Page 90 of The Contract

“No. I know how to cover my tracks.”

“But Dominic—”

“Don’t worry about him.”

“He might want revenge,” I say.

“Maybe. But I doubt it. If he does, it’ll just be for show.”

I frown. “That could still be dangerous.”

“I can handle Dominic Capelli. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

“Don’t fucking condescend to me.”

Dante sets his coffee on the ground. “You are really fired up. Come here and be nice.”

“No.”

“Have it your way.”

He’s out of his chair and on me so fucking fast that my coffee goes flying, spilling in an arc, the cup shattering on the ground. He doesn’t care. He rips off my pants even as I flail, fighting him because I’m so fucking pissed. At his mother. At him.

He flips me and pins me down on the cushions. My knees are on the ground. My cock is trapped under me.

He’s out of his own pants in seconds. I hear a packet tear. Fuck, he had lube with him. He was planning to fuck me. But then, he’s always planning to fuck me. As a general rule, that’s how I want it, but right now I’m furious.

Dante slicks his cock then yanks me to my feet, though he keeps me bent over.

“Why are you so pissed?” he demands.

When I don’t answer, he slaps my ass. I cry out at the sting, but I still don’t answer, so he sets his cockhead to my hole and shoves inside me.

I’m loose from fucking during the night then again this morning, but it still makes me cry out. He pounds my ass with brutal thrusts. I’m just starting to yield to it, to moan, when he pulls out abruptly.

Furious all over again, I yank upright. “What the fuck—”

Dante grabs me around the middle and hauls across the patio to the sliding glass door. I expect him to open it and drag me inside, but he pushes me against the glass instead, pinning me with his heavy, powerful body. His hard cock prods my ass.

I start to push back against it, trying to penetrate myself with it, but he slaps my ass again.

“Tell me why you’re angry!”

“Because you want a fucking contract! Because you want to fuck me for money, like that’s all this fucking is! Like I’m just some whore!”

He stills. His hand remains on my stinging ass. “You think that’s why I paid you?”

“Obviously.”

“I paid you so you’d have money. So you’d have power and freedom. So you would be safe. And I’m going to keep giving you money. It doesn’t have to be formal, but it’s going to happen, and you’re going to fucking accept it.”

“I don’t want that apartment.”

“Fine, but you’ll accept the money.”

“Forwhat?” I snap, still pissed.

“College. A car. I don’t give a shit.”

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