She turned her head, glancing at Mario.
“You think having a baby in the car is gonna make me stop or get you off the hook?” I chuckled. “Suck it, cunt.”
Slowly, her mouth moved toward my swollen cock. Then her lips quivered and her eyes reddened with tears she wouldn’t allow to fall. “I can’t.”
I blinked for a second, but I pushed the faint trace of humanity in me aside. “It’s very simple. You open your mouth and suck. Then when you feel the hot stream of my cum shooting down your throat, you swallow. Cosimo should have taught you that.”
“Please. I don’t want to. Please. Please don’t make me do this. Isn’t it enough what you’re going to do to me in front of your whole family? You have to do this, too?” she sniffled, tears falling now.
Nice cockblock.
I’d say she was acting, but she’d gone from soaking wet to bone dry. That was no fun.
I should punish her regardless. Teach her never to do that again. I should, at least, make her apologize. But, without another word, I slid my finger out of her pussy and got off her. When I returned to the driver’s seat, my boner went down just like that. I fixed my pants while she pushed down her dress and adjusted her seat.
As I started the car, I noticed she was staring at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. I grimaced. “What?”
She wiped her face. “Thank you.”
Seeing her like this, sad and weak, made me want to explode. Suddenly, I understood why Cosimo waited twelve years for her to come to him. What he meant when he said he wanted her fiery eyes to break for him, not because of him.
“Apologize,” I ordered.
“I’m sorry.”
That easy? I didn’t want her apology—I wasn’t offended. I wanted her resistance. Her feistiness. Her mischief. Demanding an apology was only a way to get that back.
I squeezed the steering wheel with a sigh. “You can’t cry…in the ceremony. Whatever you do, don’t cry.”
She looked down and nodded, her chin quivering.
“And for fuck’s sake, you’re a woman. You’ll have no trouble faking it. So do yourself a favor and remember to scream.” I hit the gas paddle hard, the tires burning the asphalt.
Chapter24
Bianca
Was that how sex slaves felt when they were being auctioned to filthy rich men? As I climbed down the stairs to the mansion basement in nothing but sleazy red lingerie and a robe, countless Italian men and women in tuxes and sparkling evening gowns, seated in luxurious sofas, sipping wine, raking me from head to toe, that was exactly how I felt.
I’d been sold to the mob boss, and it was time he claimed what he’d bought in front of everybody he knew.
My eyes wandered toward the bed fitted in the middle of the cellar, glaring at me from between shelves of wine bottles. I pressed a palm to the brick wall. My feet felt like ice, and I couldn’t move.
“Hold my hand.” Enzio’s breath fell on my neck.
Glancing up at him, I was so confused. Enzio was the man who killed my husband, and the man repeatedly trying to keep me alive. He was the fucker who robbed my baby of his father, and his perfect stepdad. He was the asshole who was going to rape me in a few minutes, and the guy who stopped forcing himself on me when I begged him to. He was The Cutter that constantly threatened to mutilate me, and the man telling me to hold his hand to calm my wrecked nerves.
Desperation took over me. There was nowhere to run. My last chance to survive, to live for my son, to keep the man who raised me alive, was through forced sex.
My gaze dropped to his hand, and I nestled mine in it. I needed any sort of support so I wouldn’t collapse. Of all the people in the world,Enziowas my only option to get it.
I barely made it to the last step without gagging. Even though the basement—that was part cellar, part lounge—was huge, the air in it was so stiff my lungs ached.
Enzio bent his head and placed a kiss on my cheek. I was too numb to be disgusted by it, not even internally. “Look alive, and remember what I’ve told you,” he whispered.
“Don’t cry and fake it, I remember,” I whispered back. “But the way they’re staring… Cosimo never let anyone see me naked.”
