Page 96 of Capo

Goosebumps race along my back, from where my skin burns on my ass all the way up to my scalp. “I’m not,” I pant.

He slaps me again. “Bullshit! You’re grinding against me like a bitch in heat. Did it turn you on to finally get the upper hand? To be the one who came out victorious? To not be the victim anymore? Did you think of me when you slaughtered those men? Did you wish that axe was planted in my back instead?” His hand connects with my ass again. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I—”

There’s nothing I want more in this moment. I want to feel that long, thick cock penetrating my pussy, spreading me wide. I want to feel the sting of his brutal intrusion. I want this man so fucking bad that I think I’ve lost my mind.

He slaps me again. “Tell me!”

“Fuck me, you monster!” I scream.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes!” I almost weep as I grind against his hand, his fingers still thrusting in me.

“Here?” He pushes so deep inside that I jerk forward.

“Mmm—yes!”

Luciano pulls out his hand and grabs my hips, putting the head of his cock against my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Chloe Becker, that you won’t be able to stand for a fucking week.”

In one thrust he pushes all the way inside, filling me, stretching me wider than anything I’ve felt before. I lose my breath as my pussy clenches against the intrusion. “God!” I squeal.

His hold on my hips will bruise me, but I can’t tell pain from pleasure as he begins to pound into me without mercy. “Touch yourself,” he pants. “Put your hands between your legs. You’re going to come, or I’ll spank you again, and I won’t stop even if you beg me. I’ll stop when my arm gets tired. And I don’t tire easily.”

His threat makes my pussy clench. I can barely make my arm cooperate as I obey and put my fingers on my clit. I’m pushed and pulled, my skin rubbed raw against the rough fabric of the couch.

“Don’t take that hand away.” He pulls me up and lifts me, his cock buried deep inside me, spinning us around, pushing me against the wall. His hand comes up and grabs around my throat, pulling my head back against his chest. I swallow compulsively against the pressure. It’s uncomfortable, it’s frightening, and it’s pervertedly erotic. “I’ll never let you go.” He thrusts deeper, rougher, squeezing my body between his and the wall.

I’m getting nowhere. A rush of fear runs through me at the knowledge that I can’t stop this. I can’t say no. I gave in, and he will take me until he’s satisfied. The realization makes my pussy spasm and I arch in his hold, rocking against him, urging him to go faster, harder.

“I have killed, Chloe. These hands have murdered more people than I can count.” He squeezes tighter around my throat, making me squirm, renewed fear flaring up in my chest. “Does it turn you on?”

In some fucking way it does, but I shake my head. It’s too perverted.

His grip tightens and he thrusts so deep that I squeal. “Say it!”

“No!” I silently plead with him not to ask. I can’t say it. It’s sick. It would make me sick.

“You’re a fucking liar.” He pulls out and steps back. I fall to the floor, limbless, my hand still between my legs. Looking up, I take him in as he towers over me. “Do you know what I do to the liars in my ranks?”

I can barely breathe. Tears well up in my eyes as I shake my head. “Please,” I whisper.

“Get up.” He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet, dragging me across the room. With one sweep of his hand, he clears the kitchen table, sending a pile of plates and a vase with flowers crashing to the floor. “Lie on your back.”

I’m so fucking afraid that I can’t move. My heart slams a staccato and my breaths come in short gasps.

“Lie on your fucking back.”

I twitch to life. I don’t dare to disobey. “Luci,” I whisper.

His eyes narrow as he looks me over.

“I—” I try to remember how to inhale. “I’m afraid.”

He puts an arm around my waist, pulling me to him, crashing his lips against mine. He holds my gaze with his as he claims my mouth, forcing his tongue deep. Before I know it, I clutch his cheeks and pull him closer, drowning in his scent, his touch. Then I push away, and he lets me. My hands still cup his cheeks.

“It scares me, it turns me on, and I’m not right in the head, because I want you so fucking bad right now.”

He strokes my cheek, down along my throat, past my collar bone, then he snakes his hands behind my back and unclasps my bra, pulling it off me. Lowering his head, he takes a nipple in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, making me tear at his hair as I whimper. His hand finds my other nipple, rolling it, pinching it.

“You’re killing me,” I moan, arching, trying to pull away, but he’s not having it. He pushes me down on the table and climbs up to tower over me.

“I’m gonna take you. All of you. You’ll never deny me again.”

A surge of heat rushes through me at the possessiveness in his eyes, at the raw hunger. “Then do it.”

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