Page 10 of Breaking Rosalind

He’s no different from all the others. Instead of exploiting a physical weakness, he’s taking advantage of a mental vulnerability. Cesare acts like he’s saving his cousin from a deranged sex addict, when, in reality, he wants that lustful attention turned to himself.

My lips curl into a smile.

This predator is about to become my prey.

FOUR

CESARE

I tighten my grip around the crazy bitch’s waist, pulling her body flush against mine, and walk her through the hallway that leads to my office. Normally, I wouldn’t encroach on Leroi’s territory, but I wanted her the moment she first stepped into the club.

By the time I was ready to make a move, she was fucking him in the alley. Now that he no longer wants her, she’s fair game.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

She places a hand on my chest. “Do you even give a fuck?”

“No, but mine is Cesare.”

“And why would I care?”

“Because you’re going to be screaming it later.”

She huffs a laugh. “Out of frustration?”

My eyes narrow. She has a smart mouth for a clingy little stalker. It’s a good thing I have something to keep it full.

“No, sweetheart,” I say. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll think my name is Oh God, Too Big, or Jesus Christ. I want to make sure you know it’s Cesare.”

The sound of her giggle makes my chest inflate, and I slide the hand on her waist down to her ass.

“Is your cock even big enough to back up that arrogance?” she asks.

“More than you can handle.”

We reach the door to my office, and I push it open. The room is bathed in chandelier light, illuminating a vast leather desk that overlooks a wall of screens. Each screen looks out across different parts of the club.

A mahogany bar that spans the entire back wall, showcasing shelves of crystal decanters and bottles of some of the rarest liquor in existence. It’s a sight that has most women gasping with awe, but this one just tightens her lips with indifference.

I walk her to the desk. “Not impressed with the decor?”

“Let me put it this way,” she says with a shrug. “I’ve seen bigger and better.”

“Then allow me to show you something that will impress.”

She turns to me, her eyes sparkling, her red lips curving into a knowing smile. “What’s that, then?”

“Get on your knees and find out.”

A laugh bursts from her lips. It’s a full belly one that makes her double over with her arms around her middle. Her shoulders quake with mirth, and she cackles until she can hardly breathe.

My stomach drops, and irritation spreads across my skin like a rash. All traces of arousal drain from my deflating cock.

This bitch has no idea who she’s mocking.

“What’s so funny?” I say, holding back a growl.

Straightening, she gazes up at me, her eyes shining with amusement. Eyes I want to see bulging when I choke her until her last breath.

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