Page 10 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

“You’ll belong to me, princess. And I don’t share what’s mine.”

I didn’t argue. I didn’t belong to any man, any person, but I sure as hell would let him use and abuse my body while he hunted Sergio, if it meant keeping Lizzie out of her father’s hands.

“How does this work?” I struggled to keep my voice flat and controlled when I wanted to shake with rage at finding myself in this situation.

His answering smile was sharp and cruel. “Very simple. You do what I tell you to do, come when I call, and make your body available to me when I want it.”

“I need twenty-four hours’ notice to schedule a babysitter for Lizzie,” I said.

“This isn’t a negotiation, you filthy slut.”

I met his cold eyes. “It has to be. Lizzie iseverythingto me.”

“Protection for your daughter,” he agreed. “I’ll keep her out of Sergio’s hands.”

“And my family’s,” I added.

His gaze swept down my body and then back up again, leaving trails of fire in its wake. I resisted the need to shift on my haunches as I reacted to the raw heat of his gaze.

“And your family’s, kitten,” he agreed, his voice soft and full of promise. “Take my cock out of my pants,” he ordered.

I closed my eyes. This was the moment I sold my soul to Italy’s most ruthless businessman, a man who could protect my daughter from her father and keep her safe and in my arms while the men in my life did their dirty business. As much as sex was a way to control me, it would also allow me to control him, as it had for so many before him and would so many after.

I reached for his belt, unbuckled it, and opened his pants, revealing a trail of salt and pepper hair down his hard stomach. I’d seen the outline of his cock against his pants, but nothing prepared me for the reality when I released it—girthy and veiny, already leaking pre-cum.

I licked my lips, shocked I had to resist the temptation to lean forward and swipe my tongue across him.

“Don’t be shy, princess,” Dante grunted, pushing my head closer to the crown of his cock. I shook with trepidation as I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked, swirling my tongue around him. Barely able to stay upright, I trembled with anger and fear, overwhelmed by the salty, musky taste.

He chuckled softly when I shifted my position to relieve the growing, shocking ache in my core.

“Oh, you like that, you little whore,” he murmured. “So ready to turn yourself into a cumslut for me.”

I fisted the base of his cock and tentatively slid him farther into my mouth. Taking him as far as I could, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked on him and caressed his length with my tongue, I bobbed my head up and down in an unsteady rhythm.

“Look at you, taking me so deep, so eager for my cock. If I reached down to touch your pussy, you’d be dripping right now.”

I flushed, embarrassed at my arousal and embarrassed he’d noticed.

He yanked my head back, and then forced me to take him deeper. I gagged.

“If you puke on me, I’ll punish you so hard you’ll scream and wake your daughter,” he said, controlling my movements with a fist wrapped in my hair. I struggled to take a deep breath as he shoved me down again, desperate to control my gag reflex.

Tears streamed down my face as he set a brutal and furious pace, fucking me with no regard for my comfort. I sobbed around him, choking and gagging and trying to breathe through my nose, unable to focus on anything except the terror that he was going to suffocate me with his cock.

When he reached down and pinched my nose, he snarled, “I own all of you, Sofia, even your fucking breath. Do you understand me?”

I struggled away from him, trying to escape, trying to breathe.

“Do you fucking understand?” he repeated as my vision blurred and blackened around the edges.

I nodded, slapping his leg, hoping he understood.

“There we go,” he grunted, freeing my nose but not moving his cock from the back of my throat. “What a perfect little slut you are.” He wiped tears off my face as he thrust into me. “Look at you, already giving me your tears, a down payment on the misery to come, you slutty little bitch.”

All I could do was whimper and brace my hands on his thighs as he ripped his pleasure from me.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he gasped, yanking my head backward. When I did so, he fisted himself once, twice, and then erupted over my face. I didn’t move, frozen with humiliation as he spurted cum over my cheeks, in my mouth, and down my chest.

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