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Terrified, I stayed seated, hoping if I didn’t move, he wouldn’t hurt me. That was what I was supposed to do when I ran into a predator, right? And that was what Riccardo Caputo was in this moment. A full on predator.

“W-why did you kill him?”

He peeled a glove off his hand, slowly capturing my attention. “Take off your clothes,” Riccardo demanded, ignoring my question.

“Wh-what?” I blinked at him, confused.

He leaned over the cooling dead body and snarled, “I said, take off your fucking clothes, before I rip them off your body.”

I stood on shaky legs, and trembled as I peeled off my clothes. Tears welled in my eyes, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing them fall. I would never let him see me as weak. Ever.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Riccardo

The flicker of candlelight danced off the polished wood of the table, casting shadows that coiled like serpents on the walls of the dimly lit restaurant. I watched Mya from across the table, her fiery red hair coiling down her shoulders. Her delicate fingers traced the rim of her water glass as she took it all in. She was vibrant tonight, a storm barely contained, and every reaction on her face drew me deeper into her web.

I fucked up and lost control. Something that hadn’t happened in a long time. But Dr. Mya Rivers drove me wild. She wouldn’t give me the time of day, but willingly touched another man.

Before I knew it, his blood adorned my gloved hands, ruining my suit at each of the wrists. I wasn’t risking more carnage, so the boy’s father took his life in my stead. It hurt me more than it did his family.

Their restaurant would thrive, but I had another innocent’s death on my hands. All because of the She-devil in front of me. I swear the Devil must’ve been a woman. She sat in her chair,meekly, now that she’d seen the consequences of her actions. But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted to cement that she was no longer home. That she was at my disposal. I held her life in my very hands, and if I wanted to crush it, then that was my will. Once she understood her place, she would make an excellent wife.

I took off my gloves, demanding my little firecracker lose her clothes. I wanted to touch her bare skin. To cement that she was mine, even with the scars, all fucking mine.

Her keen observation skills could fortify the famiglia. Once I was rid of Sebastian, no one would stand in my way. I waited for Mya to do what I said. She shakily took off each piece of her clothes, revealing her lush body to me.

I forced her down over the top of the boy who she dared to touch. This was her punishment, being fucked on top of this innocent, and I told her as much.

“If you hadn’t touched him, he would be alive right now.” I unbuckled my pants and slid out my hard cock, rubbing my piercing, uncaring of the different tones of the scarred flesh touching the unblemished flesh of my dick.

“N-no,” she stammered. “You did thi–”

I slid into her dry cunt with a grunt, effectively shutting her up. “It wasn’t me who did this, firecracker.” I thrust inside of her, tweaking her nipple, and grinning at the trickle of wetness inside of her.

My little firecracker wanted me.

“I–”

“You don’t get to speak.” I slammed deeper inside of her and grabbed her throat. “You feel so fucking good.”

She cried out, her walls tightening against me, as if they were fighting to force me out. No fucking way was I allowing that to happen.

“You’re gagging for my cock, aren’t you?” I whispered in her ear.

“N-no.” She tried to deny me, but I thrust inside again, dislodging the body from underneath us. Mya gagged at the sight.

“Can’t take the sight of a body, doctor?” I sneered in her face.

She whimpered, but her pussy throbbed around my cock. Fuck her for trying to tell me no. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

When she came, I lifted her up and slammed her harder on my dick. “Say you’re mine,” I commanded.

She looked away, but when her eyes locked on the open ones of the dead body, she looked back at me.

I drew her face closer to mine. “Say. It.”

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