice before spitting in my face and walking off.

  It took everything I had in me not to pull him back and beat the shit out of him. But I needed to bide my time, so I waited, and then waited some more. The men slowly left, leaving only one or two to bury me by the sounds of it. I knew I could take them. The adrenaline had been building for hours, and now I was finally fucking ready.

  I opened my eyes. There were three men, but the sunlight was blinding. I pulled myself out of the wheelbarrow as fast as I could, and I was on them in seconds, attacking like a savage.

  I tore into them, knocking one of the men out before he even had the chance to scream. He lay on the ground unmoving as I went to work on the other two.