"We'll be staying at the safe house in Italy, but for our operation we'll be at Hotel Lungarno. Layla will be escorted to the club where she will seduce Alessandro Dmitriev" Emilio said looking directly at me.

"Layla here will have to gain his attention and eventually convince him to go back to her hotel room where we will be waiting. If he refuses to cooperate we will have to beat the information out of him" he continued with a smirk.

They all lit up like a Christmas tree when Emilio mentioned the beating part. They were all sociopaths.

I sat quietly listening to what he was saying trying to mask the fact that I was freaking out on the inside. Just then a smirk graced his lips, so I was doing a horrible job of pretending to be fine. He could see right through my tough exterior.

I was not comfortable with what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to help him kidnap someone. Hell, I was still being held a prisoner, but yet still he wanted me to help him kidnap someone.

He must have lost his mind.

We have been going over the plan for the pass hour and my only concern was trying to find a flaw in a perfect plan that would give me the window I need to escape.

Escaping seemed almost impossible. The club would be surrounded outside by his men and then there would be a few men inside with me.

How could I escape?

Unless I went to the bathroom and if I was lucky enough there would be a window inside.

Then what?

What if there were men guarding outside the window? What if the window couldn't open? What if I can't fit through?

All the possible outcomes were playing in my head on repeat as I thought about all the 'what ifs".

Who am I kidding?

I have lost a few pounds since I have been here. I eat, yes. But at the same time I am so stressed and depressed, all I can think about is my freedom.

If I were to escape I would be in a country that I have never been to before. Plus I don't even speak Italian.

How would I even get home?

This was so frustrating.

I had spaced out, not wanting to hear what they were talking about, but when I started paying attention again, I had no idea what they were saying.

"Cosa succede se la cagna rovina il piano e cerda di scappare?" I heard one of the men in the room say.

Translation: What if the bitch screws up the plan and tries to escape?

"Bene... dovremo andare con il piano b e anche sentirci liberi di metterle un proiettile in testa" Emilio replied looking me directly in the eyes.

Translation: Well... we'll have to go with plan b and also feel free to put a bullet in her head"

I gulped in fear. I knew they were talking about me and I was sure they weren't saying anything good about me.

"Se il primo piano va a sud e non e in grado di farcela, dovremo infiltrarci nel club. Diventera molto disordinatp ed e qualcosa che voglio evitare" he continued still holding eye contact.

Translation: If the first plan goes south and she's not able to pull this off, we'll have to infiltrate the club. It'll get very messy and that is something I want to avoid.

His stare was so intense that it felt as though he was pulling me in. I could have sworn he could see into my soul and was unraveling my deepest darkest secrets. Just the thought alone was enough for me to look away.

They continued their discussion while I zoned them out. Honestly, I wanted to leave, but at the same time I was afraid to move. I was afraid that if I attempted to leave again, Emilio would get angry and punish me.

I swear that dude was bipolar.

I could feel the couch move, so I looked around and realized that everyone was now leaving. Getting up along with everyone else, I began making my way to the door behind the men.

"Not you" Emilio said behind me.

I knew he was talking to me so I froze with my back to him. I could hear his footsteps drawing nearer. I could feel my muscles in my back tense with each slow tantalizing step.

He was now right behind, his breath fanning against my exposed neck which caused a shiver to run up my spine.

I wanted more than anything to run out of there and lock myself in a room. I held my breath in as he moved my hair over one shoulder.

Running his fingertips along my shoulder, he pressed himself against my back.

I took a step forward as a way to create some form of space between us and turned around to glare at him.

"Feisty. I like it" he commented with a mocking smirk.

"Don't touch me" I let out through gritted teeth.

"Is that what you really want? Because if I remember clearly, you weren't saying that when I had my fingers buried inside you" he stepped forward with that same mocking smirk.

Oh how much I wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

Ugh.

Even though I didn't want to admit it, he was right. I didn't stop him. In fact I enjoyed it more than I'd like to admit.

He knew he was right and that only caused his smirk to widen. I knew if I tried to justify what happened, I would lose that argument so I didn't even bother wasting my time replying to him.

He was not worth it. Plus what could I possibly say to that?

Nothing. I knew I wasn't faking it, he knew I wasn't faking it and there was no reason for me to stick around and argue.

I made a move to walk away, when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back forcefully into his chest. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist keeping me trapped.

If this had happened under different circumstances, I would be a hot mess. I was trying hard to not let his wondering hand distract me. I wasn't going to fall for this again.

"And where do you think youre going, Cara?" he whispered in my ear.

He bit my ear seductively causing me to bite down on my lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping. My resolve was already weak and if he kept this up, I don't know how long I could hold back the moans from escaping.

His free hand was wrapped around my neck as he walked back to who knows where. He turned around and used the hand that was around my waist to clear his desk.

He bent me over his desk and positioned himself behind me. I was afraid of what was coming. I wasn't about to just lay here and let him rape me.

But was it really rape if I was also enjoying it?

My mind was screaming at me to get out of there, but my traitorous body was enjoying the feel of him. I was fighting an internal battle on whether or not I should just give in.

But if I were to give in would that make me weak or would that make me seem easy?

I'm not just going to lay here and let him have his way with me. I have to set boundaries. He was my kidnapper and I was his prisoner, and that's it. I cannot let him toy with my body and emotions as he pleased.

I began struggling against his hold, trying to free myself. He gripped both my hands behind my back in a tight grip. I began struggling even more, which only caused my ass to wiggle against his boner.

"Fuck. If you don't stop struggling, I might just fuck you right here, right now" He groaned.

At that I immediately froze in my attempt to break free. He flipped me over on the table so that I was now lying on my back.

What was he planning on doing to me?

He grabbed ahold of my hands once again and tied them with a piece of cloth above my head. Spreading my legs, he stepped in between them rubbing me through my pants.

I was fighting back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that what he was doing affects me.

He leaned down over me and kissed my neck. He hooked his fingers at the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it just above my breast. Pulling back he stared at my bra covered breast before he leaned down and bit my exposed cleavage.

I was still biting my lip. I was sure that I was biting hard enough to draw blood. He used both his hands to drag my bra down a little to free my nipples, before he covered one nipple with his mouth and the other with his hand.

Bringing my restrained hands down to my mouth, I used them to muffle my moans. He was biting, sucking and pinching my nipples. The longer he kept this up, the wetter I got.

"Don't hold back your screams from me" he moved my hands away from my mouth.

He was looking at me with so much intensity and lust in his eyes that I couldn't help but nod my head. His eyes were looking me up and down appreciatively. For a second there I actually felt wanted by a man. I guess that's why I gave in so easily.

My mind was so clouded with lust, that all I could think about was what his mouth was doing to my body. At this moment in time I didn't see my kidnapper, all I could see was a man that was pleasuring me and bringing my body to new heights.

All I wanted to do was beg him to fuck me, but I refrained myself from letting those words slip pass my lips.

I couldn't stop the moans of pleasure that slipped pass my lips as I thrust my pelvis upwards wanting to feel any form of friction to quench this growing need.

He moved his mouth down kissing my belly and swirled his tongue around my belly button before he moved even lower. My stomach tightened in anticipation.

I was breathing hard waiting for what he was going to do next. He kissed his way above my pants waist and I lifted my hips a little wanting him to take it off.

"Impatient are we?" he chuckled.

He took his time unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, which caused an impatient groan out of me. This only made him chuckle even more.

Taking his time pulling my pants down slowly was torture. When my pants were finally off, he leaned his head down and used his teeth to pull down my underwear.

When I was finally bare in front of him, he took a step back examining my body. I closed my legs and squirmed uncomfortably under his intense gaze.

"Open your legs Cara. I want to see all of you"

I shook my head 'no'. I have never been naked in front of a man before and this made me very uncomfortable.

"I'm not going to ask you again. Open your legs or I will open them for you"

I slowly opened my legs and closed my eyes not wanting to see his reaction.

Everything was silent as I laid there on his desk with my eyes closed. Suddenly I felt a hot breath on my lady parts.

What was he doing?

I opened my eyes and found him knelt between my legs. I wanted to scramble away from him. I've never had a man eat me out before and if the look in his eyes was anything to go by I knew that was what he was about to do.

He blew hot air on my opening before he licked my slit.

That felt so good. I wanted to tell him not to stop, but I kept quiet not wanting to seem desperate.

He was now sucking, licking and biting my clit, causing my body to thrash wildly. He held me down with a hand as he continues his assault.

I was so close, so close to coming when a knock on the door interrupted us. Emilio got up and licked his lips just as the door opened.

"Boss we have-" Luca started only to stop midsentence when he saw me sprawled out on the desk naked.

"I'm uh, I'm going to go and let you guys finish up in here" Luca said exiting as quickly as he had entered.

Well shit.