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I inched closer, still careful not to touch her. “I’m going to come in your mouth. And I’m going to watch my cream melt on your tongue before you swallow every drop like my good little girl. Do you understand me?”

Milana slowly nodded, as if mesmerized.

I threw my head back as I fisted my cock, pumping hard. I held my breath, my balls tightening, my thigh muscles clenching as my forearm flexed. The orgasm was so intense it was almost painful. I threw open my mouth with a roar, baring my teeth as come shot out from the head. Through narrowed eyes, I watched as thick cream coated her red lips and tongue.

She closed her eyes as I continued to come into her mouth before lowering my shaft and shooting the last few spurts onto her glorious breasts, marking her.

For several seconds, all I could hear was the sound of the blood rushing in my ears.

When I could finally speak, I ground out, “Now swallow.”

Milana blinked as if coming out of a trance. Her gaze shot up to me, towering over her. I watched as horrified awareness crashed over her features. She tossed her head sideways. Before she could spit my come out, I warned her, “Do it and I’ll tie you to this bed and whip your ass raw with my belt.”

She froze.

I tucked my still semi-hard cock back into my pajamas and went down on my haunches before her.

She kept her head averted.

I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. With the pad of my thumb, I swept a drop of come from the corner of her lips, forcing it between them, into her mouth. I leaned in close. “A deal is a deal, la mia piccola gattina selvaggia. Now be a good girl and suck on my thumb as you swallow my come.”

She tried to close her eyes.

“Eyes on me,” I barked out.

Her eyes sprang open, tears welling in them. The pressure of her lips and tongue against my thumb as she swallowed my come felt incredible.

There was no denying the sick satisfaction I felt at knowing my seed was now deep inside her belly. That the taste of me was on her tongue.

“If I reached between your thighs, I think we both know what I’d find.”

A bright flush crept over her neck and cheeks.

I would not push her. We both knew I had won.

I kissed her on the forehead before rising.

She stayed on her knees, head bowed.

“Bathroom’s across the hall. Why don’t you take a nice, long, hot bath while I make us something to eat?”

She remained silent.

Unable to resist, I reached out and stroked the silky mink curls on her bowed head.

One week.

I only had one week to convince her to be mine of her own volition.

If I failed, God help us both.

Because she wasn’t the only one who'd been lying earlier.

I had no intention of letting her go.

CHAPTER 11

MILANA

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