Page 16 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

And what will we do with her if Carlo doesn’t return? Antonio would doanything I asked, even snuff out her life, but I don’t want that. She’s abutterfly, a creature of beauty and fragility, not a rodent like her father.Flanked by my brothers, she looks smaller and more vulnerable, but I have toremind myself that she has a nasty bite.

“On your knees,gattina,”I hiss.

Aemelia grits her teeth as she drops to the floor, and my dick jerksagainst my expensive pants.

“Tie her hands.”

Antonio reaches into his pocket and pulls out a zip tie. He securesher wrists behind her back, and she winces as he runs his finger beneath,ensuring there’s enough space for blood flow.

“Come here.”

Alexis is filming, keeping my face out of the frame. Aemelia hesitatesthen begins to shuffle on her knees. It’s ungraceful, jerky, humiliating. Whenshe’s close enough, I grab her hair, the silky strands filling my rough fist,and yank her until her face is tipped to me.

“Beg,” I say. “Beg your fucking weasel of a father to come for you.Beg him to save you before we destroy everything innocent and precious aboutyou.”

Her eyes flick from me to Alexis, the camera rolling as she turns overher decision in her pretty head. Will she comply or will she rebel. I knowwhere her heart is. She wants to spit at me, to tell me to go fuck myself. If Iput my dick in her mouth, she’d bite it clean off. But she’s deciding if herfather is worth experiencing more pain for. Or maybe she’s considering whetherI'm worthy of her surrender.

“Fuck you,” she spits, and I grip harder. “I won’t beg at your feet,Luca Venturi.”

I wave at Alexis to stop filming. He deletes what he has as I leanover the girl on her knees. Her skin is like porcelain, her eyes intense withfury and defiance, and as pissed as I am that she’s not playing along, I’mturned on by her fire.

Your dick doesn’t need to feel guilty.

That’s what Alexis said at the wedding, and he’s right. She’s a grownwoman now, one I paid a lot of money for. There were always two ways thissituation could play out, and she is picking the hard way. My dick has alwaysenjoyed the hard way the best. Nothing good ever comes easy. I’ve spent mywhole life taking what should be mine, holding onto what my father built,forcing my way into new profitable areas and between the most converted legs.

I’m used to the brutality that’s required to get what I want. I getoff on wielding power.

Curving over her, still gripping her mane of hair, I run my hand downher cheek and neck, letting my fingertips play over the swell of her breast.Everything about her is young and fresh, her unblemished skin, the firmness ofher ripe body. The dress isn’t especially low cut, but it’s low enough thatwhen I let my fingers drift, the very tip brushes her nipple within the lacecup of her bra. She gasps, and I smile. “See. You might pretend to hate me, butyour nipples tell a different story.” I take one between my thumb andforefinger and twist, not to hurt but to arouse. To make a point that she ismine, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to her at any time.

“Stop,” she says, but her voice is breathy.

“You don’t want me to stop. Not really. Look at your eyes.” I twisther head so Alexis can see how wide her pupils are blown. “You look like you’restrung out on molly.”

“Fuck you,” she spits again.

I pull my hand from her dress and lick my index finger while shewatches me with wide eyes. I crouch in front of her, still gripping the silkystrands of her hair. Her shoulders strain as she tugs at the restraints on herwrists.

“Maybe,gattina,I should fuckyou.”

She gasps as I push my hand between her legs, finding the fabric ofher panties damp. I smile; the knowledge that she’s turned on a confirmation ofwhat I already knew. Those moments at the wedding where our eyes kept meetingweren’t just about recognition. There was lust in her eyes. The kind of lustthat’s laced with dark fear and even darker curiosity. Yesterday, after Ispanked her, she was wet enough to soak through her dress.

I don’t push inside her, but I rest my finger at the unbreechedentrance to her body, my smile widening when her pussy contracts against mytouch, her sweet little hole fluttering. Her hips shift, like she’s seekingmore pressure and blood floods my dick.

“Should I fuck you? Break this little pussy open. Make you a womanwith my thick cock?”

“No,” she grits out through a rigid jaw. She’s fighting with herselfas much as she wants to fight me. Her body is talking to me, whispering secretfantasies and sweetness of the kind I haven’t thought to taste in a long time.

I press a little harder against her, so that the pad of my indexfinger slips inside her a little. She moans so softly, I’m the only one closeenough to hear. My dick is iron, imagining breaking through her innocence sothat she cries out in pain before pleasure. “Are you sure? I know how to makeit hurt so good.”

“NO.”

I hold my finger in place as her body tightens around it. An invader.An intruder. Unwelcome but desired. She was wet, but she’s getting wetter. “So,gattina,how are you going to make up for me not getting inside your sweet little drippingcunt? What are you going to do for me to spare you?”

“I’ll do it,” she says, her body trembling, fluttering around myfinger. “I’ll do the video.”

“Yes?” I reluctantly pull my hand away, my wet finger cooling where mylust still blazes out of control.

I stand and she relaxes into my touch, no longer fighting the grip inher hair.

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