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This wasn’t a blow job; it was a power move. He was showing her what her capitulation would mean. Perhaps she would gain more freedom, but she would still be his slave, to use in whatever way he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted.

She would never have imagined the elite, polished man hovering above her with having such dark proclivities. Forcing his cock into a woman’s mouth and face fucking her? A sizzle of heat skittered through Desi.

She’d never particularly liked it rough before, but this was different.

His raw strength flowed into her and fed her craving for power.

The assault on her mouth went on and on.

Desi gasped for breath and choked as tears coursed down her cheeks, forced out from pain and lack of oxygen.

She hated what he was doing… and she loved it. It was disgusting, but also strangely beautiful.

She could worship this man.

She could forget about Nico in this man’s arms. Or with his cock stuffed down her throat, whichever he chose. She would become his willing slave. She would prove herself.

And maybe he would keep her.

She felt the telltale flare of his cock as he got close. He continued to choke her until his movements became jerky, then he slammed himself home, as deep as he could go, and gripped her head so tight she could feel the tearing of hair as he tore it from her scalp.

“Fuck!” he grunted, shooting hot jets of semen into the back of her throat.

He held her still, his velvet cock filling her mouth, until Desi thought she would pass out from lack of air.

As she weakened, he released her, dragging her head off his still hard cock.

Instead of allowing her up, he pushed her head onto his thigh and held her there, running his fingers through her hair.

“Good,” he murmured, and she felt a glow of accomplishment.

Chapter Twelve

Desi thought he would summon her to his room that night to continue what they started in the car, but he escorted her downstairs, kissed her absently on the head and locked her back in her basement room.

She worried he would forget about their agreement, though she suspected he was a man of his word. So, she set about getting ready for bed. As she showered and changed into a loose T-shirt, she contemplated what had happened in the car.

The experience wasn’t terrible.

In fact, it was kind of hot.

She wished he hadn’t done it with the driver to witness. She was disappointed that he didn’t care any more for her comfort than Nico had. Still, it was nothing in the big picture. In just a week of being with Giovanni, she’d gone from being pretty sure she was going to be killed at any moment to finding relative security and the potential of gaining privileges.

If she played her cards right, soon she would have full access to Giovanni’s house and resources. She just had to be careful not to misstep and give Giovanni reason to turn on her.

When Giovanni didn’t return, she slid beneath the covers of her bed and curled on her side with a pillow against her belly.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling safe for the first time in a long time. It might not last, but she would take what she could get. As she drifted off, she contemplated a potential future in Giovanni’s life.

Several hours later, Desi was woken by Mrs. Capelli and told to dress. She was pacing her room when the housekeeper returned, two men on her heels.

“Take her upstairs,” Mrs. Capelli told them.

“What’s happening?” Desi demanded, jerking her arm from the guy who grabbed her. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you know what happened to the last guy who touched me?”

He backed off.

Mrs. Capelli looked at her with frost in her eyes; a frost that matched her voice when she spoke, “You’re being moved.”

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