Page 86 of Captured Fantasy

Anger flared. “You want my body.”

His grip tightened on my shoulder.

“Does this have anything to do with Cosimo Barone?” he asked, his tone glacial. “Do you think he doesn’t want your body too?”

“This is about you and me,” I snapped.

Federico’s face tightened and he released me, pacing to the hall and back. “So you’ll tell Cosimo that you don’t want to fuck him either?”

I swallowed, staying silent.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you do with him,” he seethed. “Do you think you’re worth so fucking much, Lorenza, that you can just fuck whomever you please? That you can have any man in your bed that you want and it won’t cause a problem?”

“Well, I fucked you so clearly I don’t think I’m worth anything at all,” I shot back.

“Don’t come at me with that bullshit,” he shouted. “You wanted me and you were happy with what we had until Cosimo fucked it up.”

“I never had a goddamn orgasm with you. Not once,” I yelled back. “Maybe if you hadn’t been so fucking selfish with me…if you hadn’t just fucked me and left me hanging every time I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else. You treated me like shit in and out of bed. For months.”

“Are you telling me that you faked it with me?” he said, a dangerous edge to his voice.

“Yes, I did. Because you wanted me to come, but you didn’t put any effort into making it happen. You can’t shove your cock in me and expect me to just suddenly orgasm from it,” I snapped.

He surged forward, pinning my body against the wall, Caging me in with his arms.

“You’re a fucking liar,” he breathed.

“So this is my fault?”

“If you had been honest with me, I could have made you come.”

I lost my temper. I didn’t care how much I hurt him with my words anymore. In fact, I wanted him to pay for all the months of frustration. Lifting my head, I looked up at him. He was a foot taller than me, but I wasn’t afraid of him.

“Do it then,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t. “Get down on your knees right now and make me come with your mouth, Rico. If you’re so confident you can.”

Desire flooded his face, fighting for agency against rage. For a moment, I was afraid he was going to do it. The front of his pants were tight, his cock a visible ridge beneath them.

His anger won out and he stepped away, pacing again, trying to control himself. I swallowed, sagging against the wall. All the fight drained from my body.

“I don’t want this anymore, Rico,” I said softly. “Please, just let me go.”

He stopped, facing me with possessive eyes. “No, I’m not giving you up that easy, Enza. I had you first and I’ll have you last. I don’t give a fuck what you or Cosimo Barone think you can do about it.”

I gritted my teeth. “Get out of my house.”

He didn’t move.

“Get the fuck out. Or I’m calling Lucien.”

“Lucien isn’t going to take your side,” he snapped. “He knows I had first claim to you.”

I kept quiet, my eyes averted.

“Fine.” Federico moved toward the hall, turning one last time. “But this isn’t over.”

He was gone, the slam of the door echoing through the house. I released the breath I’d been holding. All of these powerful men had inserted themselves into my life, sometimes with my invitation, but they were too much to handle on my own. Thank God Lucien had withdrawn, but Federico still remained. Pulling me about by his money the way men like him did.

But Cosimo, he was an oasis. An end to this madness.

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