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After chuckling menacingly, he pushed me away from him, tilted his head, and stared. I stumbled and clutched the sides of a table, holding myself up. I didn’t know what to think. I glanced around the room, seeing the seven other guards blocking all the exits. There was nowhere to run, not that I’d be able to hide from him anyway.

“That will be you next if you don’t answer every single one of my fucking questions.” He strode closer to me, and I moved back. “Do you understand?”

I nodded. “Yes …”

“Why’d you leave with Ben?”

“I didn’t know that he was … he was running from you,” I lied.

I grasped a chair, pulling it in front of me to put as much space between us as possible. He snatched it and threw it to the ground, moved over it and stepped toward me.

“Wrong answer.”

“I … I left with him because …” Why did I fucking leave with him again? Because I was a stupid fucking woman. “Because I trusted him.”

He walked closer to me, seized a fistful of my hair in one hand, and put the muzzle of his gun under my chin. “One last chance to answer me correctly, principessa.”

My fingers shook, and I stared right into his brown eyes. They were a wrathful kind of dark. A look full of sin and hurt and betrayal and intense anger. I parted my lips and cursed myself for what I was about to say next because even I didn’t know if it was the truth or not. “Because I wanted out.”

After pulling the gun away from me and tucking it into his waistband, he snatched my chin in his hand, pressing his fingers harshly into me. “You don’t fucking get it, do you?” He pulled me closer, and I could feel the imprint of the gun in his waistband. He glared down at me with so much rage. “You’re mine, principessa. I own you.”

I nodded, hoping he’d give me some space … but I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He was going to give me hell for this, hell for trying to leave.

“I can give you a world of so much fucking pain that you would wish I’d killed you with that stronzo or I can make you feel good, principessa.” He tilted his head down at me. “Do I make myself clear?”

I swallowed hard, my whole body tense, and nodded, not wanting to end up like Ben, who was dead on the floor.

He stepped back from me. “Good …” His eyes raked down my body. “Now, take off your clothes.”

My eyes widened. “My clothes?”

“You didn’t think you’d get out of this punishment-free, did you?”

He set the chair upright on the ground a few feet away and sat down on it. “You’re not going to make me say it again, are you?” He gazed over at Ben on the ground, then back at me and grimaced, as if to say, I could still kill you, if you’d like. “Your choice.”

I pressed my lips together, staring at all the guards in this room. Fuck this fucking guy. I tugged off my shirt and pulled off my pants, standing in just my bra and underwear in front of the Mafia boss himself and seven of his closest guards.

“Tick tock.” He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to continue.

Before I could let out a growl, I hesitantly unclipped my bra and let it slide down my arms, my breasts bouncing out of it. I watched the men peer over and tried to ignore the heat pooling between my legs. I pushed down my panties and stepped out of them, covering my breasts with my arms.

“Arms down,” he said.

I took a deep breath, my pussy clenching, and let my arms hang by my sides. He stared at my body for a long time, just taking in every inch, lingering on my tits and my throbbing pussy, and then his lips curled into a smirk.

“Principessa, you’re not ever going to do anything foolish like that again, are you?”

“No,” I said, my voice cracking.

“No?”

“No, sir.”

“And why’s that?”

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