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Every instinct demanded that I twist away, close my legs—anything to restore a scrap of privacy.

Isabeast looked down and tsked.

“So unimpressive when you aren’t trying to fuck me.”

Pedro gave a mocking huff behind me.

She glanced toward the men and shrugged. “He was much more enthusiastic in Jersey. Could barely keep his hands off me once I climbed onto him.”

“Enthusiastic?” I gave her a cold smile. “You climbed on my cock and performed for Ciro’s cameras like the obedient little whore you are. I got off because you had a body and I had a pulse. Don’t confuse that with being worth a damn. I was dressed and ready to leave. Then you needed a needle and six men because fucking you still wasn’t enough to put me under your control. Now you’re the one obsessed.”

A fist drove into my ribs from the left.

A rough grunt punched out of me. The chair shifted beneath the impact, but the man avoided my face as Ciro had ordered.

Diego stepped back into my peripheral vision, flexing his hand.

Isabeast ran one finger down my chest. “Ciro knows how to bring a woman pleasure. You never came close.”

I coughed once and forced air back into my lungs. “You play his daughter in public and crawl into his bed in private. Even for cartel trash, that’s fucking warped.”

The satisfaction disappeared from her face.

I bit out, “You sell women to rich men, then suck the billionaire class’s dick for whatever scraps they throw you. Don’t confuse that with power.”

Diego hit me again.

Pain spread through the same battered ribs and turned the next breath into fire.

Mateo didn’t smile, encourage Diego, or move closer to join in. His gaze shifted from the place Diego had struck to my face, then back to Isabeast, as though he were measuring how close she came to crossing Ciro’s limits. She’d already called him the man who kept her world running. My best guess was that he cared less about the entertainment than making sure she didn’t destroy an asset Ciro still needed.

She caught my chin in one hand.

“You’re going to learn your place, mutt. You’ll learn how to use that filthy mouth to please whoever I choose, however I choose. You’ll learn to take what you’re given and beg for more.” Her thumb pressed into the bruise along my jaw. “I love your fire. It’ll make the conquest so much more satisfying when you finally fall in line.”

I gagged at the thought and turned my head away.

A pleased hum came from her.

Then her hand closed around my dick.

Every muscle in me locked.

I hated the contact. Hated the men watching. Hated that the cuffs kept my hands behind the chair while she touched me as though I were an object she’d purchased.

She stroked once, then again.

My cock twitched despite me.

Her fist began moving over me in a slow, relentless rhythm.

Fuck.

The pressure triggered a reflex, whether I wanted it or not. My mind could hate every second while that involuntary response followed the most basic signals built into me.

That didn’t make the response any less humiliating.

Isabeast’s smile returned as I hardened in her hand.