Page 35 of Savage Ambition

His fingers wrapped around me. “Yes, you did.”

He stroked me, his eyes watching my face for any flicker of emotion as he tried to get me hard. “Remember when I first showed you how to pleasure a man? How you fought against it until you learned resistance only made things worse?”

I kept my expression blank, letting conditioned arousal take over to protect myself. His hand moved with methodical pressure, targeting the spots he had mapped out years ago.

“Still fighting me after all these years,” he murmured, increasing his pace. “And always losing.”

I retreated to that familiar void inside my mind where sensation existed without emotion.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I raised my gaze to meet his. As much as I hated him turning my body against me, the alternative was worse. The last time I had failed to perform under his touch, he’d brought Raphael into the room and made me watch as he stroked my brother’s hair, praising how beautiful he was becoming.

Once was all it took. I never failed again.

“That’s it,” he purred, his free hand coming up to caress my face. “Your body remembers who it belongs to, even when your mind forgets.”

I hardened in his grip, sickened by the forced physical response.

“It’s been too long since I’ve enjoyed the pleasures of your body,” he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous tone that preceded some of my worst memories. “Perhaps I should remind you what it means to serve the family.”

That threat had always lingered between us, a weapon he kept in reserve to maintain his dominance over me.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I could bend you over right now, make you take me dry until you bleed. Would you cry out in agony? Or would you stay silent the way I taught you?” His hand tightened around my cock as he continued to jerk me off. “Maybe I should invite Santino to watch. He’s always wanted exclusive rights to you. I could let him have you after I’m done so he can mark that pretty skin of yours.”

I stared at a spot on the wall, refusing to react, even as my stomach lurched at the threat.

“Or perhaps I should have you service the entire Sanguinetti family at their next gathering. Imagine how useful you’d be on your knees, mouth open, taking cock after cock while I negotiate territory rights with Umberto. A peace offering of sorts.”

My jaw clenched, but I remained silent.

“No?” He feigned disappointment. “Then how about I bring in your brother to be their new toy? It’s time he learned what his future holds. I could have you show him what he’ll be doing once he turns sixteen if you displease me.”

That was the one line he knew I couldn’t bear to cross. Threats about Raphael had kept me compliant through years of degradation.

“Say something, boy,” he commanded, increasing his pace. “Tell me how much you want it. Beg me to use you as the whore I made you.”

I swallowed my pride and hatred. “Please, Father,” I whispered, every word burning me. “Use me however you wish.”

He radiated cruel satisfaction. “That’s better.” His thumb circled the head of my cock, spreading the wetness there. “Maybe I’ll have you ride me while I make calls to our associates. Let them hear how well I’ve trained you. Or I could indulge Zhao. He’s been asking for another private session with both of us.”

The mention of the Triad boss nauseated me as I remembered the last time he’d visited. I’d spent weeks recovering from the beating he’d given me in search of his pleasure, which had landed me in the hospital with internal bleeding, a few broken bones, and plenty of stitches. His sadism amplified Salvatore’s when they teamed up against me.

“Nothing to say?” Salvatore taunted. “I thought I taught you better manners than that.”

“Thank you for considering me worthy,” I forced out.

He laughed, low and dark. “Still so resistant after all these years. It makes breaking you again and again so much more satisfying.” His strokes became faster, more demanding. “What about your new toy? Shall I show him what happens to pretty boys who catch your eye? I could make you watch while I introduce him to the realities of our business.”

“No,” I said before I could stop myself.

Salvatore’s hand stilled. “No?” His voice was soft, lethal. “Did you just tell me no, boy?”

Panic clawed at my throat at my critical error. “I meant no, that wouldn’t be necessary, Father. He’s merely a client. No one special. He’s not worth your time.”

“Is that so?” His grip tightened painfully, cutting off the dark pleasure he’d inflicted on me against my will. “Then you won’t mind if I sample him myself. I can show him what it means to belong to the Gennaro family.”

The thought of him touching Shaw made something snap inside me. I could feel my mask slipping, the rage I’d suppressed for years threatening to erupt.