Page 49 of The Mafia's Property

I was confused for a second. He thinks I killed Zoe? Was this some sort of reverse mind trick? “Where did you get that ludicrous idea?”

“Did you do it to get her boyfriend? Were you jealous of her? After all, she was making more money than you and didn’t need to take off her clothes to do it.”

“If you think you’re going to put the murder of a woman you clearly killed on the only person who cared for her, you are insane.”

His lips twitched upwards. “This is interesting. You think I killed your friend?”

“If not you or Nico, then who else?”

“Is that why you were stealing the jewel? To get back at us? Because let’s face it, the two of you don’t need that thing and have no way of selling it without getting caught or putting heat on yourselves.”

He caught me. The reverse psychology worked, and he didn’t even have to work all that hard.

“Cat got your tongue? Did Volkov send you? Is that who you’re working for?”

I remained silent. I had no idea who this Volkov is, but if he wanted the jewel, then he must be the guy Derreck kept referring to. I didn’t want to answer in the affirmative. For all I know, Volkov was some dangerous criminal and any association with him would be a death sentence at the same time, I had no idea if I was working for Volkov.

“Fine. Here’s a simple one. Where’s Derreck?”

They hadn’t found him. This means that Derreck either skipped town or he’s gone to Volkov. Good for you, I thought. Run as far as you can and don’t look back. Rico raised his brow at my continued silence. I’m not going to tell him shit.

He got up from his chair and went out of the room. My heart hammered against my chest as I watched the door, wondering when he’s going to come back and if he was coming back at all. They could leave me in this place, wherever I was, until I wasted to death. I didn’t have to wait for too long. A few minutes later, he came back holding a riding crop.

I sat up straight as my gaze trailed his movements. He went back into his chair, sat down, and placed the crop across his legs. “Torture? Is that what you think is going to intimidate me?”

He bent his head to the side. “You think I’m going to use this to beat you into telling me the truth?” He lifted the whip into the air and cracked it. I flinched. “I have other uses for it in mind. And since you refused to play ball, why waste my time? It’s better I make use of you. We’re going to be on this island for a while and things are going to get boring. I’m going to need a good working property to make it bearable. Make no mistake,” he cracked the whip again, “I’m going to use you until you’re worth nothing. To stop me, all you have to do is tell the truth. Confess everything and I will even end your contract with us. Give you your outstanding allowance if I’m feeling generous. But if you choose to be stubborn…” he cracked the whip again. I flinched. “What’s it going to be? Do you want to confess? Tell me where your conspirator is? Utter one truthful word? No?” He shrugged and got up from the chair. He came over to the bed and tugged my legs down. I slid into a sleeping position with my face staring upward. He opened my legs wide. The little sundress I had on rode up, exposing my pussy to him. He took in a sharp breath. I glanced down. His gaze was glued to my center. His glare was simmering and arousing so much so that I gushed without meaning to. I squirmed forward, and he galvanized into action, stopping my leg before I kicked him in the face. I wasn’t going to let him tie down my legs. Or at least that’s what I thought he was doing, but he held down my legs and waited for me to expend my energy into thrashing about in futility.

“Are you done?” he asked breathlessly.

“I’m not going to let you do whatever you want to do to me.”

“You gave up the right to protest when you signed the contract.” I thrashed again, but this time, the grip on my legs was much firmer. And then, in one sudden move, he was lying on top of me, his cock nestled right between my pussy. He raised his body a few inches above me and braced himself with his hands on either sides of my arms “If you continue like this I’m going to take even more drastic measures. You have no idea how much of myself I am pulling back. I will unleash the monster.”

His sweet breath fanned my cheeks as we spoke. Instead of being scared, his words inflamed me. I raised my cheek and stared him into his deep, dark eyes. “Do your worst.” He lowered his body and thrust forward, mimicking an act we had done only once before, but I had been yearning to do again.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.” The coldness in his tone was slowly dissipating. His voice sounded almost soft and his gaze was on my lips. As if I wanted to taunt him more and more, I poked the bear. “You were barely memorable. I’ve already forgotten you.”

His eyes flared, and he thrust forward again. I moaned when his crotch rubbed against my pussy. He leaned down as if about to kiss me, then he paused. He looked… conflicted. Was he doing something he wasn’t supposed to do? “I wonder what Nico will say when he comes in and sees you and me all cozy and neat like this.” He grabbed my hands and pushed them down into the pillow. “Does he know what you did? What we did.”

“He doesn’t and he’ll never know. And besides, he’ll never believe you.”

Rico suddenly got up. “You don’t have the power you think you possess.”

He took the riding crop again and placed it under his arm. I thought he was about to leave when he ripped my dress in two. Instead of being shocked or scared, I was fucking aroused. Electric shocks ran up and down my body as he gazed down at me. Instead of being embarrassed, I wanted him to see more of me and I had to resist the temptation to open up my legs. He did the same with my bra, snapping it off my body and tossing the torn pieces to the side. I swallowed a gasp and watched him as he drew out the riding crop and dangled it on my chest.

Instead of the usual leather lap at the end, this one had little leather tendrils in the shape of a rose. He brushed the end of my nipples. I arched my back without meaning to as my nipples rose to attention, eager to engage with the oncoming assault. Rico smirked at my reaction. He didn’t crack the whip like I thought he would, like I expected him to, like I wanted him to. However, he dragged the whip down my chest, past my stomach, past my navel, generating little pulses that drove me slowly insane. What was he doing? I thought he had tied me up with the intention of brutally assaulting me, but here he was, playing with me. Or maybe he was like a cat playing with its prey. Maybe—

I screamed as he whipped my pussy. Not from the pain, but from the pleasure I felt from it. He wasn’t too rough, I noticed, but that didn’t mean I had to enjoy it. I did, however, and eagerly waited for the crop to come down again. It didn’t he dangled it against my pussy and I pushed my hips as forward as I could in restraints.

“You’re way too eager for this. Of course you want it,” he said before dropping the crop down against my pussy. Was he punishing me or playing me? If he was trying to punish me, he was doing a horrific job at it. I looked up at him to see if he was going to whip me again. He did, and I received it with more eagerness than before. My clit singed at the mix of pleasure and pain and pussy gushed as he whipped me a couple more times. I was in some fucked up heaven, where the devil was in control.

After several whips on my pussy, he trailed the whip up to my nipples and struck each one of them, but not before caressing them with the whip. Each time he did this, I reactively arched my back. Partially eager for the pleasure, partially eager for the pain. It was as if Rico had awoken a depraved part of me that wanted to be punished.

“You’re pathetic,” he said as he stroked my right nipple. “You crave punishment. I should have known earlier you were like this,” he said. I mewled and closed my eyes as I let him play with me. I was taut with unexpended arousal and wanted something, anything, inside me. When I opened my eyes, my gaze went to his crotch and what do you know, his pants were tented. A hard cock was straining to get out.

“Please,” I moaned.

“Please what?” he replied. His voice hoarse. He was not as unaffected as he was pretending to be.

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