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I clenched my jaw, fighting the tension that was already bubbling up in my chest. “He doesn’t fight here again,capisce?” I said plainly.

He stared at me for a fraction of a second, his money-hungry eyes always searching for the biggest buck. When keeping his ass alive won out, he nodded. “Whatever you say,SignorLuciano.”

I headed for the locker room and grabbed my phone from my locker.

“We need to have eyes on Charlotte,” I said to Deo the moment he answered his phone.

Something jangled. “I’ll be back in a moment,perla,” Deo said to someone nearby him—Heidi, if I had to guess.

“That’s one way to keep her from disappearing,fratello,”he said, speaking into the phone now, “but I liked your other suggestion more.”

I had a feeling I knew what that jangling sound had been.

“She’s got something to do with the cartel—I don’t know which one yet,” I explained.

“Cazzo!”he cursed. “Your woman is a handful; I’ll give you that.”

A handful. A cock tease. A tempest. And the most intriguing puzzle I’d ever met.

Goddamn her.

Chapter Nine

Cielo Luciano

Hot water pummeled my shoulders as I stood in my hotel suite’s shower, forearm braced against the wall, and my hand wrapped around my cock.

As I stroked hard and slow, an image of Charlotte flashed behind my eyes.

She’d followed me from the club like a ghost and teased me while I slept. Taunted me from the corners of my mind every moment of the day while I worked. And here she was still.

But here, she wasn’t teasing me with her hard nipples pressed against my chest or her plump lips parted on a quiet gasp.

Here, behind my eyes, she was naked, tied to a spanking bench.

I walk around her slowly, taking in the long, toned lines of her body and the way her back rises and falls with each heavy anticipation-laden breath.

I take my time; I’m in no hurry.

I have all the time in the world to take what I want, to wring every drop of pleasure from her.

I graze my fingers down her spine, from the nape of her neck to her tailbone. She’s soft as silk until goose bumps raise across her flesh.

“What are you going to do?” she asks, her voice smooth, but I can hear the quaver hidden in it.

She’s given herself to me, but now that she’s trapped, she’s reconsidering. They never reconsider, but of course, she does. She wouldn’t be my tempest if she didn’t fight me.

“I’m going to pleasure you,tempesta. And hurt you. But you’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”

She doesn’t answer me. With her cheek pressed against the bench, she glares up at me, her silver gaze filled with anger and lust.

My cock jerked in my hand. Those eyes were like a drug, piercing silver, almost animallike. I gripped my shaft harder and twisted my wrist as I pumped. The air in the bathroom had grown thick and heavy with the shower’s steam, making my lungs work harder to draw it in. As I breathed in deep, I swear I could smell the honeyed musk scent of her arousal in the steam.

She writhes on the bench as I tease her anus with the tip of a lubricated butt plug. Her muscles clamp down, fighting me. Always fighting me. But she can’t win here.

I slide a finger along her wet slit, all the way up to her clit, teasing in slow circles at first, around and around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

A quiet moan slips from her plump lips as her muscles begin to relax, and I increase my pace, circling faster until her moans grow louder.

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