Page 12 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

It’s such a meaningless word, but in myexperience, the beginning of anything is always the hardest part.

I walk back to Aemelia’s room, twist open thelock, and stride inside. She’s lying in bed on her side, with the comforterclutched high around her neck, even though the room is warm.

“Get up,” I order.

She scrambles to sit, pressing her spineagainst the plush white velvet headboard.

“Come with me.”

Her eyes are so bright in the low light of theroom that they glitter like stars. I reach out to hurry her along, but sheevades my hand, slides from the bed, and walks out of the room with me trailinglike a devoted puppy. The cheap lace get-up Nero’s goons dressed her in isinfuriating and alluring. Aemelia isn’t a five-dollar hooker. She’s regal andupright, her hips swaying as she walks, drawing my eyes to her ass. Herperfect, delicious ass. I shake my head. What am I thinking?

When she comes face to face with my brothers,her strides falter, and I regain my senses.

“Get on your knees for your boss,” I growlfrom behind her.

She turns startled, her eyes searching over myimpassive expression and finding no hint of weakness. She twists to Alexis,then Luca, and they both fix her with determined gazes. Like a flower wiltingin the hot sun, she slowly lowers herself to her knees, resting her hands onthe expensive rug beside her.

“Here’s the thing,” Luca says, looming overher, tugging at his cuffs again. “If your father comes forward quickly, it willbe better for you. If you make him understand how vital it is for him to comeback, it will be better for you. If you listen to us and do as you’re told, itwill be better for you. Many things happen to us in life that we don’t like,but it’s how we approach them and how we get through them that’s important. Youunderstand?”

She nods, and her dark, cascading hair slipsover her shoulders, but I don’t believe she has any idea of the reality behindLuca’s words.

Even like this, she’s stunning. Especially,like this. My body betrays me, heat coiling low in my stomach at the sight ofher submission and helplessness.

“Kiss my feet,” Luca orders. “Show me youunderstand.”

Aemelia turns her head to look at me again asthough I’m the one with the power here. Doesn’t she know that hierarchy iseverything in this business? Deference to authority is how everythingfunctions.

The tension in the room crackles like a livewire. “Go to hell,” she spits.

“Wrong answer,” I hiss, reaching for the backof her neck.

Her fingers curl into fists, her whole bodyshaking as I push her face to the ground. When her lips barely brush againsthis skin, Luca nods. “Good girl. Now, the other one.”

I release my grip so my hand rests against herback, and still, she hesitates, her breath quick and shallow, until sheeventually obeys. Like this, with her ass in the air, the lace of her dressstretches thin, and the shadow of her cunt is revealed. My mouth fills withsaliva, as weak as a slathering dog over a steak.

“Good girl,” Alexis murmurs, though thesatisfaction in his voice is laced with something darker. He likes women to becompliant. He enjoys being the puppet master. He’s not usually brutal, as faras I know, just entitled.

Luca watches, detached, clinical. “Enough. Getup.”

Aemelia does, but just as she straightens,Luca grabs her arm, spinning her toward the long mahogany dining table. Therich wood gleams under the warm light, and she flinches at the moment sherealizes she isn’t done paying for her defiance.

“Bend over.”

She struggles, but she’s tiny compared to mybrother and weak in his grasp. Luca forces her down, his hand between hershoulder blades, pressing her cheek to the gleaming wood. I remain still,restraining myself as Luca delivers a precise strike to her backside.

Slap.

She gasps, her eyes widening with shock andpain.

Slap.

“Yougottabig mouthon you,gattina.A big mouth and no respect.”

Her lips and eyes press tight, hiding heremotion.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

By the fifth spank, she gasps, her resistancechipped away. My stomach tightens, my pulse pounding, the urge to intervenebecomes a raging battle within me. My dick is rock hard, and I turn away,disgusted at my body’s response. She whimpers when he’s done, her cheek stillmashed to the wood, leaking eyes staring ahead in shock or disbelief. Luca’sbig hand clasps the flesh he brutalized, then strokes over and over.

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