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“It can’t be anything in front of my Papa or anything else that will degrade or embarrass me. You’ve done enough of that over my life,” I said.

“I wouldn’t anyway, but I promise.”

What he said should’ve terrified me. I could only imagine what he had planned, and I was sure there were already a hundred more ideas than the ones he mentioned, but I couldn’t seem to say no.

“Yes, I consent.” I heard myself say. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Excellent. Then get on all fours and put your face on the mattress.” He let go of my arms, and I turned and stumbled onto the bed, every muscle complaining and shaking from the physical exertion.

I whimpered as his hands grabbed my ass, and he once more slipped his cock into my sore pussy. I couldn’t picture him doing this multiple times, but I didn’t open my mouth and say no. This was the most alive I’d ever felt.

Sweat trickled off my body, and tears of joy and pain fell from my eyes as Angelo didn’t hold back. I yelped as his hand smacked my ass. It didn’t hurt, but the shock made me lurch forward. He yanked me back into him and slapped my ass again.

He fisted my hair, and I cried out as he yanked me up so my fingertips touched the bed, and I bowed back, looking at him. “Bad Tiger. Don’t jump away from me.”

I was vaguely aware of Dario sliding under my raised body, and I shivered as I felt his hot tongue swirling on my clit as Angelo fucked me hard. This much pleasure was impossible for the human body. It had to be. My legs spread wider, sinking down until I rested my clit in his mouth.

“Oh no, I can’t come again, oh God, ah,” I screamed as the climax ripped from my body.

“Yeah, come on me good, Tiger. Fuck yeah.” Angelo slammed into me harder. “You ready for me to claim you?”

“Yes,” I yelled. “Claim me, make me yours.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.” Angelo pumped into me one more time, then held still. I could feel him coming, and the sensation caused another small climax. He groaned as he pulled out and pushed in again. “Damn, Tiger. You were worth the wait.”

I had no words left and collapsed on Dario as Angelo pulled from my spent body. “Oh, I hope you don’t think we are finished for the night,” Angelo said as he walked to the small table and picked up the bottle of wine. I couldn’t move my body, but my eyes tracked his movements. He picked up the open bottle and didn’t bother with a glass.

“Now lick my cock off like a good kitty while you rest. I’ll give you fifteen minutes and some water, then I’m taking you again.”

What the hell had I gotten myself into?

Chapter Twelve

JASMINE

FIVE YEARS LATER - PRESENT DAY

I nodded to the guards as I walked down the hall, my feet not making a sound with the soft-soled shoes. I’d learned that I could find out more secrets if I moved around and didn’t have the clicking of heels that the other women in the house wore. My mother passed away when I was sixteen, and my father decided that his duties as Don took up too much time and he needed to ensure positive influences around me. Ever since then, women have followed me around like ladies in waiting. It was more like ladies were annoying if you asked me. I was capable of peeing on my own.

I heard my father laugh, his warm voice cheery, which was rare for him lately. Ever since our family heirloom was stolen, my father had been more guarded with his dealings and protective over me. Sometimes, I really wished I was born a boy or had a brother. Then maybe there wouldn’t be so much put on my shoulders. I would end up ignored like all the other princesses. As long as they were happy and didn’t interfere with their Don’s dealings, they could do whatever they pleased. I was not so lucky.

My father’s office door was open, and the two guards standing on either side didn’t glance at me as I stopped and softly knocked on the wooden frame to announce myself.

“Jasmine, my beautiful daughter. Come in, come in,” my dad said, waving me in. His cheeks were pinked from laughing and what looked like brandy in his glass.

Stepping into the room, I saw the sitting area and smiled at Ciro and his father. Ciro was still my best friend. On the list of things I shouldn’t do, sneaking Ciro into my room was at the top. Our parents thought we would end up doing something. But, it had never been Ciro they needed to worry about. I’d made that mistake with two people who had stolen my heart and then made a fool of me. Ciro had a front-row seat to the fallout of my decisions and had been there to help pick up the pieces of my broken heart.

My father greeted me in the middle of the room and gripped my shoulders as we kissed one another’s cheeks.

“Father, it is good to see you smile,” I said, and he beamed a little brighter.

Ciro winked from behind his father’s back in greeting, but his hazel eyes seemed worried. I had a crush on my best friend at one point, but I realized what I loved about him was the ease with which we spent our time. We loved the same things right down to shopping, bad romcom movies and our lattes with extra cream. I was ten when Ciro admitted that he had a crush on a boy, and it became crystal clear why it felt so easy between us. I’d been keeping his secret for him ever since. I’d gone so far as to feign a date with Ciro as the chaperone when really I was the third wheel and found ways to sneak off, giving them privacy.

I didn’t mind. His parents were very old-fashioned, and Ciro was the only heir in his family. Meaning he must produce a son to take his place one day. To come out to his father, the Don of the Caruso family, the second most powerful family next to the Don of Dons, would mean certain banishment. I wasn’t a huge fan of Bruno Caruso, and the fact that Ciro was scared to talk to him about who he was pissed me off on a whole new level, but it wasn’t my fight. Ciro needed to be the one comfortable with the knowledge being out there.

“Come have a seat. I need to speak to you.” The office door closed, and I realized the four women following me stayed in the hall.

The hair stood on the back of my neck as an unsettled feeling fluttered in my stomach. What was happening that no one other than the five of us could hear? Jacopo, my father’s underboss, stood silently in the corner, failing miserably at being a statue. I didn’t like him any more than I liked Bruno, and despite keeping my feelings about him to myself, I kept my eyes peeled. I was a target, and I knew it. Jacapo had made not so subtle advances toward me more than once but, I quickly shot him down.