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She’s stopped crying, but her breathing is still shaky shallow little gasps. A pang of disappointment hits me. I almost wish she’d screamed, just so I could throw her over my lap and spank her again.
The memory flashes, her freshly reddened ass bouncing on my desk as I fucked her. I feel my cock strain against my zipper.
I study her now helpless, restrained. Something stirs deep inside me. I could do whatever the fuck I want to her, and she can’t stop me. That thought makes me grin.
I told myself it was a one-time thing. Just a way to burn off steam. But now, seeing her like this again… trembling, lips parted in panic—Hell, I want her again. Not just once. Again. And again.
“I’ll handle this. Leave us.” I say without taking my eye off her. A low chuckle rumbles behind me. I don’t bother turning. It’s Dominic—he’s probably wearing that damn grin of his.
Axel and Dominic leave without a word, their heavy boots thudding against the floor in a steady thump-thump as they disappear through the door.
They trust my judgment. They know I wouldn’t put the family at risk just to get my cock wet. If she’s a spy, I’ll give her a peaceful send-off. But the thought makes my chest tighten.
I brush it off and force myself to think logically before my dick takes over. She left years ago, and now she’s suddenly back. Shows up first in my office, now my club. It feels too fucking convenient. Too suspicious.
I’ll have Alessio run a background check on her. I know Claudia must’ve done one when she hired her as my tutor back then, but that was years ago. For the main time, I’ll keep her close. Use her.
And if she turns out to be the rat? I’ll get rid of her.
CHAPTER NINE
Ariel
My heartbeat picks up a frantic pace, It’s just the two of us now. What is he planning to do to me? Is he going to kill me? Another sob threatens to break free, but I swallow it down.
I can’t die here. All I wanted was a quiet place to call Noah; to tell him I might not make it to the hospital tonight because I picked up an extra shift. I never thought I’d Walk into a nightmare… much less be accused of being a spy.
None of this makes sense. I don’t even understand what’s happening. Then I feel his hand behind my head—steady, controlled—as he unties the cloth wrapped around my eyes.
The moment it falls away, I squeeze them shut, afraid to see what comes next. What if he kills me just because I’ve seen his face?
“Look at me, kitten.”
His voice is calm, almost gentle but there’s a dangerous weight beneath it. One that makes my stomach twist with fear. I open my eyes.
My face is level with his chest. He growls low, and I slowly lift my gaze, my neck straining as I look up into his eyes. And everything inside me goes still.
Luca.
My breath catches. My eyes go wide. I should’ve recognized his voice…But the pounding in my chest had drowned out everything else.
“Please… let me go,” I whisper, barely able to speak. My voice trembles. He doesn’t answer right away. His stare pins me in place, cold, unreadable.
“I can’t,” he finally says. “You heard and saw something you shouldn’t have. If I let you walk out of here alone… you’ll be dead before you make it through the nearest door.” I shiver at his words.
He can’t possibly mean to kill me. I’m the mother of his child. But he doesn’t know that. And at this point, I don’t think I ever want him to. I don’t know who he is anymore.
This man—this stranger—he isn’t the Luca I once knew. My lips tremble, my throat dry as sand. “What do I have to do… to get out of this?”
He doesn’t speak. Just lets his gaze fall, slow and deliberate to my boobs, then drags it back to my face.
“Be mine,” he says coldly. “Satisfy me… until I’m tired of you.”
My heart sinks.
“And when you’re tired of me?” I ask, barely above a whisper.
He shrugs casual, indifferent. Like my life means nothing.
