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“What are you doing? You can’t just—”

“Quiet,” I demanded.

I moved my tongue—barely, literally dragging it over flesh that I knew was ultra-sensitized even when it was dormant. Based on her responses from only a few hours ago, I knew I was creating deep, hellfire needs in her that she would assume I would never bother to satisfy, but she was wrong there.

She tightened her thighs around my head, but I continued on. She reached down and took hold of my hair but didn’t pull or push me away.

Although I took my time doing it, and she probably thought she was going to die before I allowed her ultimate pleasure, I definitely wasn’t going to leave her hanging. I could well imagine what her other boyfriends were like. I’d wager a year’s worth of fucking that none of them had ever shown any interest at all in her desires. They were probably just as eager as I was to get inside of her.

That thought unleashed something foreign from deep inside, and I stopped what I was doing to look up at her for a long moment as a rage the likes of which I had rarely felt ran through me that I knew I was going to have to ignore. She wasn’t mine… really. She wasn’t anyone’s, except perhaps the daughter of Vittorio Costa. Yes, I kidnapped her, but it was temporary. This wouldn’t last long.

And I knew I had to stop thinking about all of the men who had come before me. They didn’t matter here and now anyway. I was going to soil this mafia princess in the most severe revenge fuck ever, even if it cost me my life, which it damned well might.

I liked to control my woman, especially in bed. I liked to drive her insane to the point where she thought her heart was going to stop beating before I let her fly, and I had a feeling that might be exactly what she would like the most.

To be controlled, as much as she might protest against the idea.

And I loved to punish them. To find one who actually became aroused by being spanked… She was a rare gem indeed, and if the circumstances were different, I might even have been able to look beyond her family bloodline in order to have exclusive rights to her—and I would make damned sure it was exclusive. But circumstances were not different. They were what they were.

Fuck her now. Ransom business later.

With those thoughts, I began to move my tongue with more force and speed.

And she was already right there, right on the edge. I recognized the pleading sound of her groans and whimpers, but I would not allow her to peak that quickly. It went against my grain. So, I carefully timed both the rhythm of my mouth and tongue as well as my hold on her breasts—using that to back her off or move her further toward my goal for her.

Guiding her.

Tempting her.

Almost training her by the judicious, and vicious, use of pain and pleasure until I could hear that there was going to be no return from this last erotic assault.

I lifted my head for the first time in a very long time and said, “Come, princess, come. Quickly. I’m just itching to take my belt to your ass if you hold back.”

I felt her hips jerk at my threat, and despite the fact that I could hear her muffled chant of, “No, no, no!” seconds later she was a mindless mass of writhing ecstasy, her breath hissing loudly out of her lungs only to be dragged slowly back in, her every muscle taut with the rigor of the intense pleasure I had brought her to, head whipping back and forth against the pillow.

It took all my will and strength to quickly get off the bed and reach for the bag nearby that held a condom. As much as I was tempted by placing my seed inside of her to piss off Vittorio Costa even more, I wasn’t ready to go down that road yet.

Yet…

Before she had a chance to recover much at all, I moved to position myself, pressing my overeager dick against an opening I could barely find for all of the wetness surrounding it. And as much as she seemed to still be in the grips of her own bliss, she apparently had the presence of mind to have decided to fight me again, but I wasn’t going to have any of that.

Since I knew I would disgrace myself entirely if I disciplined her again, I instead pinned her wrists to the bed, one on each side of her head and commanded, “Look at me, princess.”

She whipped her head back and forth in protest until I gripped her wrists with one of mine, and with the other, I reached down and twisted a nipple until she complied, and that was the first time I came face to face with the stark evidence of…