Page 142 of Moretti Blood Brothers: Vol. One Books #1-4

S ofia kicked and flung her arms at Stefano as he dragged her through the halls. They passed several vampires and humans, all of which ignored her pleas for help.

Where the hell are the Morettis? Where’s my mate?

Lance!

A rich mixture of terror and anger flushed through her veins as they reached the large bedroom.

Bang. Stefano slammed the doors and slid a bolt across it.

She ran across the room away from him and found bars on the windows. “What the hell, Stefano.”

He crossed his arms and smirked. “I never said it wasn’t a prison. But it’s up to you how restrained I need to keep you.” He shrugged and removed his jacket, undoing his shirt.

Sofia continued to spin and take in her surroundings. The room was large with high ceilings. In the middle sat an enormous bed with cream-and-gold linens and a frame. There were cabinets, a love seat, and a set of chairs in the room’s corner. Several doors led to what she assumed was a bathroom and wardrobe.

Long drapes lined the windows, which were currently open and reinforced with tungsten bars.

Would they even be able to get in here to save her?

“This is criminal!” she cried. It was one thing to be held prisoner by the Morettis, but to be held by a madman was terrifying. She began shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh, come now,” Stefano said, now shirtless. He reached for her, and she pushed hopelessly away from him. “Is that any way for a mate to—”

“Stop. No!” she shouted and slammed her fists into him.

Stefano grabbed at her wrists and held them in one hand as he ripped her dress so it hung open at her sides. He released her hands, and she pulled her dress together. It made no difference because he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He threw her down and spread the fabric open.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he hissed, running one hand over her body, his thigh between her legs, spreading her as he rubbed his cock.

“Please don’t do this,” she begged.

His mouth was suddenly on her breast, suckling her nipple through the lace of her bra as his hard cock pressed into her through his pants.

Sofia pressed at his shoulders, but he was too powerful.

Not again, please no, not again.

Stefano’s hand slid along her thigh and began to curve toward her panties. She struggled against him as he held her down with his hand on her abdomen and stared down at her, the look in his eyes filling her with terror.

“My God.” He leaned down and licked over the silk of her underwear. “You may not be happy to hear this, but you are very wet.” His finger ran down the edge of the lace and began to slip underneath.

Sofia twisted her head away, unable to watch. She let out a helpless cry.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the room.

Stefano sat up and glared down at her. “Don’t make a sound or I will rip your head off your shoulders.”

Sofia nodded as hope flared within her.

Stefano tilted his head and listened. A snarl escaped his lips. “Sounds like your boyfriends have found us. A big mistake, Sofia.” He leaned down and pressed his fingers inside her panties.

She was paralyzed with fear, unable to react as his fingers moved through her flesh.

“Russo! Open these fucking doors,” someone yelled.

Her eyes darted to the door.

“Not a word,” he snarled and pressed his fingers inside her.

Tears poured down her face as he finger fucked her, then, a moment later, he slipped them out and sucked them. She was half aware of the pounding on the doors as he ripped his pants open, holding a finger to his lips in a shushing motion .

Would he really tear her head off?

Terrified, she remained frozen as he did what he wanted to her body. She shook like a leaf in a storm, knowing what was to come, knowing already what he felt like inside her. Knowing what it felt like to be powerless at the hands of this monster.

They both stared at the large, bolted door as the hinges began to shatter. There was no way anyone could get through them, but those males were strong enough to destroy the damn thing and find a way in.

Would they do it in time?

Stefano halted, his cock jutting out from his pants.

Crack.

Wood splintered piece by piece.

He gripped his cock and began stroking it. “I’m not happy, mate. This was to be our night,” he growled, hunger in his eyes.

Stroke, stroke.

Stefano reached down, pressing his fingers into her flesh once more as he sped up his movements. Vomit made its way up her throat as his creamy seed poured from his cock over her lacy panties.

Bang. Crack. Smash.

With a snarl, he shoved himself back in his pants.

“This is not over. You are mine, Sofia, and I will have you!” Stefano growled and then sped away as the doors came crashing down.

She sat up, and before her, stood four huge vampires.

One of them hers.

Lance flashed to the bed and pulled her against him as she let out a guttural cry. Grabbing some blankets, he wrapped them around her. “I’ve got you,” he said and lifted her into his arms.

Chaos exploded around them.

“Shit.” Lance flashed them into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

“Have they caught him? Please tell me they have him,” she cried.

“I fucking hope so,” Lance growled and pulled her tighter against his chest. “Or I will hunt him down and kill him myself if it’s the last thing I do.”