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  The pain coursing through my system was exhilarating, breathtaking in a manner I’d never experienced. I was lost in the blinding hunger only vaguely aware he’d yanked my dress to my waist. In a swift move, he wrapped his fingers around my panties, ripping them away with a snap of his wrist. He kicked my legs apart as he blew a long and sweltering breath across the back of my neck.

  “Oh!” Moaning, I was forced further over the desk, his rugged hand smacking my ass over and over again.

  “You are going to learn to obey without question.” His husky voice sent shivers into the very core of my being.

  “Never!”

  My answer was met with another series of hard swats against my bottom, his hand moving rapidly from one side to the other.

  “Let go of me!”

  He wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking. “You’re not in charge any longer, Caroline. The sooner you get that into your head, the better off you’ll be.”

  Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you! I could no longer say the words, my emotions all over the place. Fear and uncertainty, anxiety and some horrific level of excitement created a wave of nausea.

  “I will teach you,” he muttered, his hand peppering my ass cheeks and upper thighs.

  I continued to struggle in his hold, kicking out, flailing one arm behind me. “You’re nothing but a bastard.” I expected him to whip me even harder, to teach me the lesson he so desperately wanted me to learn. Maybe I was pushing his every button to see just how far he would go.

  Maybe I secretly craved the very firm hand he’d insisted I needed. No. No! The thought was revolting.

  Terrifying.

  Breathtaking.

  I was shocked at the mire of thoughts, as well as the visions of the spanking I’d received in my studio. I’d been excited, pushed onto a delicious precipice. I had to be just as sick as he was. I couldn’t fall for this, losing myself to this man. Ever. So, I fought harder, almost managing to wiggle out of his hold.

  He hissed and pushed me down, leaning over. “I’m not going to harm you, Caroline. What you don’t seem to understand is that I do care for you. From the very first time I laid eyes on you, I refused to settle for another woman. I had to possess you.”

  I heard the sound of his belt buckle and the moment my mouth watered, I was thrown into Never-Neverland. “I’m not an object.”

  “No, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  His words shouldn’t have impressed me to any degree, but I was thrown by the sincerity, the heightened level of longing. As he jerked the leather strap free, cracking the tip against the floor, my body jumped involuntarily while my mind wrapped around the reality. There was nowhere to run, no place to hide.

  “Now, hold your position.” He released his hold, folding the belt in front of my eyes then gliding the thick leather down my back. I was shocked at his level of calm. There was no anger, no nastiness in his tone. He was simply giving orders.

  Everything about this man surprised me.

  I just seemed to react to his command, easing my face against the cool wood, and stretching my arms out to hold onto the edge of his desk. Everything was a blur, whirling in front of me. I took several breaths, preparing.

  Obeying.

  Dominick snapped his wrist, the strap slapping across both ass cheeks.

  There was no flash of instant pain, no indication that I felt anything. My grip became white-knuckled and I concentrated on my breathing, even counting as I heard the whooshing sound once again.

  Crack!

  I was thrown at the intensity of the noise, pain finally coursing through my cheeks. I closed my eyes in shame as my cream trickled from my pussy, leaking onto my inner thighs.

  The spanking continued, one coming immediately after the other. The pain shifted into anguish, forcing cries from my throat, but I refused to cry. I would never give him the satisfaction.

  “You’re doing much better than I expected, Caroline.”

  I wanted to retort. Dear God, I did, but I bit my cheek to keep the nasty words at bay.

  Dominick shoved two fingers past my swollen folds, flexing them open as he thrust as deep inside my pussy as possible, driving in a barbaric manner. “I can give you everything you’ve ever desired, but every moment you’re disobedient, you will suffer harsh punishment.”

  I heard the words. I knew what he was saying. I also couldn’t react or answer.

  Two fingers became three then four, plunging like the horrible savage he was but I was so wet, close to coming. “When you’re a good girl, complying with my rules, the pleasure will be infinite.”

  He ripped his fingers away, resuming the round of punishment, the strap smacking against my bottom, creating vicious heat.

  The anguish was blinding but the way my pussy clenched, my nipples aching to an almost desperate level was shocking. On some level I wanted this.

  Needed this.

  Still, I was humiliated by the moment, as well as my ridiculous thoughts.

  His fingers were thrust into me again, brutal and unyielding. I heard his savage growls, so husky and sensuous that I was floating on some cloud, arching my back and widening my legs as far as they would go. The scent of my feminine wiles wafted up, filling my nostrils. I was so aroused, every cell in my body on fire. Panting, my cunt muscles clamped around his fingers, trying desperately to draw him in further.

  When he removed his fingers once again, I whimpered, undulating my hips against his desk.

  He chuckled darkly. “You are one hungry little minx.” Without hesitating, he thrust his thumb past the cleft in my ass, finding my dark hole.

  “Fuck!” I slapped my hands on the desk, white-hot pain searing every nerve ending.

  Leaning over, he eased the strands of hair from my neck, his heated breath falling like soft velvet. “Your mouth belongs to me, your lips used to suck my cock. Your pussy belongs to me, wet and ready whenever I crave. And your tight little asshole belongs to me. To fuck. To punish. Whatever I desire. Anything at any time.”

  “Yes, I...” Everything in the room was spinning, my heart racing. I knew what he was saying, the command in all aspects. I expected the belting to continue, but the moment he shoved his cock all the way inside my pussy, the force smacking me against the desk, the shock thrust me into an instant climax. “Oh. Oh... Oh!”

  He filled me so completely, spreading my pussy lips until my muscles strained from the girth. He was thick and hard, the angle pushing me straight into raw ecstasy. His skin slapped against my bruised ass, the intensity of the discomfort increasing.

  “Do you like that?” he asked, his voice gravelly as he continued plunging.

  “No. Never. Not from you.”

  Another almost evil chuckle was followed by a quick snap of his hand against my bottom before he dug his fingers into my skin. He was brutal as he took me, his actions so powerful that my breath was stolen. I panted and moaned, and I hated this man, everything about him. His actions. His world. His disgusting nature.

  But I was unable to stop the climax rushing into my pussy. “Oh, no. No!”

  He didn’t stop as the climax moved me into a frenzied state, goosebumps popping along my arms. I couldn’t breathe or think, my eyes becoming hazy and the orgasm continuing.

  Dominick waited until my body relaxed before jerking out. “Something for you to remember. Only girls who obey without question are allowed to come.” He wasted no time, slipping his cockhead to my asshole, sliding in until he hit the tight ring of muscle. “As for bad little girls, they’re fucked in the ass.” He plunged all the way inside and I heard his roar, guttural and full of pent-up longing.

  I also heard the husky sound of his voice, but the words he whispered merely floated away. The chemistry between us was so unexpected, the wildfire of need damning. He was the devil, my captor. There could never be anything more.

  But I knew what he wanted. All of me.

  Including my heart.

  Chapter Six

 
Dominick

  Control. I’d lost control with her already. The thought was intriguing as well as troublesome. I refused weakness in everyone who worked for me as well as myself and I’d fallen into a black hole, taking her. Fucking her.

  And more than once.

  I’d succumbed to her ravishing beauty and the dark desires that I’d had since the very first time I’d laid eyes on her. The corner bar months before had been a place of respite, allowing me to enjoy my drink of choice without prying eyes. Her entrance had caught my eye, her alluring smile as she passed by several admirers sizzling my desires. I hadn’t attempted to talk with her, merely regarded from afar but on that night, I knew I had to have her.

  Devour her.

  Take what didn’t belong to me.

  The nagging in my mind pecked at me, reminding me that I actually cared about her.

  I hissed, clenching my fists as I was drawn back into the reality of my life. Another day had dawned. Too bad it wasn’t paradise.

  “What do you want to do with him, boss?” Bruno asked casually.

  The question was repetitive, another aspect of human nature that I loathed. I glared at the sweaty pig crouched on his knees. Marco was whimpering like the dumb slob he really was. He’d attempted to steal from me, kiting money as if I wouldn’t find out. Ten G’s wasn’t much, but enough to draw my attention instead of the soldiers I employed. I couldn’t tolerate his actions any more than I could Caroline’s rebellious bullshit.

  For every misplaced action there was a direct consequence. Everyone knew this in my world. Those who didn’t follow it would end up dead and dumped in the woods, ready for critters to feast on them. There were days I longed to be a dentist, maybe a doctor. Too bad my grades hadn’t warranted a stint in medical school.

  Growling, I placed the barrel of my gun against his forehead. Bruno had worked him over, one eye swollen, blood trickling down the side of his face, and his lip busted wide open. There were times I felt I needed to discuss anger management with him.

  “No, please don’t, Mr. Lugiano. I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” Marco pleaded.

  The two soldiers flanking my side grinned, shifting back and forth. “And why should I give a shit about your apology?”

  “Because...” he sputtered, daring to lift his head and try to find my eyes.

  I jammed the barrel forward, almost knocking him over. “Answer the damn question.”

  “There’s another group trying to muscle in.” Dear God, the fucking man was going to burst into tears. There was nothing worse than a crying fuck, begging for their life. Still, his words piqued my interest.

  “Meaning?”

  “They threatened me. They know everything about you, how you work.” By now, the asshole’s body was shaking. “I just gave them some money to leave me alone.”

  “You didn’t think I was going to find out, Marco?”

  He shook his head then nodded, blubbering as his body slumped. “I’m sorry, boss. Please don’t kill me.”

  I thought about what Marco was saying. The rumor mill about a local gang trying to muscle in had been around for a few months, but this was a medium level shithead, running drugs out of a coffee shop, the front one of the most brilliant in my mind. Millennial regular customers on both fronts. The gangs running the dirty streets were little more than thugs, hooked on the same shit they were selling. This was a fascinating evolution.

  My thoughts drifted to the area near Caroline’s apartment. Same shitheads. Or were they?

  “I say we finish him off,” Jo-Jo snarked. A made man, his mouth had gotten him into trouble more than once.

  “And I didn’t ask for your advice. Now, did I?”

  Bruno pulled me aside. The man had worked for me for years, more of a trusted advisor than any consigliere. Angelo joined us, the capo aggressive but intelligent, garnering the respect of almost every soldier in the ranks. “We heard some shit was going down at a few of the casinos as well.” Bruno kept his voice down. “Not just ours either. Chicago has been hit bad.”

  Lorenzo must be reeling. Not that I minded, but when the shit rolled uphill to my part of the world, it was time to take notice. Rock heads. It had been a while since blood rained on the streets. Maybe the time was right to send a message. A careful one.

  I glanced at Angelo, who nodded. “Don’t like what we’re hearing. Whoever these fuckers are, they’re pushing Ecstasy laced with some dirty shit. They have some high rollers including a few celebrities, politicians, the usual.” Angelo’s gruff voice was laced with his own anger, his daughter having fallen prey to street drugs two years before.

  I shot another sideways glance at Marco. I always knew when the fuckers were lying. The guy was on the up and up, terrified of the thugs who’d threatened him. “They’re bringing it into the casinos.” A risky move taking some serious balls.

  “That’s what we heard,” Bruno snarked. “Marco might be of some help, if you can trust him.”

  The man had a good point. I already had enough shit going down in the casinos. I nodded, chuckling under my breath. Two-bit assholes thought they could take on the mob. I’d play along. What the hell.

  I weighed my options. If word got out on the street I’d allowed a thief to go without punishment, even the street gangs would believe they had an in because of... weakness. Fuck that. “I tell you what, Marco. You’re going to lure these boys into your shop. Put out the word you have some fresh powder and you gotta sell. When they come snooping, you’re going to call me. You’re going to find out what you can, but don’t push your luck.” This could work, as long as Marco followed orders.

  Marco jerked his head, gasping for air. I wasn’t sure whether he was going to burst into tears or some tirade. “Thank you, Mr. Lugiano. I won’t let you down. I swear to God.”

  I shoved the gun into my waistband. “You better not, Marco. Very few men ever get a second chance. If you fuck with me this time, there’s an oil barrel with your name on it. Do you know how long it takes to suffocate in a tight drum?” I didn’t need to say any more, his horrified expression registering how serious I was. I turned my attention back to Bruno. “Set it up, Bruno. Keep your eye on Marco. You know what to do. And clean him up, for God’s sake. He runs a legitimate business on our turf.”

  The last thing I needed was my casino fucked with, including any hint of illegal activity. I might have Drummand under my thumb, but there were plenty of legislators who needed a win and taking down the Lugiano family would certainly bode well for their career advancement.

  “You got it, boss.” Bruno grinned, showing off his ragged teeth. He was as brutal as his name suggested but the best soldier on my team.

  “I think I’ll make a special trip to Club Med tomorrow night.” The casino had been taken over by my father a few years before, close to a million spent on renovation. The upscale facility drew in celebrities and powerful influencers night after night. I couldn’t pass by the opportunity to ensure our regime continued to have a firm hold. The two-year anniversary of the relaunch would certainly bring in the rich and famous.

  The lure powerful for scums longing to make a fortune.

  “Excellent idea, boss,” Bruno said, grinning. “Let me take care of this and I’ll make special arrangements.”

  “Then get back to the house. I want you with my guest at all times.” I’d left a soldier at the house, one who was wet behind the ears. I was a cautious man, protective to a fault.

  He seemed surprised. “Are you afraid of her safety or just trying to run?”

  “Just a bad feeling, Bruno.”

  “I’ll protect her with my life.”

  And I knew he would.

  I’d grown weary of the usual violence on the streets, preferring to leave the ‘heavy’ work to my soldiers and capos. My interest was in the gambling casinos instead of the drugs, but incidents on the streets were increasing, creating friction with my father. This wasn’t about going legitimate, but the heat from the Feds was hardcore. Maybe
I just wanted a few months of peace.

  Then there was my new relationship.

  I wasn’t entirely certain how my father was going to take my news, but it had to be done. We also had a significant shipment coming in, another reason for my deal with Drummand. And there was the issue of the senator and his bill before Congress. He was trying desperately to eliminate all casinos in the state of New York, which would negate the board of supervisors vote on the proposed casino deal initiated by my father several months before. That wasn’t going to happen. Sadly, my father didn’t have as much control over the local politics as he’d like.

  Shutting out casinos didn’t bode well for anyone, but his presentation of extreme and horrific crimes centered around the business had family folk up in arms, condemning all aspects of gambling. He had a significant following, including members of law enforcement. The legislative session would be ending soon, which meant Drummand would need to work quickly. Things had certainly changed. I only hoped the pompous man had learned a valuable lesson. As long as he kept a chain on his buddies, no one would be the wiser.

  “You’re going to get back to work, pretending we never talked. And Marco, I’m serious. You do not cross us again.” I didn’t wait for Marco’s answer, heading out to my Mercedes. The sports cars were reserved for entertainment only. I preferred driving myself, disgusted with the concept of a bodyguard, even though my father insisted. For some insane reason, I grabbed my phone, shifting to her picture and fingering her face. The moment shared had been one of my best experiences, at least with a woman. She was defiant and angry, just as I suspected, but she would soon learn. I snorted, shoving the phone back into my pocket. There was no time for lamenting. The engine roared to life and I swung out of the parking lot of the warehouse, heading to my father’s office.

  My father, Giordano Lugiano, wasn’t a man to be fucked with. He’d amassed a fortune during his tenure as Don, touting influential friends including the vice president of the United States. The irony regarding my announcement wouldn’t be lost on him. He was well aware I was cunning in every decision I made. I maneuvered through the streets, enjoying the ride more than usual. Tension remained in my bones, my decision one my father would undoubtedly second guess.