On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 73

Author’s POV.

Alexia’s heart dropped as the man untied her, slapping her hard across the face. The sting of the slap was nothing compared to the anguish she felt as she watched her entire world crumble before her eyes. She stared helplessly at Mr. Austin’s back as he walked away. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and for a moment, she thought he couldn’t bear to watch her suffer. If only she knew, he was simply preparing for what was to come. He was heading off to take the huge pills that would enhance him, to ensure he lasted long enough to rip her apart and send her broken body back to her brother.

Her hands were bound to the legs of the chair she was seated on, her legs spread wide, tied firmly in place by thick ropes. Each breath she took felt heavy, the fear of what was to come crushing her. Tears pooled in her eyes as she thought of the phone hidden under her clothes, the one they had asked her about countless times. She had denied having it, and now, she feared the consequences if they discovered it.

A man in his late thirties approached her. He dropped to her level, his devilish grin sending a shiver down her spine. His hand grabbed at her breasts roughly, his touch cruel and unwanted.

“Oh shit! I’m going to enjoy this today,” he groaned, his voice dripping with lust. Alexia’s voice cracked as sobs wracked her body, every part of her trembling in terror.

“Fuck! I wonder how that pussy of yours would taste,” he groaned, tearing at her clothes. The sound of her own sobs filled the room, mixing with the cruel laughter of the men around her.

Alexia’s body shuddered in pain as the man bit down hard on her nipple, sucking greedily, mocking her. She could barely register what was happening as she felt the sharp sting of his touch. They laughed at her pain, at her humiliation, at her helplessness.

She thought, for a moment, that all hope was lost—until the sound of gunfire rang through the air. Her eyes widened as several men fell to the floor, blood spilling across the cold concrete. Alexia’s gaze darted toward the door, and there stood Axel and Alex, guns raised, having made use of a silenced weapon.

The only man still standing was the one who had been assaulting her. Axel’s eyes were cold with fury, and Alexia could see the storm brewing within him. She knew Axel had something terrible in mind for this man.

In an instant, Alex rushed to her side, untying the ropes that had bound her. Axel was already on the man, fists flying. “How dare you, you fucking bastard?” he growled, landing punch after punch on the man’s face. The sight of her mercilessly tied up had ignited a fury within Alex, and he was desperate to free her.

Alex could barely watch as Axel pummeled the man, his anger overwhelming him. But he trusted Axel to handle this, knowing that Axel wouldn’t just kill him right away. Axel would make him suffer, break him piece by piece.

Axel yanked the man off the floor, dragging him to a nearby chair and tying him up with the same rope that had bound Alexia. The man struggled, but Axel was relentless. With a cruel smile, Axel produced a knife from his back pocket, the steel gleaming in the dim light.

“I’m going to make you wish for death, you bastard,” Axel spat, his voice low and menacing. “And you’re going to tell me who gave you the right to lay your hands on my princess…” His face twisted into a vicious scowl as he watched the man’s futile attempts to free himself.

In a swift, brutal motion, Axel thrust the knife into the man’s arm, and the man howled in agony. Alexia’s heart clenched as she watched, her body trembling with fear and disgust. She clung to Alex, his massive frame shielding her from the horrific scene, but she couldn’t look away. She saw Axel tear the man’s fingers off one by one, shoving them into his mouth.

“Fucking taste them!” Axel snarled, his voice cold and cruel.

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