chapter 33 Despair

chapter 33 Despair
Carla's POV

My movements were sluggish, but desperation gave me a surge of clarity. As he reached for me again, I spotted a decorative vase on the side table.

With all the strength I could muster, I grabbed it and swung it toward his head. The porcelain connected with a crack, and Luca stumbled backward, blood trickling from his temple.

"You little BITCH!" he snarled. "I was trying to be gentle with you."

The impact had bought me precious seconds, but I could feel my strength ebbing away. The drug was winning, making my limbs heavy and my vision blur at the edges. Luca advanced on me again, his expression dark with rage.

"Now you've made me angry," he said, his voice low and threatening. "And when I'm angry, I'm not nearly as considerate."

His hands closed around my throat, not quite cutting off my air but making his intentions clear. I clawed at his fingers, but my coordination was failing. I saw fragments of the broken vase scattered across the floor.

One piece was larger than the others, sharp enough to end this nightmare permanently.

I stretched toward it, my fingers barely reaching the jagged edge. Luca was too focused on restraining me to notice what I was doing until I had the shard pressed against my own throat.

"Stop," I whispered, the word coming out hoarse from his grip on my neck. "Stop or I'll..."

He released me immediately, his hands flying up in a gesture of surrender. "Carla, no. Don't do anything foolish."

"Stay back, Don't come any closer."

"Alright, alright." He took a step backward, his hands still raised. "Let's talk about this rationally. You're not thinking clearly. The stress of everything, Ricardo's condition, the pregnancy... it's affecting your judgment."

I pressed the sharp edge closer to my skin, feeling a small sting as it made contact. "I said stay back."

"Am I? How long has it been since he's shown any real improvement? And even if he does wake up, what kind of life would that be? For either of you?" Luca's voice took on a persuasive, slimy quality. "You'd spend your whole life caring for an invalid, watching your youth shrivel up while you play nurse to a man who can't even fuck you. You deserve to be fucked, to be filled with cum and made to cum. That beautiful body of yours is begging for a man's cock, a man's load inside you. Why waste it?"

The ceramic felt heavy in my trembling hand. The drug was making it harder to think clearly, to remember why I was fighting so hard.

"I have a proposition," Luca continued, moving slightly closer despite my warning. "I know you think I'm just some predator, but you're wrong. I've been watching you for months, admiring your strength, your loyalty, your beauty. You deserve so much more than the life you're living, trapped in that mausoleum of a house with a man who can't even get hard for you."

"Don't," I whispered, but he kept talking.

"My wife is in Italy, has been for two years. Our marriage was arranged, loveless. She prefers the old country, and I prefer... well, I prefer women like you. Smart, passionate, alive. And carrying new life, so full of potential. We could have something real together, Carla. You wouldn't have to live on scraps of affection and pretend everything is fine. We'd have it all." His voice grew warmer, more intimate, like a hand stroking my skin. "Just think of the life we could have. No more sleepless nights at that hospital bedside. No more pretending to be hopeful when we both know there isn't any. Just me, you, and that beautiful child you're carrying. I could give you more children, real children. A real family to love and cherish you. And a man to fuck you in every way. The thought of thrusting my cock into your wet pussy, of pounding you until you scream and cum all over me, of shooting my load deep inside you... it drives me wild."

The room was becoming harder to focus on. The edges of my vision were getting darker, and my grip on the ceramic was weakening.

"I could protect you," Luca said, taking another small step forward. "From Alessandro's coldness, from the family's expectations, from all of it. We could leave New York, start fresh somewhere else. Maybe California, or even Europe. Wouldn't you like that? To be free?"

My arm was shaking now from the effort of holding the sharp fragment steady. The drug was winning, pulling me down into unconsciousness despite my desperate attempts to stay alert.

"Just put that down, cara," Luca said gently. "Let me take care of you. Let me show you what it feels like to be truly wanted, truly cherished. Especially now, with a body made for giving life... you're so beautiful, so ripe like this. I want to lick your swollen pussy, fuck you hard until you beg for more, and make you forget everything and everyone else."

"No," I managed to say, but the word came out barely audible.

"You're fighting so hard for what? A man who's already gone? A family that sees you as nothing more than a vessel for their heir? Come with me willingly, and I'll be gentle. I'll take my time with you, show you how good it can be when we're alone. We'll take it slow, build something beautiful together. You've been starving for so long, Carla. Let me feed you."

The ceramic was getting heavier by the second. I could feel my resolve cracking along with my physical strength. How much longer could I hold out? How much longer before the drug took away the last of my ability to resist?

"Please," I whispered, though I wasn't sure if I was begging him to stop or begging my own body not to give up.

Luca was close enough now that I could smell his cologne. "Just let go, Carla. Let me catch you."

My hand began to tremble violently, and I knew I had only moments left before I lost consciousness completely. The ceramic was slipping from my numb fingers, and Luca was reaching toward me.

That's when the door exploded inward.