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“But you don’t know me, so how can you trust me?”
“Ifeelyou, Mr. Caruso. I trust my judgment on that.”
I place my finger beneath her chin and lift her face to meet mine and whisper, “Trust must be earned, not accepted without terms. Today I will demonstrate the madness you have fallen into. Tonight you will repay my favor, and make no mistake, that’s all this is.”
“Of course.”
Her eyes burn brightly as she stares directly into mine and despite the fact she is the one kneeling naked at my feet, I am well aware that the person with all the power in the room is the woman who feels like my biggestmistake, waiting to capture every one I make and use them against me.
I am struggling and attempt to regain the upper hand.
“Turn around.”
She doesn’t question me and turns, so her back is now facing me, and as my hand slides around her delicate neck, I circle it in a firm grip. “I could kill you right now, and you would die trusting me.” I whisper savagely in her ear, and she whispers, “You could try at least.”
An image of what happened to the last man who came at her from behind paints a vivid picture in my mind, and as I gently squeeze, I growl, “Do you still trust me, angel?”
Her breathing intensifies as I restrict it, and she gasps, “I trust you.”
I increase the pressure, and my cock almost bursts through my pants as she trembles in my strong grasp. Total submission in my fingers. She wasn’t kidding; she does want this because if she didn’t, I would be a dead man right now.
Chapter Thirteen
Taylor
My vision is blurred and my breathing restricted, but it’s as if I am seeing everything for the first time. The picture is clearer. More defined and rather than be ashamed of where I am, I’m loving it. It’s uninhibiting. I am stripped bare and, unlike the degradation my stepfather subjected me to, this one is empowering me.
He asked if I trusted him—I do. He won’t kill me; he is having way too much fun for that, and so am I.
Since stepping into their world, it has opened up a whole new one for me. Three dark and dangerous, sinister, deliciously wicked brothers are mine for the taking, and rather than be afraid of that, I can’t wait. This is the first lesson of many, I am sure, and they will push my boundaries, and of that I am convinced, and as Matteo squeezes harder, my vision blurs, and I give in to the sensation of flying a different flight.
I am free.
He is controlling my life in his hands, and I may have given up my soul to him, but never my spirit. This is what I want, what I need, and as he releases me, I gasp in a sudden burst of oxygen, and a delicious sensation spreads through my body as life is returned to me, refreshed, renewed, invigorated.
It’s a powerful sensation that I could fast become addicted to, and I fall to the floor on my hands and knees and drag in deep breaths as I struggle to come to terms with that.
“Get dressed.”
His voice is rough, brutal even, and yet as I scramble for my clothes I am hiding a huge smile.
When I’m dressed, I stand before him on the excruciating heels, feeling as if I’ve been reborn into something more powerful.
His eyes flash as he whispers hoarsely, “Why do I get the impression that you loved every minute of that?”
I can’t help smiling, and he chuckles softly. “You intrigue me, baby girl. I wonder what your limits will be?”
I say nothing, wondering if I have any, and as he stands, my breath hitches as he glares at me with all the power of a psychopath. “Tonight will be interesting for sure.”
He jerks his head toward the door.
“Come, breakfast should be served.”
My stomach reacts to that statement as it reminds me I have neglected it, and as I follow him into the main cabin, I’m delighted to see a feast spread out on a huge table in front of us.
The attendant appears a little flushed and won’t meet my gaze, and as I take a seat with the three brothers, their expressions tell me we weren’t the only ones indulging in a little power play.
Giorgio laughs softly. “I wonder what is running through your mind right now, little butterfly.”
