One of her men tries to follow us, but the girls stop him. I tell him to stay away in Sicilian; otherwise, all of them will be dead.
He calls after me that I will be dead in the morning. I laugh.
The girls walk with us to secure the area. Ten minutes later, I push Antonella into my house. The girls leave. I will handle her myself.
“Kneel there,” I say and point to the free space to my right. Butshe does not kneel. Instead, she stares at me, provoking me with her eyes alone.
“Last chance,” I say, pressing her with the gun on her forehead into the wall behind her.
Her lips purse slightly as she smirks; she is trying to play me.
Instead of kneeling, she removes one strap from her dress. Not breaking eye contact with me.
Then the other one.
The short dress rushes to the floor.
I can’t quite focus.
She wears no underwear.
My breath flattens.
She brings her hand up and removes my gun from her forehead.
I let her, because I am too blown away.
She leans forward, grabs me by the belt and pulls me close to her—forcefully.
I slam into her, one arm against the wall, the other loosely holding the gun.
Her lips are so close.
Her scent.
She opens the belt.
I just stand there.
She opens the button.
Her hand wanders into my trousers, into my underwear, and?—
I gasp as her fingers slide between my lips, caressing the outer lips, before she grabs me down there, her fingernails digging into the skin.
“Tell me what a bad girl I am,” she whispers.
“You are a filthy little whore,” I say. “One that needs to be punished.”
“Yes,” she half-whispers, half-moans and massages my clit, and I roll my hips against her touch. “I am such a filthy little whore,” she says.
I gasp for air because I am turned on in a way I have never been turned on.
“Tell me what you do with filthy whores like me,” she says, and her lips wander over the side of my neck up to my ear. Her fingersmassage my clit more valiantly, and I am trembling with desire. A desire to take her. Consume her. Destroy her.
“I immobilise them, punish them with the cane until the skin on their ass breaks open, and then…then I take what I want from them, as long as I want, and however I want. And only when they scream for me to stop because they feel like dying, I choke them until there is no more life in them.”
My hand snaps around her throat.
