No, Dante wasn’t an animal. He was the Devil himself. I’d been right when I’d first thought of him as a fallen angel. How could someone so beautiful be so cruel?

The Devil returned his attention to me. “You can do as I say and suck his cock, or I can go back to my original plan of slowly flaying him alive. I can make it last for weeks, possibly longer. He’s strong enough to take a lot of pain before his heart gives out.”

He placed a hand on the knife hilt at his belt. “It’s your choice, darling.”

I swallowed against the burn at the back of my throat and peeked at Luca. He’d stopped yanking at the restraints. His big body quivered with the effort of holding still when adrenaline coursed through his system.

I knew the exact, awful sensation he was experiencing. I’d felt it when Dante had caught me and bound me in the woods last night, allowing me to run for my life before snaring me.

His games were perverse and twisted. I didn’t want to play, but he wasn’t giving me a choice. I couldn’t let him hurt Luca.

We would survive this. We would endure.

I straightened my shoulders and ignored the way Dante stroked my spine with satisfaction.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Luca, stepping toward his bound form.

He looked past me, ochre eyes shooting daggers at his enemy. “I will kill you for this.”

“For getting a blowjob from my lovely wife? You should be on your knees, thanking me. Eventually, you will do just that.”

Luca bared his teeth at him, but his expression softened as I approached. “It’s okay, Nora.”

His soothing tone made my eyes burn, and I was too horrified to hold back the tears. Dante had already opened the floodgates when he’d made me come all over the handle of his whip. The tears fell freely now.

I crawled over Luca, kneeling between his spread knees to position myself near his cock. I stared down at it, unsure. We’d never done this before. Luca had always taken my pussy, not my mouth.

Dante’s low laugh caressed my nape like a toxic wave. “You haven’t claimed her mouth yet, Luca?” He placed a hand between my shoulder blades, urging me forward. I bent at the waist, bracing my arms against the mattress at either side of Luca’s hips.

I took a breath and tried to retreat into myself once again, so I could endure what was to come.

“Don’t worry, pet,” he soothed. “I’ll guide you through it. I’ll teach you to love sucking cock. You can practice on Luca until you’re ready for me.”

Luca snarled, and the chains jangled. I looked up at his bleeding arms, my vision wavering through my tears.