Page 6 of The Devil's Touch
My eyes were drifting shut.My lungs were thinning out and burning at the same time.My nipples hardened to a rock, poking through the material of my body-con crop top which wrapped against my upper body.
“Do...Domenico,” I rasped.
His eyes darkened.It wasn’t fury.It was dominance, a deranged satisfaction that made me know that he loved that I called his name.
“You played yourself, Mia Cara.How did you think we were able to steal from me?I was already awake the second you left my arms.I could have blown your fucking brains out, but I let you go.You stupid girl ...did you even know what you stole?”he seethed.
“I can’t—breathe.”I wheezed.
He didn’t care.
“I wouldn’t have cared much about the watch, but you took this—” he flashed the same ring I stole from him in my face.My eyes widened in horror.How did he get it back?“You stole my ancestral ring.”He choked me harder.
“This is my city, Mia Cara.You don’t get away with taking what’s mine.I reached out to my contacts the minute you left, telling them to let you have a pass if you tried to pawn the jewelry off to them,” he spat.
Violent coughs erupted from my throat once he released my neck.I glared at him, massaging my neck and struggling to hide my unshed tears.
“You are a monster!”I screamed.Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.My throat burned afterwards.
“And you stole from a monster.”He tugged me into him, so I was sitting directly atop his crotch.
My pussy tingled in remembrance of how it was wrecked by him that night.I hadn’t been able to get it out of my head.The way he owned me unapologetically and fucked me until I was sore.An itch crawled up my skin and I almost gave into it and grinded against his cock.
His face met my perky breasts and my luscious cleavage that was on display in the top.He groaned, trailing his fingers up my clothed legs.I fought back a moan.My traitorous boobs betrayed me.My nipples hardened in the blink of an eye.He dragged his face against them and I jerked in reaction.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
The bastard loved the control he had over me.
Then, he bit a nipple and the moan I was struggling to fight slipped out.His cold blue eyes met mine, thick with amusement.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” I pleaded.
“Oh, I will,” he countered, “and you’ll love every second of it like my good little slut that you are.”
I had no idea why my pussy throbbed at his words.
“I’ll pay everything I owe,” I promised.“I’ll return it to you.I had to use it for my sick sister.”
“Ah, yes.”He swiped his thumb against my lips.“Your sick sister who’s going to be very dead if you don’t do as I say.”
My lips parted in horror, tears building up in my eyes.I fisted his shirt weakly, trembling with fear.“Domenico, please.I’ll do anything you ask.Please, don’t hurt my sister.Just leave her out of it.Punish me.I stole from you.”
“Suck,” he shoved his fingers into my mouth, and I sucked on them with tears trickling down my face.He didn’t stop fucking my mouth.The more he did, the more my panties got dampened, driving me to tears.
I hate him.
“You are going to pay back every cent you fucking stole from me,” he declared.“You want to know how?”
I nodded, my breath hanging in my throat.
“You are going to work for me.Not just as my stripper at the club.You are going to pay me back with this sinful body.You are going to be my sex slave, Mia Cara.”
