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Cataleya Valentina Velez:

I walk into my room and look at the outfit Brandon picked out. He placed it, neatly on my bed, with a little note:

𝐵𝐼𝒯𝒞𝐻 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊! 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓉, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝒻𝒶𝑒𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑒!

~ 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷

It's a dress. A red dress with a deep cut in the front. Oh god...

I know that Rio's been busy lately, not really paying attention to anything anyone has to say, but why did Brandon make this dress? This one out of all the options?

I mean, sure, we're going to celebrate New Year's eve together, but damn.

There's no reason for me to wear something so sensual for just the group.

But at the same time, I kind of want to wear the dress. Not to please Rio. But to annoy him. Show him something without giving it to him. At least not immediately.

Plus, the dress is absolutely stunning. So I'm positive it will drive him insane.

Tonight is the night we celebrate the beginning of a new year. But tonight's also the night where I take charge. Or at least try to.

I still have no clue how I'm going to do it. He told me that, if I want to take charge, I should never ask for it and just take it. So I will. I'll try. Tonight.

I change into the dress Brandon made and look in the mirror. It's not as bad as I thought, but still. The cut is deep enough to reach the middle of my chest, almost exposing my boobs. Uhm...

'Is that really what you're wearing today?' I turn to the voice that almost scares me to death and sigh deeply.

Of course, he doesn't fucking knock.

'Brandon made it.' I explain, even though I don't have to, before turning back to the mirror. I still have to do my hair and maybe add some make-up to my face. 'Is there something you need, Rio?'

I can see him watching me through the mirror, but he doesn't seem to care that I caught him staring at me. He continues to do so even when I head to the little desk in the corner of my room.

'Rafael?' He clears his throat and looks at his watch, before looking back up at me. Am I making him nervous?

We haven't done anything in three days, which might be a reason for his state right now. He seems pretty desperate.

'Pack your stuff, we're leaving.' What?

As far as I know, we're not supposed to go anywhere until next week. 'Since when?'

'Since Leonardo decided that it would be a good idea to celebrate his birthday in Barcelona.' He chimes, stepping towards my closet. What is he doing? He looks at a few different dresses and turns back to me. 'You only have to pack for two weeks, since we'll be going away when that test of yours is done with. We're going to head back to Italy after that.'

It's a miracle that he's even explaining all of this to me. He never tells me anything before it happens.

'Alright.' He nods and walks back to the door, but stops before leaving. His eyes are glued to me, to the dress that's wrapping tight around my waist and chest.

Brandon was right. This is driving him insane.

'Was that all?' 'Don't test me, Valentina.' I almost respond to his dark voice, but I'm magically able to contain myself.

'You're the one staring at me like some creep.' I sigh, walking back to the mirror, keeping my eyes on his while I apply some lipstick to my lips. He follows the lipstick as I slowly paint my lips, feeling my cheeks go red because of his gaze.

'Can I help you?' I ask, turning back to him. He takes a deep breath and smirks at me. 'Oh, you certainly can. But we have to get ready to leave, since our flight leaves in less than an hour, so no.' Oh- Uhm...

His eyes say it all. His mind is going places I can't wait to explore. It's his dark side. It's the side I started to get addicted to. But I'm sure I could get it with any man. I just have to find the right one.

But until then, I'll just enjoy my time with Rio.

He turns back to the hall and starts walking away, probably heading to his room so he can pack himself. 'Rio!'

He stops in his tracks and turns back to me. 'Put on something decent, we'll all be dressing up.' I chime, instantly shutting the door so he won't come running back to finish whatever it is he had in mind.

I finish my hair and make-up and start packing my stuff. He told me to only pack for two weeks, so that's what I do. I pack just enough for two weeks in one of the little suitcases I owned ever since they abducted us.

Time flies I guess.

I head to the hall and see that I'm one of the first. Celine is also wearing a very elegant, light blue, silky dress. It wraps around her body perfectly, showing her curves.

'Brandon.' We say in unison at each other's outfits. Kai chuckles and smiles at Celine.

I have to admit, I had my doubts about them at first, but they do look cute together. And Kai isn't as bad as I thought he was. I still don't trust him completely, but it's not up to me.

'No kissing until we get to Barcelona!' Brandon shouts from down the hall. We turn to him, all gasping for air at the sight of him. He's wearing the most extravagant outfit ever, a black suit with red vines crawling all over the place.

It fits him perfectly, but holy shit.

He made all of us dress up as if we're going to a fucking ball.

'I agree with Brandon on that one, it's getting a little too touchy in here.' Marco chuckles as he steps into the hall.

He gasps for air when he sees me, making me blush brighter than ever.

Marco is a sweet guy, he sure is, and I would give him a chance if he tried. He's handsome and kind, so why not?

Because I signed those papers. I can't date anyone until my time with Rio is done. But when will that happen?

We didn't really say anything about a time period. We didn't talk about how long this will last. So I have no clue when all of this will end. But until then, I'll keep my end of the deal.

'You look amazing Cataleya.' He smiles, slowly stepping closer to look at me. I smile at him and feel my cheeks heat up like crazy. 'Thank you.'

I'm nervous around him. Not as nervous as I get when I'm with Rafael, but that's because Rafael has seen a side of me Marco hasn't. I'm sure that will change when we get to that. If we get to that.

'You don't look too bad yourself.' I state, looking him up and down. He's wearing a suit today. Marco usually wears normal clothes, shirts, and jeans, unlike the Curzio's who always wear a button-up and those expensive trousers of them.

'Is everyone ready to go?' We all turn to the loud voice from behind us and wait for someone to respond. 'I think so.' Leon chimes as he pulls Neveah with him.

She's wearing a dark green dress, similar to Celine's, just a little different. Hers have no straps at all.

I like the color on her. She never wore it before, but since Brandon picks most of her outfits, she's been wearing it most of the time. And it suits her.

'Andiamo!' Roman chimes as he heads through the door. He rushes to one of the cars outside and turns to the others, waiting for everyone to decide which they're going to be driving.

'I claim the girls!' Brandon shouts, pulling Neveah, Celine, and me towards a jeep, leaving the others behind. 'See you there!' Celine shouts, before slamming the door.

I jump in the car as well and wait for Neveah to follow, and she does.

Drives with Brandon and Celine are way more fun than with any of the others. Sure they're fun, but they don't blast music like Brandon does. They don't shout at the top of their lungs like Celine and Neveah do.

And that's what we do. It takes us less than ten minutes to get to the airport, but we scream at the top of our lungs to a bunch of songs by Beyonce and Rihanna, leaving our throats hoarse and dry when we arrive.

But it's worth it.

We're the first to arrive, instantly rushing inside to get the best spots, all the way in the back. It has more leg space and a little tv in the seats in front of you, so why not.

Normally Rio and Leon sit here, but since they're not here yet, we decide to take their places and get comfortable before they get here.

After about ten more minutes, they finally get here, looking at us a little annoyed. Mostly Leon, because Rio simply strides past us and enters the little cabin in the back.

I've never been there before, but I'm happy he disappeared in there. At least he didn't complain about us sitting here.

'You know-' 'Go sit over there Leon, and don't complain.' Celine smiles at him and turns back to Brandon, who's apparently pouring all of us a drink. 'Let's start the party!' Oh god!

I already know Brandon and Neveah are going to get wasted, and I just pray to god that Celine won't get as drunk as them.

The engine starts and before we know it, we're up in the air already.

'Come on, one glass won't hurt.' Neveah chimes, trying to hand me one. I sigh, knowing that it won't, and take it.

We cling our glasses together and all take a sip, before leaning back in our chairs. These are certainly comfortable.

'So what's the plan for tomorrow?' Brandon asks as he finishes his glass already. Neveah did too. And they both pour themselves another one. 'Take it easy.' 'I was thinking about a spa, but since they wanted to move today, I don't know anymore.' Neveah sighs, turning to Celine.

'You know there are spas in Barcelona as well, right?' Neveah nods and takes another sip from her glass, before shrugging. 'We'll see, we might just hang out and explore the city a little.'

'Oh, and don't forget to give him the magic birthday sex!' Brandon exclaims, making our eyes widen. All except for Neveah who seems to find his outburst very amusing. 'As if they don't have enough sex already!'

I point my glass at Celine before taking another sip. Whatever this is, it's absolutely amazing.

'And by the way, why are you drinking? Aren't you trying to get pregnant?' Celine asks, making all of us turn to Neveah. She's right about that. 'I'm on my period, so let me enjoy tonight!' She shouts in defense, making all of us stare at her for another second.

'Are you really?' 'Do you want me to show you or something?' She laughs, taking another sip from her glass. 'Neveah?'

'Okay, fine! I tested negative, meaning I'm not pregnant, so please let me drink my problems away tonight!' Oh... So she really has been trying to get pregnant.

'If you're going to explore the city, I'm coming too. I don't want to be stuck inside the house all day.' Brandon sighs, tapping Neveah on the shoulder. 'Sure, but if you even try about cockblocking again, I'm going to kill you.'

That's a thing between them. They tend to stop each other from having sex. Especially Brandon. He's really good at it too. As if he can feel it whenever Neveah and Leon are trying to have sex.

I'm happy that he's not thinking about trying it with me. He knows Rio would fucking kill him if he even thought about it.

'How long is this flight even?' 'Less than two hours.' Roman chimes in. He rests his head on the soft wall and looks at me. ' Tired?' I ask, smiling at him.

He nods and closes his eyes, turning the other way so he can take a nap. 'I'll wake you when we get there.' 'Thank you.' He yawns, making me pout a little.

Roman is a big guy, not taller than Rio, but big. But he's such a softy once you get to know him.

'What are you going to do tomorrow, Ley?' Neveah asks, apparently they're still talking about tomorrow. 'Study, since the test is next week.' 'When the test comes around, you can basically recite every line from that book.' Brandon jokes, making me chuckle.

I really have been studying all the time. But I know I need it. There's no way I'm failing this year.

If we finish this, we get our degree. We can finally stop with the bullshit and really get to work.

'Neveah, have you even been studying?' I ask, turning back to her. Her eyes widen and she turns the other way, pouring herself another glass. 'Neveah?'

'Well, not really. But I'm sure I'll be fine!' She tries to excuse herself, but it's no use. 'Neveah!' 'I know! Matilda bla bla bla! I'll be fine!'

'She can always cheat?' Brandon suggests, trying to stop himself from laughing. 'There will be a supervisor of course.' Celine mumbles, making Neveah sigh deeply. 'I'm going to be fine, I'll start studying after tomorrow, I promise.'

'You better.' I groan, hoping that she will. She needs to ace this test. We both need to ace this test. Cause if we don't, we're screwed. We have to pay for another year of college and there's no way we can afford that.

'She'll be fine, Leya!' Brandon exclaims, trying to pour me another drink. But I'm not in the mood to drink anymore. One glass is enough for now. 'No thanks.'

He shrugs and brings the bottle to his lips, finishing it within less than five seconds. He's going to be fucked...

And he is. He keeps singing, shouting at the top of his lungs, for the rest of the flight. But it's fine though. It's fun. He dances around the place, stumbling over his own feet as he walks down the aisle and starts to twerk on the others.

Marco pushes his brother away and looks at us strangely, trying to keep himself from vomiting all over the place.

'Are you okay?' He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. 'I think I'm traumatized for life.'

I watch as he almost pukes and can't stop laughing. He's way too dramatic, but it's funny. Despite Marco trying to push Brandon away, Brandon continues to dance on his brother, in a way that makes it funnier than ever.

We all have a great time, most of us laughing at Brandon and Marco, and wait until we get back on the ground.

There are only three cars parked outside of the plane, two sports cars, and one jeep. 'We'll meet you at the house.' Leon states, kissing Neveah before he heads to a different car. Marco follows Leon towards one of the sports cars and gets in as well.

'Kai drives with you guys, Roman, you're with me.' Rio, who just walks down the steps, states, walking to the other sports car. Roman nods and waves at us, before getting in as well.

'I am so going to drive!' Brandon exclaims, stumbling to the car. Our eyes widen and we all rush to him, stopping him from getting in the driver seat.

Instead, Kai drives. Celine sits next to him and Brandon, Neveah, and I sit in the backseat, with me in the middle, since the both of them are kind of wasted already.

Celine is also a bit tipsy, but not as bad as Brandon or Neveah.

'Cataleya, I really love you, did you know that?' She whispers, making me laugh. I nod and try to stop her from laying down on me entirely. 'Come on, it's barely eight pm! I thought you said you wanted to stay awake for the fireworks?'

She nods and closes her eyes for e few seconds, making me wonder if she's going to fall asleep. But then she suddenly opens her eyes and starts kicking Celine's seat. 'Put on some music!'

Celine laughs and reaches for the station, turning on the music.

Brandon and Neveah have a duet, making everyone listen to them since they sing so loud, to the song Side To Side by Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj.

'Stop at the drive-through, I'm hungry!' Neveah shouts, pointing at a McDonald's drive-through. Kai turns to Celine, who shrugs.

We go through the drive-through and all order a menu, finishing it on the way back to the house.

The moment we get to the house, I look at Celine. This house is way too small for all of us. 'Didn't Rio tell you we're going to the tiniest house they own?'

Of course not! 'Guess I'll be sleeping on Roman's lap!' Brandon shouts as he jumps out of the car. The other cars are already parked in the street, making me wonder if they heard Brandon's statement from inside.

'Brandon!' Neveah shouts as she starts laughing. I help her out of the car and practically carry her to the door. Kai and Celine follow behind, closing the door as we enter the tiny house.

I mean, it's bigger than our house in Florida but smaller than any of the other Curzio houses I've seen so far.

'Took you long enough.' Roman chimes as he enters the hallway. The inside of the house reminds me of some prestigious high school or something. Typical rich people houses. A little old and rusty, but somehow elegant and homey.

'I need another drink after those two.' Kai jokes, heading to the kitchen to probably grab himself a bottle of something stronger than wine. 'More drinks! I'm down!' Brandon runs after him, making Kai groan out of annoyance when he enters the kitchen.

'Oh, I want some-' 'Nope, you had enough!' Celine shouts as she pulls Neveah into the living room. I follow them into the living room and glance around the room.

Leon, Rio, Brandon, and Marco are sitting on the couch, talking about a bunch of different things. There's a fire burning in the fireplace, some jazzy background music, and a bunch of champagne bottles on the table.

This house is definitely smaller than any other house I've seen, but it's cozy. There's a bunch of big windows, allowing us the most beautiful view of the city. 'Is this where we'll be watching fireworks?' I ask, stepping closer to the windows.

'If you want to, but it won't start until later.' Marco chimes, jumping off the couch to stand next to me. 'I'll be up, I think.' 'So will I. We could watch together if you want?'

'Let's all watch together! I love fireworks!' Brandon, who's basically jumping on his brother, shouts. I laugh as I watch the two of them fight again, and slowly step away from them, turning to the others.

Leonardo is whispering something into Neveah's ear before he heads back to the hall. Where is he going?

Neveah and Celine are looking at the food that's placed on the table, grabbing a bunch of different stuff while they talk about something Neveah seems pretty passionate about. 'Someone please tell Celine that she's smoking hot!' What?

I walk over to them and stare at Neveah. 'She sure is, but are you okay?' Neveah chuckles and nods at my question, pointing at me before wrapping her arms around me.

'I swear to god,' She chimes as she stumbles towards the couch, 'if I was a man, I would seriously- no wait.'

Neveah turns towards me and points in my direction. 'I would first bang Leya- since she's gorgeous and all.'

Our eyes widen at her words and I'm barely able to keep in my laughter.

'After that, I would fucking slaughter Celine's pussy!' She yells, leaning backward, almost dropping on her ass.

I quickly rush over to her and push her onto the couch. Laughing at her current mood.

'And after that, I would bang every woman in the world, gracing them with my beautiful seed!-' She props herself up and smiles widely at us, 'Because women are absolutely gorgeous!'

We all burst out in laughter, even Rio who I didn't think was listening to anything we had to say in the first place.

'You are absolutely insane.' Rio smiles, gracing us with his, used to be rare, but precious, smile.

Neveah's mood immediately drops as she stares at him in the most serious way ever.

She gets up from the couch and walks towards him, slightly pushing him away before walking back into the main hall.

'Don't fucking talk to me, asshole!' She yells, before dramatically throwing her arms in the air. 'Tiago! Come fuck me!'

We all stare at each other for a second and burst into laughter as her footsteps fade into the hall.

'Is she always like this when she's drunk?' Kai and Marco ask a little confused. I laugh at the look on their faces but nod. 'Trust me, this is nothing.'

'Oh god.' Brandon laughs as he tries to get up from the ground. Apparently, Marco left him there. I help him up and make sure he doesn't fall since he's barely able to keep himself up. 'I'm tired!'

'Do you want to go to bed?' He nods and wraps his arms around me like a little kid. 'Come on, let me take you to your room.'

'Where are you going?' Celine asks as I drag Brandon out of the living room. 'I'll be right back, just taking him to his room!'

I carry him down the hall, into a random room, hoping that he'll be okay in there. He drops on the bed and takes off his clothes until he's only wearing his underwear.

'Get underneath the sheets and go sleep.' 'Stay with me Leya!' He shouts, suddenly energetic again. I sigh, but walk back to the bed, sitting next to him.

'Make sure to give Rio a good job tonight.' What? He chuckles at my face and nods as he slowly closes his eyes. 'You two will be sharing a room, you know.' Of course...

I knew there weren't going to be enough rooms, but I didn't think about the plan yet. I didn't know that it was already decided that I was going to be sharing a room with Rio tonight.

Not that it matters, right. We've been sharing a bed for more than two months by now, so it shouldn't matter. And it doesn't. Right?

'Go to sleep, not everything is about sex.' He opens his eyes, just to look me dead in mine, and starts laughing. 'You are insane, go sleep!'

'Goodnight Cataleya.' He smiles, as I get up and head to the door. 'Goodnight Brandon.' I close the door behind me and turn around, seeing Celine and Kai disappear into another room.

Roman is also stumbling towards one of the rooms, nodding at me as he gets in. I smile back and head to the living room, finding out that everyone left already. Even Marco and Rio are gone.

Where did everyone go? I walk into the kitchen, seeing no one's there either, so I walk back to the living room and sit on the couch, while I stare into the fire.

So far for celebrating New Year's eve together. Everyone went to their own room, to do their own shit. Neveah and Leonardo are probably having sex, so are Celine and Kai. Roman looked pretty tired, Marco and Rio are nowhere to be found, so I'm all alone again.

Not that it matters. At least this way I'll have some time for myself. Some time to catch my breath and enjoy the sounds of twigs snapping because of the fire.

But it doesn't take long for the silence to be interrupted by a loud voice entering the living room. Rio's loud voice. 'You better get me that fucking shipment, before I fucking kill you.' Oh god...

I try to make myself as unnoticeable as possible and crawl into a ball, hiding in on the side of the couch. 'Remember who the fuck you're talking to, Vincenzo, I'm not playing around.'

I don't think I've ever heard him this angry before, so I wonder what's going on. 'I don't care what you have to do for it,' The glass he's holding looks like it's about to burst, 'just don't kill innocent people and make sure the cops stay out of this. I don't need more trouble.'

What? So suddenly Rio is all about not killing innocent people? Has he always been like that? 'You better fix it, before I have to come over there to fix it myself. Because if I have to come over there myself, giuro su Dio, you will regret it.' Oh god...

'Good.' He hangs up the phone and finishes his drink, before he throws it through the room, shattering it into a million pieces.

'You have serious anger issues.' His eyes pierce through mine, sending a wave of fear through me again.

A wave I haven't felt in weeks.

I should've kept my fucking mouth shut. I should've known now wasn't the time to say a thing, but I did. God knows why!?

'What are you doing here? I thought everyone went to bed?' I shrug and get up from the couch, stepping closer to the window again. 'I brought Brandon to his room and when I got back, everyone was gone.'

'Everyone is tired from the trip.' I nod, understanding what he's trying to say. The only thing that makes it strange, is why is he telling me?

He seemed pretty pissed earlier. And here he is, talking to me about how tired the others are.

'So far watching fireworks.' I chuckle softly and turn back around, ready to head to bed myself. I get why the others went to bed early, I'm getting pretty tired myself.

But I freeze. I freeze because of Rio's eyes that are basically undressing me in the middle of the room. 'You look tired.'

'I am.' I sigh, making him nod at my words. He steps back and looks at me. 'Come on, let's go to our room then. '

'Right, our room.' I retort, making him sigh deeply. 'I'm not going to share a bed with Roman or my cousin, so yes. Our room, Valentina. Is that a problem?'

I shake my head and head back into the hall, turning to the hallway where the others are sleeping. 'This way Valentina.' Rio states, making me turn to him. He's still standing in the hall, just on the other side. There is only one room there, making me wonder where he's taking me.

But I follow him. I follow him to the only door and wait until he opens it. There's a staircase behind it, leading to a basement. There's no metal door with a code in this house, but I don't think this basement is that different from the others.

'We're sleeping in the Red Room tonight.' Rio whispers as he starts walking down the stairs. I gulp away the lump in my throat and follow him down the stair, knowing that I won't be able to sleep anywhere else tonight.

If it gets too bad, I'll simply sleep on the couch in the living room.

We reach the Red Room, which is similar to the one in Madrid and Barletta, with black and red leather and silk everywhere.

All of this scared me not so long ago. But now it's almost as normal as any other bedroom. Just a little different. Okay, a lot different. But it's not as scary as it was before.

Rio starts unbuttoning his shirt, not caring about me being in the room. Not that he should, because damn. That man is pure muscle. As if he works out every second he can. And he kind of does.

'Are you going to keep staring or are you going to change?' He asks, not even looking at me.

He knows I'm staring at him because he's gorgeous. He's an asshole, but a gorgeous one. I'll give him that.

Rio walks back to the hall and closes the door behind him, probably heading to the shower before he heads to bed. Great!

I walk over to the drawers, quickly peeking inside to see which one has the ropes.

I'm still going through with my plan, despite me being tired. I'm not that tired. I still want to take the lead tonight. And I will.

I grab all the things I think I need, most of it rope to tie him to the bed, and run to my suitcase, which is already in the room since they planned it all out.

Rio takes short showers and is already done after ten minutes. He walks back into the room with nothing but a towel hanging low around his waist, making me stop whatever I'm doing so I can stare at him.

'Eyes up here Valentina.' He smirks, lowering the towel just a little more, so I'll keep staring at the right places. 'Valentina.' God he's good at this...

I shake away my thoughts and turn the other way so I can collect myself. I hear footsteps going around the room and freeze when I feel him standing close behind me. 'Turn around.'

'No.' I breathe, hearing his breath hitch in the back of his throat. 'No?' I nod and keep facing the wall, trying to see how far he'll let me go before taking charge. Not that I'll let him, because tonight it's my turn.

'No.' I repeat, trying not to turn around and kiss him. He presses his body onto mine and takes a deep breath, sending shivers down my spine. 'You're going to give me a hard time after the three most long-drawn days ever?'

Now... I slowly turn around, pressing my hand on his chest, as I try to hide the rope behind my back. 'You missed me, didn't you?' I ask, trying to sound as seductive as possible.

And it's working. He steps closer, allowing me to push him back just a little, before taking another step. 'What if I did?' Yes...

'You could've simply gone to my room, you know.' I smile, giving him another push to get him onto the bed. He drops onto the bed and smirks at me, tilting his head a little. 'If I had the time, I would've, trust me.'

He notices the hand behind my back and wants to say something, but I climb on top of him and push him back, not allowing him to say another word. 'What are you doing Valentina?' He asks, before pulling me closer to him.

I can feel his hand trying to reach for the rope, so I pull back just a little and stare into his eyes. His dark, hazel, bewitching eyes. Fucking hell...

This is a lot harder than I thought, but I'm not going to give up. Not yet.

'I'm enjoying my night.' I whisper, slowly leaning in to kiss him. 'This isn't enjoying, this is-' I silence him by pressing my lips against his, making sure to keep him in place with one hand while I swiftly wrap the rope around his wrists with the other.

Before he can ever respond, I tie him to the bed frame, as tight as I can. It takes some time, because of him moving and trying to push me off of him, but I'm more eager for this than anything else. So I win.

'Valentina...' His tone sounds cautionary, warning me to think about my next move wisely, telling me to untie him without actually saying it. But I step back and stare at the half-naked man on the bed in front of me.

I fucking tied Rafael Adriano Curzio to a bed.

He's ready for me to use, instead of the other way around.

'I knew something was up.' He grunts, trying to break the bed to get free. I take a deep breath and walk back to the bed, pulling the towel from his waist, forcing him to lay there naked. Completely naked.

Amazing. Just what I wanted. And fuck, does it feel good.

'Valentina, if you untie me now, I won't punish you. But if you don't-' 'You'll what?' I ask, pushing his buttons. He smirks and looks at me, with darkness in his eyes. The darkness I like. The darkness I need from him.

'You'll see.' I shake my head and climb on top of him again, moving my dress up just enough for my panties to touch his dick as I sit on top of him. He groans and tries to escape again. He's strong and I know that if he really tries to, he would easily break the bed, but he's not that desperate yet.

'Valentina, I swear-' 'Shut it.' I sneer, looking at his slowly growing length. He can say what he wants, but he seems to enjoy it.

I simply wrap my fingers around him, pumping my hand up and down a few times, and he's hard. Eager for release already.

I listen as he groans out of annoyance and can't stop feeling the pride grow inside of me. Once Rio is hard, I move my panties to the side and slowly lower myself on his dick, allowing him to fill me up as much as he can. And god it hurts.

We both moan when he's all the way in, looking at each other with wide eyes. We've never done this before, with me on top, so this is something completely new. I slowly move up and down on him, trying not to break because of the pain.

It's too painful, but it's the only way I'll be able to stay in charge. Because the moment I'm underneath him is the moment he wins.

So I continue to grind my hips on his, despite the pain it causes, hearing him crumble underneath me. He absolutely hates the pace I'm keeping up, but there's no way I can take him like this faster, I'll fucking tear.

'Valentina, go faster.' He groans, trying to pull down his hands. He doesn't seem to care about the rope cutting right through his skin. All he cares about is me fastening this pace, but I can't. And I hate that I can't.

Because this pace is killing even me. It's too slow, too soft. Not what I thought it would be at all. If I could just be underneath Rio right now, without him being in charge, I would. But that's not an option.

He'll take charge as soon as I'm underneath him. So that's why I decided to do it this way, but god, this isn't working. It's only causing pain, barely any pleasure. I stop, pressing my hands against his hard chest, leaning down so that our faces are just inches away from each other, and try to catch my breath.

He presses his lips against my neck and moves them up to my ear. 'You wanted to do this, so do it.' He whispers, fighting the urge to break free again. 'This is the only chance you get.' shit...

The only chance I'll get and I messed it up. No. I'm going to fix this. 'Fuck me, Valentina.' He groans, gently thrusting his hips up a little.

I arch my back and kiss him softly, before grinding on him again. I fasten my pace as much as I can and start feeling my orgasm build up inside of me. It's small, but it's something.

'Keep- Fuck.' He groans, making the knot grow slowly. 'Faster.' I try, but there's no way I can go faster than this. It hurts too much. My legs are too weak to ride him any faster.

'Fuck.' I moan, feeling the knot grow even more when he bucks his hips just a little. The pain is also rising, since he's going deeper again, and it's making tears form in my eyes.

The part where I took the lead, felt empowering. I've never been so proud of anything in my entire life, but this is not what I wanted. I wanted to be in charge of both our pleasures, but neither of us seems to really enjoy this.

Well, he kind of does, but not as much as him being in charge. And to be honest, this just hurts too much for me to enjoy it.

But I'm not going to stop until this is over. Maybe I'll get used to it.

'Keep- going.' He grunts, moving his hips up a little more. I nod and look into his eyes, trying to keep going without breaking on top of him. He's supposed to be breaking because of me, not the other way around.

'I need you to come first.' I manage to say, trying to keep up the pace so that he will. 'I know, so keep going.' I nod and keep my eyes on him as I turn it up a notch, making my legs shake because of the pain.

This shit is a whole ass workout, but it's going to be worth it if he comes first. He leans up, to kiss me, but I push him back and look into his eyes. 'No- Fuck.'

'Valentina.' He moans, slightly rolling his eyes back. With all the energy I have left, I ride him as fast as I can, trying to make sure that we both come, and we do.

We explode into a million pieces, him harder than me, and I watch as he empties himself inside of me, shaking underneath me, with sweat dripping down his body. Holy shit...

All the pain, all the slow-paced shit, was worth it. So fucking worth it.

I let my body fall on his and catch my breath, hearing his heartbeat out of his fucking chest. 'Untie me.' He groans, pulling at the restrain on his wrists. I pull myself up and untie him, falling on top of him as I'm still trying to collect myself.

'Now that you finally had your chance, this will never happen again Valentina.' He smirks, turning us around. Now he's the one on top, pinning my hands above my head. 'We'll see about that.'

He jumps out of bed and heads to another drawer, making me look at him out of curiosity. I want to know what he's going to do to me now.

But he seems to take his time, so I head over to him, my legs hurting like crazy, and look at the things in the drawer. Whips. He's going to make me fucking pay for what I did to him.

'Rio I-' He slams me into the wall, pinching my hands beside my head.

His eyes burn through me, but I simply stare at his chest. If I look at him, I'm done.

'Let me make something very clear to you.' He groans, sending a wave of heat through my body.

'Look me in the eyes.' I flinch at the sound of his voice and stare into his eyes. They're dark.

Dark and filled with desire.

'I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want, and you-' His hand swiftly wraps around my throat, gently forcing me closer to him.

'You're going to beg me for more.' Yes, please... His other hand travels to my waist, tugging at the dress I'm wearing. The dress Brandon picked out for this special occasion.

'Do you understand Valentina?' I nod, unable to speak and watch as his lips curl up into the most perfect grin ever.

'Good girl.'

He just had to ruin the mood, didn't he?

I sigh, making him chuckle as he presses his lips against the sensitive skin in my neck. He lifts me up and throws me onto the bed, before heading to his bag in the corner of the room.

'Take off your dress.' I do as he says, eager to know what it is he's going to do to me. It's supposed to be a punishment, but I know how those end.

'What are you-' 'Get on the bed.' I follow his orders, hating myself for doing so, but I want to know what he's doing. He grabs something from his bag and heads back to me.

He keeps whatever it is he grabbed behind his back and smirks at me. 'You're going to fucking enjoy this one.' He climbs on top of me and aligns himself with my entrance, not hesitating to shove himself into me.

And god, does it feel good.

He pounds inside of me as he keeps my legs apart with his torso, making me grasp onto him for dear life.

His hips move faster than mine ever could, making me almost come instantly. He watches as I break underneath him, shouting at the top of my lungs because of the heat rushing through my body.

My body shakes out of pleasure and he watches, leaning back enough to look at my entire body.

'One more time.' He groans, ramming himself inside of me as soon as I stopped shaking. I press my hands against his chest, begging him to give me another minute, but he's merciless and continues to fuck me. 'You can take it.'

'I can't.' He reaches to the side, grabbing something that's made out of metal. 'You will.' As soon as he presses it against my chin, I freeze, not enjoying this at all. He continues to thrust himself inside of me while pressing the barrel of a fucking gun underneath my chin.

'Is it loaded?' I ask, trying to not enjoy this at all. 'Maybe.' He grunts, trying to keep up the pace. He's also tired. Especially after the dreadful shit we just endured.

'Rio!' 'Shut the fuck up!' He presses the barrel deeper into my skin, making me shut up immediately.

I want to hate it, I truly do. But I can't help but like the thrill of it. He could easily fucking kill me, I know that, but I don't think he will. Not while he's still inside of me at least.

He slowly lowers the gun to my stomach, slowly dragging it towards the place our bodies are truly connecting. Whatever it is he's thinking about, he changes his mind and throws the gun to the side before picking up the pace again.

I'm kind of glad that he dropped the gun because it was starting to scare me a little more.

'Fuck, you're still tight.' He groans, making me dig my nails into his back. I fucking love this. I love it when he fucks me like this because fucking hell it feels divine.

With two more deep thrusts, we both come, clashing onto each other as we try to catch our breaths.

I wince when he pulls himself out of me to lay down next to me. We both take a few minutes to catch our breaths and I can't help but chuckle a little, making him roll his eyes at me.

'Okay, now that that's over. Go sleep on the couch.' He sighs, making me look at him strangely. 'What? Why?'

'Because I'm not sharing a bed with you.' He has to be fucking kidding me right?! 'You practically already are, so I don't see the problem?' I sneer, climbing underneath the blankets before he lifts me up and throws me onto the couch.

'Listen, Valentina, I know how women work. We'll sleep in the same bed and you'll catch feelings. No feelings, remember?'

'I'm not the one catching feelings. Trust me.' I sneer, making him roll his eyes again. 'Just move your ass to the couch, it's not that hard.'

I shake my head and turn to his side. 'If you have a problem with sleeping in the same bed as me, you might as well go sleep there yourself. I'm not sleeping on the couch.'

'You're really annoying you know?' I don't fucking care! 'So are you.' He sighs deeply before getting up. I can hear him mutter something under his breath and watch as he walks over to the couch on the other side of the room.

It's a small leather couch, I wouldn't even fucking fit in there. But if he wants to be a dick about sleeping in the same bed as me, he might as well choke on the stupid couch. Idiot.

'Give me a pillow.' I roll my eyes at him and throw a pillow his way, before laying back down. 'Asshole.'

'You know I can hear you, right?' He asks, grabbing all the essentials for his new bed.

'That's the point.' I state, hearing a soft chuckle before a loud thud. I look up to see that he's trying to get comfortable on the couch. It looks absolutely insane but in a funny way.

Rio is a big man, he will never fit in a couch that's barely half his size. But it's not my problem. As soon as he gets somewhat comfortable, I turn to him, smiling proudly.

I have this big bed, all for myself because he's too arrogant to lay in the same bed as me.

'I had pills when I was little.' He mumbles softly, a little ashamed to admit it. What? 'What for?' I ask, not understanding what he's trying to say. 'For the anger issues.'

'What happened?' I ask, moving to the edge of the bed.

He looks away and sighs deeply. He's doing it again, shutting me out like always.

Every time I try talking to him, he does this. He shuts me out. So that's why I never try to talk to him. But I guess I'm feeling bold tonight.

'What happened with the pills?' I continue, wanting to know why he stopped taking them.

'I stopped taking them when I met Andrea.' What?

'Why?' My voice is soft, nothing compared to the beating of my heart inside of my chest.

'She would let me take my anger out on her, by... You know.' Having sex with you...

I have a hard time believing that she changed him. But why would he lie about something like this?

'You cheated on the person that made you less angry?'

'She wasn't enough.' He mumbles softly, making me wonder how the fuck he operates. 'You have to explain yourself a lot more than this, Rio.'

'She wasn't enough to take away all the anger, so I had to find more girls. Let's just say, sex was a good coping mechanism. It still is.'

Now that I think about it. Every time we have sex, he's a lot less tense the next day. So he's not lying about that.

'Do you feel bad for what happened?' I ask, turning my gaze to the ceiling. He takes a deep breath and takes a few seconds to answer: 'No because I always told her about it. I've been honest with her from the beginning. But she was too in love to see the truth.' Love blinds...

'I got the anger issues because of my mother's death.' Wow... We're going down that road... 'What happened?' I ask softly, not wanting to push him too much. 'She got murdered and my father blamed me for it. He was always hard on me, but when she passed away it was a whole different story...'

'I'm so sorry.' I can already see little Rio, the innocent boy from the pictures, crying in his room, trying to keep his father out. But it's too late. He wasn't strong enough to keep his father out.

Tears start to form in my eyes, but I blink them away.

'Did he hit you?' 'You could say that, but it made me strong. You would think that I would hate him for it, but I don't. Everything changed after his death. He was the only parent I had left.' I feel so sorry for Rio, but I don't know what to say.

'Rio?' 'Mhm?' I turn back to him and see his bewitching eyes again, making me melt for a second. 'What is it, Valentina?' Has he been looking at me the entire time?

'Why are you telling me this?' I ask, trying to not come over like a heartless bitch. I just don't get why he's telling me this now. 'I don't know.' He smirks, rolling onto his back. Oh... Okay?

His watch, which's laying somewhere in the room beeps, and I watch as he starts smiling. 'Valentina?'

'Yes?' He slowly turns back to me and grins. 'Happy New Year.'

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A/N: Aaaaaahhhh a little talking moment. They are slowly developing something... don't you think?

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