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How good it would feel to hear that first shocked gasp tear from her throat when she realizes I won’t be gentle this time.

In my head, I’m already taking her hard and fast, imagining how her body would jerk forward with each brutal thrust.

And how her voice would break as she screamed my name.

Only me.

“Dante,” she whispers. “I’m not ready.”

Three words. That’s all it takes.

My hands come off her wrists before I’ve decided to move them.

Her skin is red where I held her.

I stay where I am, breathing hard, my cock still pressed against her. Every part of me wants to finish what I started.

“Look at me,” I say.

She turns her head against the desk. Her eyes are wet. Not afraid. Waiting.

Nobody tells me no. Not my uncle, not the Russians, not the men who work for me. She weighs a hundred pounds and she said two words and I stopped.

I step back, breathing hard. Cold air moves between us.

She’s my wife. My responsibility. After disrespecting me in front of my brothers, she needs to be disciplined.

But now, I realize it wasn’t her intention.

“In the future, make certain you conduct yourself as my wife at all times.”

“I will, Dante,” she says.

Then she turns over on the desk and looks up at me. She takes hold of my shirt and pulls.

“I didn’t say stop,” she says.

I move back to her, raising her hips slightly to press the swollen head of my cock against her pussy.

The first contact with her wet heat nearly makes me lose control. Her pussy clenches around the tip, like it’s trying to pull me in deeper, gripping me tight.

I feel every tiny contraction against my sensitive skin. Gina’s so fucking warm and slick around me, and I can already tell how good it’s going to feel when I finally thrust all the way inside.

I continue my playful teasing, letting just the tip of my cock circle her clit while I watch her squirm against my desk.

Finally, I can’t fucking control myself anymore. I sink my teeth into the soft flesh where her neck meets her shoulder.

Her cry echoes through my office. I run my tongue over the mark I’ve made, tasting salt and sweetness.

“Sei bellissima, piccola mia,” I whisper against her reddening skin. Her body trembles beneath me, and I can’t hold back anymore. I dig my fingers into her hips and ram myself inside her in one heated thrust.

The tight heat of her squeezing around me nearly makes me lose my mind.

“Dante!”

The way she screams my name makes my blood pound harder. I can’t tell if I’m hurting her or pleasing her. For a crazy second, I don’t care which it is.

“You’re mine.”