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He cups my jaw firmly, pulling me forwards, and I instinctively open my mouth as I scramble to tug down his clothes, eager to feel him fill my throat. My pussy is throbbing almost as hard as my heart is pounding. I’d love to feel his cock in my cunt right now, but I want him to punish me more. His erection springs free as I drag the waistband of his boxers to his taut thighs and smile with satisfaction as I take in his swollen length.

It's magnificent. Thick and long, with a vein that snakes from the base to the flare of his crown. I don’thesitate to lean in and trace it with the tip of my tongue, moaning in harmony with him as he obviously savours the sensation.

Cupping the back of my head, he starts a slow and unforgiving thrust, not stopping when I gag a little. Pushing deeper until I’m forced to swallow around him. My hands fly to the backs of his thighs, gripping them tightly as I brace myself against him, eager for him to take me exactly how he wants to.

I’ve never felt like this before, but the more he takes what he needs, the more turned on I am. I want him to own me.I need it.

Just when I start to think about my dwindling air supply, he pulls back enough for me to heave in my next breath. But he doesn’t give me a chance to take a second. He sets a slow and brutal pace, eking out both his pleasure and mine. It’s savage, yet at the same time, loving.

Our eyes are locked, and his gaze is fierce.

Dragging me off his cock, he growls, “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Damn fucking right,” he roars, before plunging back between my lips and sheathing himself in my throat. Saliva pools under my tongue, coating his dick and dribbling out of the corner of my mouth. The sounds of half-chokes and hollow cheeked sucks fill the room as he picks up the pace, and I don’t know whether it’s his groans of pleasure or the pre-cum he’s coating my throat with, but they’re pushing me into a state of arousal I’ve never experienced before. I’m overwhelmed with asensation of complete ownership while feeling entirely cherished at the same time.

His hips stutter a moment before his cum erupts on my tongue and paints my throat in hot, salty ropes. I struggle to swallow, smiling as he pulls out, dripping the last of his release across the swell of my breasts.

He leans down, running his hand through his masterpiece, massaging it in, branding me. When I start to moan, he stops, teasing me.

“Uh-uh-uh, baby girl. You’ll get your release when I say so. Right now you can get dressed and finish the workout you came down here for, covered in my cum.”

I whimper in response, but I can’t deny how much the idea turns me on. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to protest. “But you can’t do that.”

“You’re lucky I granted you the privilege of choking on my dick.”

He zips up his pants and fastens his belt as he stalks over to the door and then slips out of the room without another word, leaving me speechless and eager for his touch.

I don’t know where this version of Stefano has been hiding, butfuck me,I’m desperate for him. If any other man used me like that—like his personal fuck toy—I’d kick them out quicker than they could unzip their pants, but when Stefano tells me to get on my knees? Then I want to fall to the ground and suck his cock like it’s my favourite lollipop.

He's left me desperate and horny and despite my pussy’s fluttering protests, the rest of my body is at peace. Happy to have been sothoroughly owned by him.

As I lean into the first stretch of my workout, I smile, happy to do as I’m told, and switch my brain off for the next hour, focussed on only one thought.

He makes me feel like I’m his.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

STEFANO

My team left a few hours ago, and I did a mostly stellar job of not punishing the Vitale brothers. Somehow, I managed to avoid beating them to within an inch of their lives for lusting after what’s mine. However, unhinged, jealous boyfriend is not a good look outside of the bedroom. Especially not if you’re the Bianchi consigliere. There are times, very rare occurrences, when my position limits my preferred course of action. I’m the trusted advisor to the Don; I can’t be seen to be making irrational decisions.

Gouging the Vitale’s eyes out would probably be considered rash.

Instead of physical violence, I found a way to sate my need to discipline them. Right now, they’re on a four-day stakeout in the ass end of nowhere. I figured it couldn’t hurt to have eyes on Danny, and I know within twelvehours they’ll be driving each other crazy. If it’s one thing you can count on, it’s that Thing 1 and Thing 2 can’t spend more than a few hours in each other’s company without bickering. I usually go out of my way to give them separate assignments, but today I’m not feeling too generous. They can be each other’s punishment.

Earlier, I left Katerina to work out in peace while I supervised the team. They managed to install everything, but there’s wet paint everywhere from where they righted any damage, which is evident from the streak of it across the sleeve of my suit.

I make my way upstairs to her bedroom, hauling the last case with me, finding Katerina coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white robe and tousling her hair with a towel. Her eyes are practically on stalks when she catches the suitcase.

“Jesus. How long are you planning on staying? I’ve never seen a man bring so much luggage. You sure as hell don’t travel light, do you?”

“Suits. Weapons. Electronics,” I say, pointing at each case in turn.

She nods. “That makes sense, but what about the two in the kitchen and the one in the bathroom?”

“Toiletries and food,” I reply, slightly confused by her surprise.

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