Groomed For The Billionaire

“Dante please don't,” she cried, pleading as he ripped her shirt off. She was too tired to fight back, and both her hands were handcuffed to the bedstand. “Shut that mouth of yours, or I'll fill it up with my c*ck.” Dante slapped her across the face, so hard she could barely see. “Easy son, you don't want her unconscious while you fvck her, I need to hear her moan.” Andriano, Dante's dad said. He was sitting on the sofa in their bedroom, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He loved to watch his son abuse her and sometimes he forcefully r**e her too. “Dante please, I'm sick, and I can't…” “Shh, you don't have to do anything, I'm doing most of the work. All you have to do is be a good girl and enjoy the moment.” He slipped his huge love stick inside of her, she was dry and sore. He didn't stop, he started slowly, then his thrusting got faster. She hit her lips, trying to hold back the tears. Her body was on fire. “Spread those legs for daddy,” her eyes were shut, but she knew it was Andriano. He was now standing beside his son. He watched him gape a hole inside of her, because he was huge. For ten years, s*x with Dante was painful. Before him, she's never met anyone, so she assumed s*x was a form of punishment. His hands gently cupped her breast, he put one of her n*****s in his mouth and sucked it aggressively. He noticed she getting slimy down there, the way she fits tightly around his love stick, her perfect boobs, her low moaning. In no time, he busted inside of her. But it wasn't over yet, Andriano walked up to her, caressing her face. The smeared eyeliner on her face, her now dripping honey pot, made him rock hard. In no time, his pants were down as he put his whole length deep inside her throat. She gagged, but he held her head firmly with both hands and kept thrusting, he kept hitting her uvula and then he released inside her mouth, making her throw up all over the bed. “Dante, I think that's enough for today.” Dante handed his father a box of wipes, he cleaned himself and put in his pants. “I agree.” Typical Dante. He agrees with every single word his father says. He doesn't ever object. “She’s been a very good girl, I know she likes every hole in her body to be filled up.” He grabbed his glass from the table and walked out of the room. Elena laid back on the bed crying. This was her life. For ten years she's been violated and she has nobody to rescue her. She was alone. “Freshen up and meet us downstairs for dinner.” He uncuffed her, her wrists were red and burning. “Don't be late.” She nodded and walked into the bathroom. As she dried her hair, she heard her phone ringing. It was Ina. She answered after the third ring. “Elena? Come sta?” “Mama, I'm not fine.” “What's wrong?” Ina’s voice was soft. She knew her daughter wanted to complain again about her husband. “Mama, I feel like killing myself.” She cried into the phone. “Don't you ever say such a thing again. You are beginning to sound ungrateful. You have an amazing family, a wealthy husband, servants at your beck and call. What more could you possibly want?” Ina couldn't believe Elena would even think to unalive herself. “I want to be a normal person. I want to be free. I'm tired.” “You want to be free? Do you even know what that means?” Her mum was already pissed. “What exactly does a woman need freedom for?” Elena was irritated. This was one of the reasons she never talked to her mum about all that abuse she's been going through. Ina would do absolutely nothing. “Why did you call?” “Yes, Carlos will be coming back home tomorrow and your father and I wanted to throw a small party to welcome him. I want you to come.” Elena hated her family so much, she'll do anything just not to be in the same space with them. Carlos was her younger brother and he would be coming back home to Milan after being away for two years in the United States. Their father was already preparing him to take over their family company. “I'll try mama, but I'm not making a promise.” “I'd really love to see you. I have to go now.” “Bye,” the line went silent. She quickly got dressed and made her way downstairs to have dinner with Dante. His father was already gone, and the air around the house is less tense. Andriano had an intimidating personality. He makes every single person look small when he steps into a room. Dante was a replica of his father. The ruthless Casagrande men. “Why did it take you forever to get dressed?” Dante said, as he stuffed his mouth with grilled buffalo. “I'm sorry, mama called. She wanted me to come over to the house tomorrow, for Carlos’s welcome party.” He didn't take his eyes off his plate. He just nodded. They both ate in silence, when his phone rang. Dante stared at the caller ID, and almost immediately, a slight smile came across his face. It happened so fast, she almost thought she imagined it. He picked up his phone and left the table. Elena couldn't make out the words he was saying, but she knew whoever was on the other end of the phone, had to be someone special. Special enough to make him smile. She's tried everything for the past ten years to make him happy, even when it was hard for her to keep going, she had to do everything he wanted her to do. But for those twenty years, he's never smiled at her. One thing was clear, he was seeing someone else and she needs to f ind out who that person is. But if she finds out, what would she do? Nothing.