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“And you told him,” I said acidly.

“I didn’t have anything to tell him!” she protested. “Gaby just left without saying anything to anyone. I was worried about her!” Her eyes jumped from face to face, looking for sympathy, and landed on Dante. “He said her father was looking for her and that she was in great danger and he only wanted to protect her. I wanted to help!”

In her distress, she started to get up, bringing Dante away from the wall to reseat her. He left his hands on her shoulders. In the past, he’d leaned into it a little, letting his victim feel his strength and power pinning him to the chair, but with Lucy, Dante appeared to just be resting there, even patting her once or twice.

“Did this man give you his name?” Massimo asked.

“Milash, but he didn’t offer a last name.”

We already knew Milash Kotnik worked exclusively for Gaby’s birth father, Dimitri Peskov.

“I was trying to help,” she said in a small voice. “When we talked at the club, she said all sorts of things, about the mob being after her and all this stuff that made it sound like he’d been telling the truth, that she really was in danger. I didn’t know what to do.” She looked up at Dante imploringly and he gave her another pat on the shoulder. “I was trying to help.”

We left her crying as we went back to the meeting room. I wasn’t concerned about leaving Dante with her. While we may threaten to do so from time to time, no one in the Vitale operation would ever torture or kill a woman, but I hoped our resident interrogator was giving her ass a good blistering.

Chapter Fifteen

Gabriella

Voices, smoke and changing light drew me in and out of sleep, but for how long, I had no idea. The warehouse had no windows and time seemed to cease. I grew cramped in the cage but didn’t dare ask to be let out. I believed it was safer in there, tucked out of the way and forgotten.

Images of Tano plagued me, not just images of his many faces, but memories as well. After the schoolgirl and principal scene in his office, he’d carried me upstairs to the shower. Putting me on my knees under the rain head, he’d slowly fed his cock into my mouth. The water couldn’t hide the salty sweetness of his taste, and only added to the velvety smoothness of his hard length. Never had I been so turned on from giving someone else pleasure.

I fell into the memory gratefully, clinging to what might well have been my last moments of happiness and freedom.

Tano gathered my wet hair into one of his fists and used it to guide my mouth, yanking and pulling this way and that. It took a minute for my body to let go and obey the guided commands he issued with an iron fist. But when I did, oh Lord, sweet heaven!

“Gabriella, your mouth is heaven,” he groaned.

My eyes crinkled, amused. If my mouth was heaven, was it hell when I offered a smart remark? I didn’t have the chance to ask. My musings had cost me and I suddenly gagged, pressing on Tano’s legs to escape the brutal deep-throating.

His cock popped out of my mouth as he took a step back. “Naughty girl,” he chided. “You lost focus.”

“Was I that obvious?”

He hoisted me to my feet and spread my legs, bending me forward until my hands pressed on the wall and my bits were on display. Natural lubrication made me slick in a second as he ran a finger along my seam.

“Such a needy girl,” he said huskily.

His finger sank into my ass and got busy lubricating and massaging the tight ring of muscle. My nipples hardened with expectation. Anal sex, thanks to Tano, was now something I craved.

“Yes! Fuck me in that dirty place, Daddy!”

A growl from behind me. Tano lined up his cock with my opening and slid the head in. I thought he would hesitate and give me time to adjust to the invasion, but he just kept pushing in. Pleasure became pain became panic, and I squeezed hard, trying to make him stop.

“Trust me, piccolo peste, I won’t hurt you.”

Only Tano could call me a little brat and make it sound sexy and endearing. I allowed the hot water and steam to overwhelm my senses and relax my muscles as Tano slipped in the rest of the way.

“Good girl,” he crooned.

My pussy clenched at those two words. I loved being his good girl and couldn’t get enough of hearing him say them to me.

Once again grasping my hair in his hand, he held me in place, nipping my neck. “Keep one hand on the wall and with the other, play with your clit.” Releasing my hair, he grasped my hips and fucked me slow and deep.

“Oh, Tano!” His cock massaged my inner walls, my every nerve ending alive and crying out with pleasure.

Fireworks went off, lights bouncing and shooting through me, sending fire down my spine to blossom into a burning heat in my core. Pleasure encased every bone and fiber of my body. My orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave, not just once, but again and again. My toes curled and I keened and cried as my body spasmed and twitched.