Page 16 of Devilish Prince

But Tito has never failed me before this, and while the cat's away the mice play. I don't have to give him mercy, but it's easier and faster to punish him slightly and continue leaning on a man who has never gone astray before than it is to bring someone new in and have to teach them how to respect me.

"Come here," I order, gesturing at him. He stands and trembles as he approaches me, his eyes downcast. I reach out and grab hold of his earring, a smirk curling at my lips. "This is a nice little trinket you've got here," I say, tugging on it slightly. "Must have cost you a pretty penny, huh?"

Tito nods frantically, his eyes darting up to mine in terror. "P-please, Lorenzo, don't?—"

But I don't give him the chance to finish his sentence. I rip the earring out of his ear with a swift yank, relishing in the way he cries out in pain. Blood drips down the side of his face as I hold the earring up to the light, examining it closely.

"You know what, Tito? This could cover a good chunk of your debt to me." I smirk again, tossing the earring onto the table in front of me. "Consider it a down payment. Bring me the rest of my money by the end of the week, or I won't be so kind next time."

Tito nods, tears streaming down his face as he clutches at his bleeding ear. "Yes, Lorenzo. I'll get you the rest of the money. I swear."

I wave him off dismissively, already turning my attention to the next task at hand. Dealing with Tito is a minor annoyance, but there are bigger fish to fry in the world of organized crime. "Get out of my office."

I watch him retreat, blood running down his arm and dripping from his elbow, and in the doorway I see Sofia. Her eyes are wide with shock but her forehead is wrinkled in anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Sofia hisses as she steps into the room. "That was unnecessary, even for you."

I raise an eyebrow at Sofia, amusement flickering in my eyes. "You're one to talk, darling. You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me." I lean back in my chair, studying her for a moment. "But I suppose you didn't come here to lecture me on my business practices, did you?"

Sofia's eyes flash with annoyance at my dismissiveness, but her expression softens slightly as she approaches me. "I came tothank you for having Norm protect me, but after that display, I'm not so sure I want any part of this agreement anymore."

The statement has me on my feet stalking toward her. There's no way in hell I'm letting her out of our agreement. "I'm not sure you're thinking clearly, Sofia. You owe me a debt, and I intend to collect. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to this arrangement."

Sofia stands her ground, her jaw clenched in defiance. "I never agreed to you hurting people like Tito. That's not part of the deal."

I take a step closer to her, my voice low and dangerous. "You don't get to pick and choose which parts of the deal you want to follow." I touch her face lightly and she flinches, but I don't back down. "You're mine, Sofia. And you'll do as I say."

She scoffs at my words, pushing me away. "I'm not yours, and you can't control me." I grab her wrist and pull her against my body. her coat is only in the way so I unzip it and tear it off of her. She gasps and tries to struggle away from me.

"Don't act like this. Our agreement stands. You are mine in exchange for protection. I've done my part, and you'll do yours." I pull her over to my desk and force her to bend over it.

Sofia's breathing quickens as I trail my fingers down her back. My other hand moves to the waistband of her slacks, pulling them down harshly. She tries to squirm away, but I grip her hips tightly, holding her in place.

"You don't get to walk away from me, Sofia. Not now, not ever." I slide my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness between them. She shudders under my touch, unable to hold back a moan. I lean in close to her ear, my breath hot against her skin."You like this, don't you? You like being told what to do. You're just a dirty girl who needs to be taught a lesson."

Sofia's body shudders as I rub my fingers against her. Her hips buck against my hand, begging for more. "No," she whimpers, her voice barely a whisper.

"Then tell me no and I'll stop," I growl. I push my fingers inside of her, eliciting a whimper from her. "Tell me you don't want this."

"I don't want this!" Sofia yelps. Her body is shaking, a mix of fear and lust. I know she wants this, she just doesn't want to admit it.

"You're a bad liar, Sofia." I withdraw my fingers slowly, bringing them to my mouth and tasting her. She hisses and tries to move away, but I pull her back. "See? You taste so good, and you're still so wet. You don't want me to stop, do you?" She's so predictable. All I have to do is tease her sexually and she cowers. It's like I'm the master puppeteer and she does my bidding for a little orgasm. Well, it's time she learns a lesson about working with me.

I work my belt loose then my fly and she whimpers. "Just because I fuck you, doesn't mean you own me."

"Oh, but it does." I pull my rock-hard dick out of my trousers and tease her pussy until she's squirming and begging for more. "You will do everything I say. I don't think you want to test me." She whimpers when I slid my cock out of her.

"Just fuck me already," she groans, and I watch her holes squeeze. Her ass is too tempting. I push my dick against it and thrust in hard as she yelps in pain. She gasps and moans, clawing at the desk and whimpering.

"Fuck... oh fuck... oh god."

"Yes, good girl..." I tell her, thrusting. She keeps whimpering and moaning through the pain, and my thrusts become harder, and she moans and bucks against me. But this is a lesson, not a pleasure thing. Her soft yelps of pain turn to moans of pleasure, and as she begins to tense, I allow myself release.

I come, dumping thick strings of hot seed into her body as she begs me for more. And when I'm done, I pull out and watch her ass constrict and tense. "Oh fuck... make me come. I was so close," she mewls. Her hand is beneath her touching her pussy, and all I do is position her panties back over her ass.

"Well, then you wouldn't learn your lesson would you?"

"What!" she screeches as she looks at me over her shoulder. "You sick bastard."

"Ah... seems my son has yet another admirer." The tone of my father's voice cuts Sofia off and she hisses and stands, frantically fixing her pants. "Leave them," he tells her.

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