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“Yes. I believe you’re the best person to do it.”
“What about my boss? His company?”
Ludovico shrugged. “We’d just hired him because he owed us some money and offered to do it for free. Oh, you didn’t know?” he chuckled. “You weren’t going to be paid for your work. Now, however, we can get Miller to give us what he owes us, and in exchange, I’ve got you to do the work I need. It’s a win-win situation.”
“For you.”
“Of course.” He stood up, zipping his pants. “The bathroom is there. Crawl to it.”
Gigi’s mouth fell open.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I want to see your ass encased in that skirt while you crawl.”
“I’m not—”
“A dog? A pet? A slut? You’re all of that to me. Crawl.” Ludovico caressed the rose on his neck. She wasn’t sure if it was a gesture done on purpose or not, but she wouldn’t question it anymore. Getting on all fours, she made her way to the bathroom.
“Slowly, Ragazza.”
She slowed down her pace. Suddenly, she became aware that due to the length of the skirt, Ludovico could probably see her pussy. Desire burst into her in one hot flame. What was wrong with her? She was being humiliated, treated worse than a dog, and her body responded with a burst of arousal she’d never experienced in her thirty-six years.
“That’s it. Good troia.”
Ludovico urged her on. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and displaying her desire. What seemed like eons later, she reached the door to the bathroom.
“Make yourself presentable, we’re going to see my brother.”
Chapter Eleven
Gigi stood up and rushed into the bathroom. Shame and humiliation made her want to cry. He’d made her suck his dick and then treated her as nothing more than a five-dollar whore. That wasn’t the worst. What really bothered her, what really made the tears slip from the corners of her eyes, was the fact she’d enjoyed it.
She’d relished his hand on her hair, pushing her down, taking control of their every move. She’d taken pleasure in his belittling words. Every name he called her merely igniting her flesh with more desire. It was all so wrong.
She washed her face, reapplied some of her makeup, and brushed her hair. Decent enough … if it weren’t for her visible nipples and the short skirt brushing against her skin.
“Hurry up, troia,” Ludovico’s voice came from the other room. A shiver ran through her. She didn’t know Italian, but she was certain the word was not kind. Ludovico didn’t seem to know how to be sweet. All he knew were commands and obedience. It was all he expected. If someone didn’t do as they were told, he’d kill them. It was as easy as that.
She opened the bathroom door. Ludovico gave her a once-over. He smirked.
“You’re a delight.”
“How long will this last?” she asked.
He handed her the suit jacket she’d been wearing earlier. After she put it on, he placed a hand on the back of her neck, tilting her head. Her lips tingled. Would he kiss her?
“Until I get bored with you. This evening. Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Never. But if you keep talking so much, I might have to gag you immediately.”
“I’m not—”
“I’m not joking.”
She clamped her mouth shut. He pressed his mouth on hers and she moaned.
“You’re not here to work. You’re here to please me as I see fit. Be it doing my taxes or sucking my dick. You are my property now, Gigi, and I will use you in any way I like.”
The elevator doors chimed, and he escorted her inside. Gigi glanced at him. He seemed calm, but for the tick in his jaw. Why was he so altered?
