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But she grabs my hand with both hands. Her little pink tongue parts her juicy lips and she licks the tips of my fingers tentatively, her eyes always on mine.

"I don't want to," she says softly, and I frown.

"You need to follow my rules here, or have you forgotten about that already?" I ask her pointedly. "Back to your room. Fucking. Now."

She gets up, angry and clumsy in her too-high heels, saying, "I know you want me to stay. Why are you fighting this?"

"Why?" I snarl at her, reaching for her with my bare arms. I push her against the wall, my hands wrapping around her roughly. "You're too fucking young. You're my business partner's daughter. You're..."

"In love with you," she finishes for me.

All the color drains from her face when she realizes what she's said. She fights to get away from me, her little hands going to my hand around her throat.

"What did you say?" I ask her roughly. "Stay fucking still, Cara."

I'm not trying to choke her. I'm just holding her in place. But if she struggles too much, she's going to get both of us in fucking trouble.

"Nothing," she mutters, a note of panic now present in her voice. "I didn't say anything. Let me go!"

"Never," I growl, pressing my body against hers.

Her curvy hips buck against mine, making me wonder how on earth her body can have such a strong response to mine. I've been nothing but cruel to her, save for today. I've punished, spanked and started to ruin her little body and yet... she can't fucking stay away.

"You wanted to put on a little show for me?" I say into the shell of her ear. "This outfit, Cara. You buy that here?"

She shakes her head no. Of course she didn't, today was the only time she's been out, and I was with her the whole time.

"So you brought it from home," I taunt her. "What for, Cara? Why did you bring this sexy lingerie to stay with daddy's business partner?"

She struggles in my strong arms, but I'm not letting go until she answers my question.

"I hate you," she finally spits out once she realizes the struggling is futile. "Let me leave. I don't want to be here anymore."

"Little liar," I tell her.

I reach between her legs with my free hand. The fucking sinful panties she's wearing are soaked through, her pussy throbbing almost visibly.

"Tell me why," I tell her again. "Why did you bring this stuff with you? Why did you come to Italy, cara mia?"

"A boy," she finally gets out, her cheeks blushing deeply. "There was a boy..."

"Who?" I ask her, my grip loosening.

She doesn't move though, admitting defeat as she sinks towards the floor. I wrap a hand around her waist before her ass hits the ground and lift her up. I'm going to get my fucking answers, and then I'm finally going to break her. Make her submit to me.

"I talked to him online," she says in a shaky voice, making my cock even harder. "I came here so I could see him. He's Italian."

"So he put this whole fucking idea in your head?" I ask her sweetly. "The trip to Italy, telling your dad you so desperately wanted to come here..."

She gives me a desperate look, saying, "I... It was before I met you. I didn't know... what you were like."

"So tell me right now, Cara," I keep taunting her, even though I know how this story ends. "If you'd have to pick between this boy and me, who would you pick? Right the fuck now."

I can see the wheels in her head turning as she thinks it over. I give her time, but not too much. My grip on her throat tightens in warning as I wait for her answer.

"You," she finally whispers. "I'd choose you."

"What about the guy?" I ask softly. "Didn't you like him?"

I think about all the messages, the texts we'd exchanged. I really fucking bared myself in some of them. I showed her a side of me a lot of people don't know. I have to know what she thought of him, the phantom Luca that made her come to Italy in the first place.

"I..." She swallows hard. "I was in love with him... Before I came here."

"Because you met me?" I ask her gently, and she nods.

"His name is Luca," she blurts out. "Like... like..."

"What's your middle name, Cara?" I interrupt her.

"What?" She gives me a confused look. "I... It's Annabelle. Why? Why are you asking me this?"

"Mine's Luca," I tell her darkly.

Her eyes widen. The shock registers. She's starting to realize the game I played on her. When she finally gets it, she sinks into my arms. I'm there to catch her.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MASON

FOR A SECOND, I'm sure she's going to pass out. But before Cara hits my arms, she picks herself up, and next thing I know, she's shoving me away, her palms resting on my chest, her eyes blazing with anger.

"It was you?" she asks me, seething with rage. "It was you all along?"

I nod, grinning at her. I don't think she'll take it too seriously, and her little outburst is adorable. Time to get it over with though, I have a few other things on my list of tasks for today.

"You prick," she hisses. "How long? How long have you been playing me?"

"Must be a year and a half now," I tell her simply. "I needed some time after your sixteenth to prepare. Wasn't sure what the best way to get you here was."

"You're sick!" Her tone is accusatory and disgusted, and it stings a little.

Perhaps it would sting more if her nipples hadn't tightened into hard little buds underneath the thin fabric of the bra she's wearing.

"Get over it, Cara," I tell her calmly. "You wanted me since the moment you walked into this house. You even wanted me before you knew who I fucking was."

"But..." She's trying to come up with something, anything - a reason to object and convince me I'm not right, but she's coming up empty. "You're such a jackass, Mason."

I chuckle at her poor attempt at an insult, caging her body with mine.

"I told you to call me Sir," I remind her with a smile on my face.

"Fuck you," she snarls.

And then the little slut spits at me.

I've got her in my arms, turning her around before she can even understand what's going on. She writhes against my embrace, but her perky little ass wiggling against my crotch is only making me more fucking intent on showing Cara her place.

"You're going to regret that," I promise her.

I rip off her panties with a single motion of my hand, and she gasps as I expose her pussy to the oppressing heat of the studio. Her bra follows next, and I rip it off her, leaving her chest naked and heaving. She presses her ass against my groin and I growl her name needily. Fuck, she's making me lose my focus.

I don't stop stripping her until she's only wearing her garter belt and suspender stockings. She looks so fucking stunning it could make my damn heart stop, and I'm having trouble keeping my hands off her.

"You like spitting, little girl?" I ask her roughly, and she stops struggling for a second.

I can feel her heartbeat, fast and crazy loud. She looks at me from the corner of her eyes.

"I didn't mean to," she says weakly, making me chuckle.

"You didn't mean to go off on me?" I ask her. "I think you did. But that's okay, sweetheart. That's why I love you. You make me punish you so good, baby."

I realize what I've said a second too late, just as Cara's body flattens against mine in anticipation. Knowing I have to distract her, I whip her around, my fingers wrapped tightly around her swan neck.

"Open your whore mouth," I tell her, and she parts her lips in a sweet little O, making me laugh. "Gonna have to be wider than that, sweetheart."

She blushes as I pull her down, undoing the zipper on my jeans with my free hand. I pull out my cock, hard and throbbing for her, my jeans falling to the floor. She gasps when I bare myself to her, and it only makes me twitch harder.

"Spit on it," I tell her roughly, and she gives me an uncertain look. "Make it wet and slippery, baby, come on."

She spits, a trickle of saliva dribbli

ng from her mouth to my cock. I groan when it hits the sensitive tip of my dick, but her pathetic attempt is barely enough to get my shaft wet.

"You did a better job before," I tell her sweetly. "Ran out of spit, baby?"

She whimpers and I force her to her knees. My cock's precariously close to her lips and she opens her mouth hungrily, like she's desperate for a fucking taste. This is going to be hard to resist, but I have to. I have to punish her for what she did.

I spit on my own cock, rubbing in the saliva over my whole length while she licks her lips hungrily. My thumb is resting firmly in the crook of her neck, massaging the sweet spot there and feeling the vibrations of her throat.