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“I didn’t think it would.” I jerk my arms to free myself, but his hold is too strong. He slams into me, and all I can think is fuck, that feels good. I shouldn't like this so much. I shouldn’t want this so badly.Men like him don't keep people like me around forever.

“Look at me, Hadley,” Massimo commands.

I immediately obey, locking eyes with him as he thrusts in and out of me with a roughness that makes me moan in pleasure.

“You like it when I fuck you,” he growls possessively.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Harder.”

“You get what I give you,” he replies harshly.

“You’re in a mood tonight.”

He rubs his pelvis against my sensitive clit, and I cry out as my core tightens around his length.

“I have a question for you, Hadley,” he says, fucking me harder and harder while gripping my wrists tightly.

My body tenses at his words. Not now. This is not the time for questions. “Talk later. Make me come,” I plead desperately.

But Massimo continues to roll his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside me but not giving me enough stimulation to reach climax. “Answer my question, and I will make you come,” he demands.

Tears prick at the back of my eyes, feeling helpless under this cruel man's control. “Fine,” I finally give in through gritted teeth. “Ask your damn question.”

“Do you want children?” Massimo asks, his voice softening slightly.

I glare up at him, my frustration turning into anger. “Why are you asking this now? I’m there. It’s not important right now.”

“Okay, then answer this,” Massimo presses on. “Are you taking any birth control?”

I freeze, panic setting in.Oh fuck, oh fuck.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks in triumph, lowering his lips to mine. “Like I said,you’re mine.”

Chapter 16

Kathryn C. Kelly

Kathryn C. Kelly

Massimo

The rule of three is more satisfying to the human brain. More memorable. More effective. Justmore. Except in cases where I’m pulled from the warmth of Hadley’s arms to deal with a third motherfucker in my torture chamber.

The fact she’s a woman makes little difference to me. The end result is the same. Me, out in the fucking cold and Hadley in my bed, well-fucked and in need of more cock.

“Where’s Gio?” I demand, circling the woman who I recognize from her shifts at the diner. “Talk to me, Susan.”

I already know the facts. Emilio called me down to my office, shoved a report in my hand, and revealed he’d scooped her up from a shitty little lean-to that skirted my property. Seeing her name tied to Gio’s—Colton Bernard’s—leaves me no choice in the matter. She helped to hurt Hadley, so she has to go.

“Where’s Gio?” I demand again.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she spits, her breath as vile as her body odor.

I’ll find that motherfucker with or without Susan’s help. Under the circumstances, I tried for an easier route.

I don’t have time for her games. The few times I saw her at the diner, she was shitty at her job and even shittier to Hadley. There was always something about her that didn’t sit right in my gut. The day the hitchhiker came in, Susan conveniently called out. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. She took days off more than she worked her shifts.

I have to do a deeper dive into her background. Find out if she worked at the diner before Hadley was hired or vice versa. One scenario meant Gio was tracking Hadley too and sent Susan in to report her movements,orhe was tracking her and hired Susan to keep an eye on Hadley.

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