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I moan softly as his teeth gently scrape along it, sending a jolt directly to my already aching core.
“Four,” Leone whispers, Milo, however, is undeterred by his words. His lips and hands move in sync, lavishing attention on my breasts. The warmth of his breath and the roughness of his hands contrast with Leone’s icy touch, creating a dizzying mix of sensations.
Milo’s lips find their way to my other breast, kissing and sucking at my nipple hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart as heat licks up my limbs; my stomach tightens as Leone’s thumb works faster, the gun plunging deeper, pleasure and pain blending, merging into one.
Milo pulls his head back, a hungry expression painting his face. The cold metal plunges deeper, and I can feel myself getting wetter.
“Time almost up, mia cara, cum for us, let me hear you sing,” Leone groans when his thumb moves only to be replaced with his tongue, making my hips buck against his face as he sucks on the swollen bud.
This is wrong on so many levels, yet I can’t deny the rush of arousal that courses through me. Milo’s hands explore every inch of my body, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, leaving behind a trail of need as he watches Leone. He kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting me, possessing me. His lips move against mine in a kiss that is in no way gentle. It’s a violent clash of teeth and tongue.
Milo’s hands become more demanding, his grip on my breasts tightening to the point of bruising, but I find myself wanting more. My legs shake, and Leone’s relentless tongue sweeps over my clit; his other hand grips my thigh, stopping my legs from closing around his face when I feel it.
ELEVEN
FALLON
A sob nearly escapes me in relief as my inner walls clamp around the barrel that is slick with my desire, and I cry out as my entire body tenses. I see white. Wave after wave washes through me, and my back arches off the table. Tears prick the corners of my eyes and spill over, rolling down my face as Leone lets me ride out my climax, his tongue slowing, and I collapse against the table, trying to catch my breath.
He withdraws the gun slowly, and I glare at him as the chill in the air laces my skin with goosebumps. Milo sighs audibly, yet Leone smirks before tracing his tongue along the barrel.
As Leone steps closer, I finally sit up only to flinch when his hand moves toward me, his fingers dance across my skin, tracing patterns that ignite sparks of desire despite the terror that curls within me. His touch is seductive, dangerous, and I cannot look away from the glint in his eyes as they linger on mine. He leans down, his cool breath whispering against my ear, “Mm, you taste so fucking good.”
He leans back, his fingers moving gently across my breast, only to trace a finger around the areola before pinching my nipple, that makes me cry out in pain and my eyes lock with his dark ones.
“It would be a shame to kill you,” he whispers in a seductive voice. “You scream so beautifully.”
I try to back away, but he grabs my throat, forcing me to look into his cold gaze. “But what to do with you now?” he muses aloud.
My heart races at his words, and a thrill of fear runs through me. What kind of man enjoys causing pain? “Only seconds ago, you wanted to blow your brains out. That desire for death couldn’t have been too strong because you’re still here,” he murmurs.
I swallow thickly, wondering what it is he plans on doing now.
“Just get it over with, Leone. You’ve had your fun.”
He chuckles darkly, and I don’t like the look in his intense gaze.
“Oh, I’m just getting started. You’re in debt to me, cara, and I will take my time collecting.” His voice is low and sinister, making me whimper.
“You can have your money back. The surgery was paid for,” I tell him, and he chuckles.
“Yes, by me, and therefore a debt still owed.”
“You did that on your own; I never asked you to do that,” I remind him.
“You’re right, but how much is her life worth to you?”
I swallow thickly.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have sold yourself to me to save her if needed,” he murmurs. His hand moves. His thumb brushes over my cheek gently.
“Am I wrong?” he asks, and I glare up at him, and he smiles wickedly.
“So Fallon, how much is her life worth to you? How much is your father’s.”
They are my everything, and this man knows it. Despite him paying for it on his own accord, had he not, I would have tried to barter myself for her if needed when another thought occurs to me.
