Page 105 of Savage Ambition

“You say that, but you’re fucking the floor with the desperation of a horny teenager about to come in his pants.”

His breathing turned shallow, his movements erratic.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Give in to what you really want. Come for me, Jace. I want you to come while thinking about me.”

Jace’s entire body tensed beneath me, a choked cry escaping his throat as he shuddered through his climax, hips jerking helplessly against the floor.

“There it is,” I crooned. “Feel how hard you’re coming. All because of me. All because deep down, I’m what you’ve always wanted and can never have.”

His orgasm continued to rack through him, each spasm a victory I savored. Tremors rippled beneath me as he rode out the waves of unwanted pleasure.

I kept taunting him. “Your cock is pulsing right now, isn’t it? Pumping out cum because of the man you hate. What would your bigoted father say if he could see you now?”

A broken sob escaped him as the last throes of his climax subsided, leaving him trembling beneath me.

“You’ll never forget this,” I continued. “Every time you see me, you’ll remember how I made you come without even trying. How your body betrayed every hateful word you’ve ever said about me.”

Jace lay motionless except for the occasional aftershock that coursed through him. I relished knowing he was suffering from the wet spot spreading across his pants as unmistakable evidence of his humiliation.

“Nothing to say now?” I taunted. “No threats? No insults? Wow, it’s amazing how quiet you get after you come.”

“Get off me,” he finally managed.

Rather than obeying, I kept twisting the knife deeper. “Should we find out how many times I can make you come while you’re screaming my name instead of threats? We’ve still got time.”

“When I get free, I’ll fucking end you,” he threatened, voice strained from pain.

I laughed, the sound hollow and vicious, carrying the unmistakable edge of Gennaro brutality. “Nothing you could do to me would compare to the hell I’ve already survived. This is your last warning. Don’t interfere with me again, Jace. You will lose.”

He shivered beneath me. Whether it was from fear or residual arousal was up for debate. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be, especially if you continue harassing Shaw.”

“What could you possibly do?” Jace sneered.

“I can hurt you in ways that would make death feel merciful,” I promised, my voice dropping to the clinical tone I’d learned from Salvatore interrogating his enemies. “There’s a reason my last name is Gennaro. You’d do well to remember that. Our family doesn’t tolerate threats to what belongs to them. I’ll make you disappear so completely your sister would forget you ever existed.”

The door to my suite swung open. Two of Salvatore’s enforcers entered, their faces expressionless.

I released Jace and rose to my feet, not bothering to cover myself. “It took you long enough.”

Both men bowed low. “Forgive us, President Dragon.”

I gestured dismissively toward Jace’s crumpled form. “Get this piece of shit out of my sight. Ensure I’m not troubled by his presence again.”

“Yes, sir.” They hauled Jace to his feet, ignoring his groan of pain as they wrenched his injured arm.

“I won’t forget this,” Jace snarled, his face flushed with humiliation and rage.

“Good,” I replied, my voice dripping with condescension. “Then maybe there’s some hope for you after all.”

I watched with immense satisfaction as they dragged him out. The door closed with a soft click that echoed in the sudden silence. Only then did I allow my shoulders to sag, a dark smile playing on my lips. Maybe now he’d quit being such an asshole to Shaw about his sexuality.

But my reprieve would be short-lived. Salvatore would arrive soon. There would be consequences for my actions, but protecting Shaw was worth whatever punishment awaited me. I wondered if he was downstairs now, waiting to confront Jace.

Before I could pick up the towel I had cast aside earlier, the door opened without warning. Salvatore entered with a menacing air.

Bracing myself for yet another painful encounter, I bowed my head, fighting the urge to tense as he approached. I hated how my naked body betrayed my physical discomfort. I didn’t dare look up at him until I had permission. “Father,” I murmured, my voice a calculated blend of deference without weakness.