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Damn. She’s trying her best to take all of it in like a good girl, sucking in a painfully slow rhythm until I nearly feel myself topple over the edge.

Easing gently out of her mouth, I help her to her feet, steadying her against the desk so that her entire torso is flat on the table and her perfect ass is high enough for me to slip into.

I test my palms on her ass cheeks, slapping them as I probe her pussy with the head of my cock.

“A-Ahhh… please….”

“Please, what?” I rasp.

She edges her ass up toward me, probing my dick with it.

“Wrong answer,” I send my palm to her ass, watching her squeeze her thighs together as it reddens. She wants more.

“Fuck me.”

I rub my tip against her swollen pussy again, groaning as shivers of pleasure travel through my throbbing cock and legs.

“You will beg for my cock. And you will say my name while you’re at it.”

She shakes her head. “Just do it, ple—”

My palm smacks her ass again, harder this time. She rubs her thighs together, desperate for me. I’m almost losing control at the sight, but I don’t budge. She’s going to beg like a helpless little slut.

“You get spanked for every wrong answer. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” She nods.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Adrian…” I’m about to say it’s Adriano, but my brain sends the reminder that I’m under a false name. Fuck. How I want to hear my name slip from those lips when she’s frantic with need.

“Now beg for my cock,” I growl.

“Please, Adrian, please fuck me…”

I slam my cock into her dripping pussy, crying out with pleasure as she stretches out desperately trying to fit me completely. I thrust slowly at first, then I smack her ass with my palm and slam into her in a simultaneous rhythm.

She lays her head down on the desk, but I’m not about to let her just lay there. I want her screaming my name as I pound her, so I fist her hair in one hand, steadying her waist with the other as I increase the pace of my thrusts.

Just as I wanted, she’s screaming now, “Yes, Adrian…yes! Yes!” Until I feel her press her pussy back against me, jerk uncontrollably, and pour her juices all over my cock.

I slam into her in one final wild thrust, joining my release with the final moments of hers.

We lie like that, on top of each other, listening silently to our heartbeats. This might as well be the moment I break her. Make her feel like I care, have sex, and then leave her in pieces.

My phone buzzes, jarring me out of my thoughts. When I bring it up to my face, it’s a text from Francesco.

“Game on, Capo.”

Chapter thirteen

Elena

Home…

As much as my visit to New Orleans was extremely brief, I’d loved staying there better than here at the mansion. Perhaps it was the serene environment, the fact that I wasn’t looking over my shoulder in fear of death, or… the man who shared that space with me.

My eyes flutter closed as the scrape of his nails on my skin returns to my memory. The way his palms smacked my ass… the fervent way his mouth crushed my lips.