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My words are the first thing to elicit a response from him – a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth.

A fucking smirk? Apparently I am not nearly as intimidating as I thought I was.

“Unfortunately,piccola pesca,” his words a deep gravelly whisper as his face bends down towards me, “you were sold to the Botticelli’s to pay a debt.”

Continuing to lean forward, his weight presses the knife hard enough against his flesh that a drop of blood pools on the surface of the blade. Unfazed, he continues bending towards my face, the pool of blood now trickling down his neck and staining the collar of his shirt.

Startled at the sight, I decrease my pressure against him. As I do, his hands are on my wrists and my body is abruptly spinning towards the wall. An involuntary grunt comes from my throat when my body is slammed against it.

Renzo is using his grip on my wrists to firmly press my arms into the wall high above my head – high enough that I am still standing on my toes – as he plucks the knife from my hand. Lifting my wrists, stretching my body so painfully hard I am unable to fight back, he bends down until his face is nearly touching mine.

My breaths are loud and my chest is heaving as fear courses my body, worried about what he is going to do to me.

Firmly gripping both of my wrists in one of his hands, he continues to lift, painfully stretching me further. My body tenses when I feel my own blade pressed against my neck.

“You belong to me,” his words a dark whisper, as the tip of the knife slowly drags down my neck. The pressure is not enough to cut through my skin, but it is hard enough to feel as though he is scratching me.

“I was planning to pass you on and put you to work for my family,” his eyes pass over my body, “but I believe I will keep you.”

The tip of the blade continues to trail down my sternum.

“I own you,” his words slow as the blade delicately crosses over the top of my now heaving breast.

What I am feeling…

“I decide what you do,” his lips graze over my cheek while the tip of the blade glides around my breast to my stomach.

It isn’t all fear…

“I tell you when,” the blade leaves my body and I hear it click as it is folded shut.

“And I determine how,” his words a faint whisper as his lips skim my ear, erupting goosebumps on the back of my neck.

He gently presses the knife into the pocket of my shorts, before reaching towards the trickle of blood on his neck. His body firmly presses into mine as he swipes his blood tinged thumb slowly over my lower lip, painting it red.

“You are mine,” he grazes his lips over mine, pressing his firm cock against my hip, causing my pussy to clench. He releases the grip on my wrists and steps back from me, and my eyes travel to his blood-tinged lips.

“I am going to change my shirt,” he says reaching for the door knob, “I expect you waiting in the hallway by the time I am done.”

The door shuts and my fingers are immediately on my parted lips. My heart still racing as I feel for the flutter of his lips while rubbing his blood from me.

I cannot catch my breath or get my heart to stop beating in my throat.

He fucking terrifies me, yet I have never been so turned on and needy in my life.

ChapterEleven

Lorenzo

Closing the door to Ava’s room, I stand in the hallway and stare down at my cock painfully throbbing against my pants.

She fears me, but there is no denying the sweet smell of arousal coming from her body as I pinned her against the wall and drug the knife over her flesh.

Fear and pain arouse her, and that makes me fucking hard as hell for her.

Having spent a good portion of last night deciding what to do with her, I was fully prepared to turn her over to the syndicate this morning. A pretty girl like her, she would probably wind-up serving drinks at one of our casinos – not a terrible life.

Undoing the buttons, I remove my shirt as I walk towards the bathroom. Reaching the mirror, my eyes scan down my neck. It is apparent that the cut on my neck is not deep. The knife barely felt sharp enough to break the skin. Cleaning the area, I notice that it is hardly a scratch and it has already stopped bleeding.

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