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In one motion, I shredded every bit of her trust.

My heart lurches in my chest.

Covered in my cum and glowing from multiple orgasms,mia caramellinais further away from trusting me than ever before.

I don’t know how to fix this.

Chapter 9

Emma Lanza

From the highest of highsto the lowest of lows, I swim in an ocean of regret, fear, and despair as I stare into the eyes of my ex-fiancé’s younger brother, Fiero Capito.

Spitting in his eye was a knee-jerk reaction. I shouldn’t have done it, but when he refuses to release my legs, I hawk an even bigger loogie at his other eye.

The sexual satisfaction still pulsing through my body shrivels my soul into a brittle husk. My skin crawls as his seed cools and becomes tacky. Humiliation threatens to choke me.

He wipes my spit from his eyes before running the back of his hand over the bottom half of his face and licking my juices from his flesh. I ignore the clenching of my core and sneer at him.

Fear for my sister ices my veins. He went to my apartment. I press the back of my head into the mattress, using the pain of my contusion to center myself. We don’t keep photos or proof of our past lives, so he may assume Katherine is my roommate, but he has no proof, and when she realizes I haven’t been home since she left, she’ll bolt.

I dive into my fury, leaving all other emotions behind, and vow to die before I show him an ounce of weakness.

I don’t know how he found me or what game he’s playing, but I hate him. I’ll always hate him.

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? Just kill me and get it over with.”

He rubs his thumb through his spunk on my chin, smearing it over my lower lip and jawline. Nausea twists my stomach.

“I’m sorry,mia caramellina,” he says.

I scoff and grimace as his seed squishes in my hands.

“No, you’re not. You’re disgusting.”

Maybe if I anger him, he’ll tire of playing with me and kill me faster. I’d rather die than suffer this humiliation again.

A muscle ticks in his jaw. He wraps his hand around my throat.

“You’re right, Iamdisgusting. I’m disgusting foryou. I held back foryou. I came all over your body instead of inside it foryou, but if this is the thanks I get, then I’ll just take what I want.”

He tightens his grip around my throat and lowers his hips. I jerk at the hot, wet glide of his cock through my abused folds.

“You’re mine,mia caramellina,” he murmurs.

I grit my teeth in denial even though my heart leaps in joy and my body throbs in agreement.

He’s going to play this through until the end, isn’t he? He plans to chip away at my defenses until I trust him, then hand me and my sister back to his brother.

“I’ll never be yours,” I hiss.

He hums a noncommittal note, thrusts his hips, and smirks when my clit hardens. I curse my traitorous body and close my eyes when his quirked brow fuels the spark of desire.

He’s too handsome. Even though he’s obviously Seppi Capito’s close kin, Fiero’s chiseled jaw, full lips, and piercing green eyes are nothing like his brother’s. Add in the tattoos covering his naturally tanned complexion, his dark hair, and the sensual threat lurking in his stare, and he’s easily the most erotic man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“You’ve always been mine, Mia Rivera. You just didn’t know it yet.”

My fury falters. Maybe it’s the lack of taunting in his voice as he says my fake name or the yearning in his animalistic rumble, but something about his response jerks me out of my hate-filled spiral and plants a kernel of doubt in my soul.

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