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I didn’t believe him. Even now my inner muscles were cramping around his shaft. If sex meant torture then I wanted no more of it! How did any women want this? Holy fuck. Was that why he paid for sex? Was he too big for the average woman?

He bent his head and kissed me, the faint taste of whiskey scented with pussy stimulating me even before he reached down and pressed his thumb onto my clit. Another jolt, this time of pure pleasure, immediately overrode the pain and my lashes fluttered along with my pulse as he looked down at me, assessing me. “That’s it angel, relax, enjoy. Trust me again.”

He was conveniently using my trust against me now! The same trust he said he’d forget I’d ever mentioned! “You can’t—“

My words ended on a strangled groan when he rotated my tender bundle of nerves, forcing another orgasm out of me despite the pain. I was left boneless then, and wasn’t aware he’d started thrusting slowly inside me until pleasure built yet again.

Holy shit. Maybe he hadn’t exaggerated? The feel of his massive cock inside me was no longer uncomfortable. My body was quickly adapting and beginning to even tolerate his impressive size. No, more than tolerate. I was eager now, accepting of him. The friction of his shaft against my inner walls generated more than enough heat to burn away any discomfit.

It was only when he began thrusting in earnest that I knew our fucking was just the outlet I needed. His powerful body slamming into mine, mingling pleasure with pain was beyond erotic! This…this was the rush I’d been searching for my whole life! That I sensed no one else but Ethan would give me that same rush made me all the more determined to enjoy it while it lasted.

He sank his body closer to mine even as he continued rolling his hips, thrusting in and out of me in long, measured strokes that stimulated me almost beyond endurance.

My innocence meant I was flailing between heady arousal and overwhelming fear. I really could become addicted to this. Except, I didn’t like losing control when someone else manipulated my strings. I wanted to be in charge of my destiny, not hand it over to someone else.

His breath warmed my ear. “I told you it’d get better,” he said thickly. “Now hang onto me, angel, while I take you straight back to heaven again.”

He pumped into me with fierce, relentless strokes and I held onto his shoulders with my nails digging into his skin as I burned hotter and hotter. When the head of his cock brushed against a sensitive spot inside me, I cried out his name, my nails raking down his back as I erupted hard.

I was only distantly aware of his shocked inhalation, then his deep, rumbling exhalation as he spurted his release seconds later. He hadn’t lied, I’d visited heaven, was floating there even now with a velvet black sky filled with countless stars winking like diamonds around me. Then I blinked and the chandelier above glared down at me.

Ethan collapsed on me, ensuring his weight was centered on his forearms either side of me. He lifted his head, his eyes holding mine before he kissed me long and deep, his lips and tongue stroking my mouth. Only after he pulled back from me did he remind me brutally, “You’re mine now, angel…for as long as I want you.”

Chapter Eight

Sabrina

I woke sore and aching in places I didn’t realize could ache. I reached out an arm, drowsily aware that not only did the sheets smell like sex, they were stone-cold right where Ethan should have been lying.

I dragged my eyelids apart. Dawn had barely broken outside the tinted floor to ceiling windows, which showcased river views along with a swathe of green, leafy trees. The only hint of civilization was the far-off red-brick wall of another mansion. I had no doubt the sweeping acreage properties valued privacy even above the gorgeous scenery.

What must Ethan’s neighbors think about having a mafia family living right next door? I didn’t doubt for a second they hated him being so close, just like my neighbors hated having my mafia family nearby.

I sat. Shit. My family would have heard the news by now. My father would be beyond furious, my brother out for blood. I scanned the room, then shuffled across the bed to throw open the drawers of Ethan’s bedside table. Where did he keep his cellphone, his laptop? Anything that I could use to let my family know I was alive.

For now.

I slammed the drawers shut. There was nothing in them beside a few business and fiction books for bedtime reading. Ethan would ensure I’d have no access to anything that would enable me to communicate to my family. But if I didn’t find a way to let Salvatore know I wasn’t hurt, who knew what he might do!

I sighed heavily. There was nothing I could do about that now. I just had to keep surviving for as long as possible and hope I could find a way to escape.

I rubbed my eyes, strangely miffed that Ethan wasn’t here. As the don he’d no doubt be busier than ever overseeing his endeavors: drug deals, money laundering, extortion and worse. I didn’t want to think about the prostitution and strip clubs he owned, it was bad enough that I’d seen him with two gorgeous women who’d made him come by sucking him dry.

That a part of me had been turned on even as a flash of something far more disturbing had burned through me, like I could have ripped the tits off the women making him feel so good, was just another factor I didn’t really want to understand. I might now have had sex with Ethan, but I still hardly knew him.

He’d warned me not to expect flowers and rainbows; I’d be a fool not to take his word for it. Maybe if I lowered my expectations and rebuilt my walls, I’d be less likely to get hurt.

I touched my breasts, the nipples tender and sore, but in a good way. It was only when I slipped my legs to the side of the bed that I winced. My pussy had been rubbed raw thanks to an overabundance of cock and my lack of experience.

Worth it.

Penetration might have hurt like a bitch but what had followed had been incredible. That Ethan had only taken me once despite his arousal pressing into the small of my back all through the night revealed his consideration of my inexperience. Either that or his interest in me had waned.

No, he definitely wouldn’t have been considerate; he wasn’t that kind of man. He was self-serving, arrogant and violent. But his interest definitely hadn’t waned, either. His permanent hard-on wasn’t caused by a lack of attraction.

Clearly his marriage proposal—if his announcement could be called that—along with becoming a don, had taken its toll on him physically and mentally. I was probably lucky I’d gotten any sex at all. I snorted. No, wrong again. I’d bet he could have easily taken me three or four times in the night…even after his orgy with the blondes.

My chest tightened, my breath squeezing in and out of my lungs as though a band constricted them.

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