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Gia, Paul Jr.’s new wife, is glaring at Paul and Gwen dancing. My father looks at me and raises his eyebrows. Shit. A Capo’s wife does not dance like this. I need to teach my new bride a lesson. I need to teach this little girl some manners.

I walk on the make-shift dance floor in the backyard. I grab one of Gwen’s arms. Paul Jr. laughs. I escort her across the lawn and into the house. I push her body against a wall in a secluded hallway. No one is around. Good. Privacy. I am furious. I hold her small wrists above her head with one hand. I feel the pulse in her wrist. Her heart is beating fast. Fear. I firmly press my body up against the front of her little body. I can feel how soft and curvy she is. I want her to be frightened of me. I press my hard cock into her stomach.

“You don’t dance that way!” I whisper in her ear.

“What way?” She asks.

Do I hear defiance in that sweet voice?This little girl has a devious streak. I will break her of that. Train her. All my soldiers understand what I want, what I like, and don’t like with just a look from me. I never need to explain anything. They fear my position and power. This little girl needs to learn.

“Like a stripper, pole dancer, a whore.”

“This is how I dance!” Gwen exclaims.

“Not a Capo’s wife. You will not shake your ass and tits at men. You are not a whore. You are my wife, and you will behave accordingly. If you want to dance like that you can do so naked, in our bedroom, for me.”

I thrust my pelvis into her. She flinches.

Gwen

Bobby tries to intimidate me with his massive, muscular body. I can feel his powerful masculinity. He is all alpha male. I want him. I can feel his huge erection pushing into my stomach through the material of his pants. I want him to touch me. Kiss me. I feel a forbidden heat between my legs. I am a mess. Oh my. I clench my thighs together. I want to run from him.

“Bobby you are being ridiculous. You do not own me.”

Bobby

“Yes, I do. You will obey me.”

I grind my erection into her stomach. Her pulse speeds up. She is angry. Anger looks good on her. Extremely hot. My cock is stiff and throbbing. I will enjoy breaking her.

“I am not afraid of you!” Her voice cracks.

Her beautiful eyes are tearing up.

“You should be.”

I am a predator.

“Your father and Nick promised you would never lay a hand on me.”

“I won’t. There are other ways to control you. You want to attend college, don’t you?”

“I am going to college.”

I hit a nerve. Good. She tries to pull her wrists out of my grasp. I hold fast. She is starting to breathe heavily. Her tits are heaving. I can smell her fear - delicious. I smile at her struggles.

“Not if I don’t let you.”

“If you don’t let me, go to college, I will never sleep with you!” She threatens.

Such bravado for an 18-year-old girl. She thinks that denying me sex will give her power over me! I laugh.

“There are countless women who will spread their legs for me. I do not need you. I don’t even want you.”

A tear escapes from one of her blue eyes.

“You’re cruel.”

Lesson learned.