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Sam snarls against my throat, his hips snapping forward with punishing force. The wet, filthy sounds of our fucking fills the room, echoing off the tiles. He hitches my other leg up, wrapping both around his waist, and the change in angle has me seeing stars.

"Fuck, Bella," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure and exertion.

With a growl, he captures my mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue delving deep to plunder and possess. His pace becomes erratic, his control slipping as we both hurtle towards the edge.

"Come for me, baby," he commands roughly against my lips. "Let me feel this sweet cunt squeeze my cock. Mine, you're fucking mine!"

His words are my undoing. With a shattered cry, I detonate in his arms, my walls clamping down on him like a vice as ecstasy rockets through my veins.

Sam follows me over the edge with a guttural shout, his hips stuttering as he spills himself deep inside me. I feel each hot pulse of his release, painting my insides and marking me from the inside out as his.

We stay locked together, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync as the aftershocks roll through us. Sam rests his forehead against mine, his breath fanning warm across my face. Slowly, he lowers my trembling legs back to the ground but keeps me caged between the hard planes of his body and the pool room wall.

"Bella," he murmurs, his voice raw and wrecked. His dark eyes search mine, still blazing with the force of his passion, his possession. "Tell me you felt that. This connection between us. It's real and it's fucking powerful."

I swallow hard, my heart still racing. I can't deny the intensity of what we just shared, the way our bodies move together like they were made for each other. But the reality of our situation crashes over me like a bucket of ice water.

"Sam..." I begin, my voice shaky. "What we just did... It doesn't change anything. I'm still supposed to be auctioned off?—"

"The fuck you are," he growls, his hands tightening on my hips almost painfully. "I don't give a shit about their bullshit traditions or threats. You're mine, Bella. I won't let anyone else have you."

“And how do you plan to do that?”

His lips quirk as his eyes gleam with something sinister. “If you think for one second that either me or the Carbones will let another pack have you, then you’ve underestimated how fucked up we are over you, Belladonna.”

CHAPTER 12

BELLA

I strapthe sharp stiletto blades to my thighs, concealing them beneath the slinky black dress that hugs my curves. I check my reflection in the mirror—smoky eyeshadow, blood red lips, hair artfully tousled. The picture of seduction, ready to lure in my unsuspecting target.

This hit will be my biggest yet—Gino Calabrese, the notorious casino mogul with ties to a rival pack. Alessio has given me explicit instructions. I have to get close to Gino, isolate him, then slit his throat and leave no trace. I have until sunrise to complete the job. My heat cycle is over as of two days ago, so I should be safe. Relatively.

I step out into the cool night air, my heels clicking on the sidewalk as I make my way to the neon jungle of the New York City streets. In the shadows behind me, two figures emerge.

Dante and Silas have been watching my back from a distance since I left the mansion, thinking I had no idea I had a tail. The towering casino comes into view, oozing with opulence and excess. Gino's empire of sin. I queue up with the other prettyyoung things vying to get inside, my practiced allure earning me quick entry.

I saunter up to the velvet ropes of the VIP section, flashing a coy smile at the burly bouncer. He gives me an appreciative once-over before unhooking the rope to let me pass. I can feel the weight of dozens of stares boring into my back as I glide towards Gino's private booth.

The casino king lounges on the plush red sofa, a voluptuous blonde draped on his arm. But as soon as his dark eyes land on me, I see his interest spark. I let my hips sway seductively as I approach.

"Well hello there,bellissima," Gino purrs, his voice a deep, smoky rumble. "And who might you be?"

I bite my lip, feigning a bashful look through my lashes. "Talia," I breathe. "I've been dying to meet you all night. Mind if I join you?"

His gaze rakes boldly over my body as he pats the space beside him. "Be my guest, baby. Gino doesn't say no to a beautiful woman."

The blonde shoots me a murderous glare but reluctantly rises, slinking away. I take her place, crossing my legs so my dress rides up my thigh. Gino's eyes follow the movement. I can practically smell the arousal rolling off him in waves.

"So tell me, Talia," he murmurs, leaning in close. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the sharp, unmistakable scent of Alpha. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

I trail my fingers slowly up his arm, feeling the solid muscle beneath his designer suit. "Maybe I was waiting for a big, strong man to keep me company," I whisper suggestively. "Think you're up for the job?"

Gino's lips curl into a wolfish grin. "Oh, I'm up for it alright. Let's say we get out of here and have ourselves a private party, just the two of us."

I lean in until my lips brush his ear. "Lead the way, big boy."

Gino stands abruptly, pulling me flush against him. I can feel the hard press of his desire against my belly. He claims my mouth in a searing kiss that makes me want to gag, his tongue dominating mine. I melt into him, acting the part of the pliant, submissive Omega.

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