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SIXTEEN
GIANCARLO
Was it really a fantasyif I knew one day Becca would be Anthony’s wife? What a sizzling ache I would feel watching her cross a room on his arm wishing he’d give me the signal to take her to a dark hallway or my limo and punish her.
With my cock.
Becca’s threat this morning had my brain in a whirl because she wanted to take down my father. Which would also take me down.
Despite my father still looking like a giant on the outside, his mind was scrambled with grief. My older brother Salvatore was still missing, and his commanders wouldn’t even tell us where he’d been sent last. Sal was weeks away from his tour being over. He was coming home to work for my father. Then I would enlist. Something I’d wanted all along. To serve.
Now, I’d never get my chance to be a hero and my brother was probably dead. My father was going insane. And there was a signed agreement to produce a date rape drug with his signature on it. A contract he’d made with a huge investment that, if canceled, might put my family out of business.
Rebecca’s exact terms.
What a choice.
I considered not showing up tonight too, rage still humming under my skin. If anyone else had flashed the same kind of evidence, making those types of threats against my family, that person would be in a body bag. I would have that person in the trunk of a car tied to cement blocks within the hour.
Beccathreatening us put us all in unchartered territory. Anthony looked enraged yesterday, but at the end of the game, he wanted Becca as his wife. I shuddered, wondering if he would just kidnap her. Keep her in his safe house and fuck her into submission. Only, he didn’t want a wife chained to a wall. He wanted to parade Rebecca Domenico around town. Show how he’d won.
Hmmm.
Their marriage would have been completely symbolic. The victory lap he’d take every night with her would show that he and his father had the chops to convince Giovanni the Messinas were worthy of a family alliance masquerading as a partnership.
It’d been gut wrenching to watch how this killed Bastien. Becca too.
Yet, I had her on her knees. Did I love her too?
I refused to give in to those feelings because they were pointless. Regardless of who she eventually married, she proved herself to be devious in ways I never expected. Which infuriated me because she risked getting herself killed.
Then where would I be?
Bastien, Anthony, and I agreed to keep her threat to ourselves until we figured out what to do about it. We couldn’t tell our fathers, mine and Bastien’s would have a hit out on her without a second thought. Anthony’s father might not put a hit on her because he still wanted the Domenico alliance. He’d use other methods to punish her. Hence, my idea for tonight’s play time.
“I’m glad you’re here.” I kept my eyes focused sharply on hers.
“Me too.”
“Good girl.” I leaned into her lips, watching her eyes light up. I refused to kiss her because I could tease her with my cock and keep my heart in check, but if I touched her lips to mine, I’d be done. In love, for sure. And heartbroken, like Bastien. “I told you, good girls get rewards. You’re gonna come so hard later, I promise you.”
We just breathed in rapid beats together, our eyes saying the words that couldn’t come out of our mouths.
Me: What the fuck are you doing, Becca?
Her: Help me, Gian.
“Upstairs now,” came out huskier than the real me as I slipped into my role.
People got out of my way as I dragged her to the elevator. The respect I got here was fucking intoxicating, and Becca threatened that. Threatened the lifestyle we had all grown accustomed to.
The stares we got were different tonight. Like they already knew I was in trouble. And I was punishing her. I pushed away who I was to get into the role I created in my head. It left me to wonder if Becca were to marry Anthony, would she dare step out on him and be with me? Or would Anthony let me have her? My guess was no to both.
Until then...
*
I PUSHED BECCA UP AGAINSTthe back of my bedroom door, face first. Roughly. That’s who I was at the core of all my roles. A man who took control of women and then fucked them into submission. A man I certainly wasn’t in real life. Becca responded to this brutal side of me with a wet, aching pussy. Ironic because I’d bet my life that Anthony would treat her with the same ruthlessness. He didn’t love her, didn’t want to marry her, he had to. His bedroom activities with her would be so severe she wouldn’t like it.
“Your husband said you need to be punished, so he gave you to me. You’re mine.” In my mind, I was talking about Anthony. “Mine to use and discipline.”
“Stop it.” She struggled, the defiance striking a nerve in me to go harder on her. “My husband doesn’t own me.”
“Right. I do. I own you. And I will take you. And you know what?” I breathed against the back of her neck, feeling her shiver. “You’re gonna beg me for it first, I promise you.”
“Never.”
“This.” I grabbed her breasts over the fabric of her demure dress. “Mine. Show me.” With a hard shove, I pulled her around so she faced me. “Strip!”
Becca’s cheek twitched after staring into my eyes. No, the Giancarlo you know is gone, honey. Now I was the man who wanted to punish and fuck my boss’s wife.
“You’re an animal.”
“Ha,” I scoffed. “You’re right. And I’m gonna fuck you like one. Now.” I gripped the collar of her dress so hard I heard something tear. She wore these damn matronly frocks each time to enhance the metamorphosis of who she became with me. A wanton slut, hungry for my cock. “Remove this, or I will just rip it off you and you’ll have to leave here in shreds.”
“Then everyone will know what you did to me,” she whimpered, pretending to be afraid, knowing I liked her that way.
God, we’d gotten to know each other so well here.
“Sweetheart, they already know. Everyone downstairs knows your husband gave you to me. That I own you.” I pushed her, my cock growing hard. “I’m only gonna ask you one more time. Take that fucking dress off. Or I will.”
Becca stood frozen, but only for another moment. Her hands came around and unzipped the back of her dress. A blush ran across her cheeks, but not from lust. Shame.
We were playing a game, and she knew that. But had she sunk into the role, yet? I wasn’t sure.
Under the dress, she wore a strapless black lace bra and matching thong. Roughly, she slipped off her shoes, tossing one. But held the other, the gold tip stiletto firm in her grip as her eyes went icy, piercing mine.
That ratcheted up my heart rate and my cock throbbed at her silent challenge. Setting my shoulders back, I walked toward her, smooth as a panther. When she drew her hand back, like she wouldn’t give me the shoe or planned to gouge me with it, I sent her a warning look.
I didn’t have Anthony’s jet-black hair, or Bastien’s height, and being half Irish, my reddish-blond hair and green eyes threw people off, not expecting me to be a vicious crime boss. My brother got the darker complexion, but I had one hell of a glare that poured terror into people’s hearts who dared to make me glance at them in the first place.
Becca brought her hand back slowly and let the shoe drop in my palm.
“Good girl.” I kissed her hand. “Pick the other one up.”
“Pick it up yourself,” she said, a coarse, defiant smile on her lips.
I flung the one shoe so hard I may have nicked the plaster. Squeezing her shoulder, I said, “Pick. It. Up. Or you don’t get to leave with it.”
“Fuck you,” she ground out.
Her tone shook me, and I brought my lips to her ears. On a quivering breath, I said, “You remember your safeword, right, Becca?”
“Warwick,” she whispered.
I stilled, wishing she’d beg me to bring her to my penthouse. I didn’t know what I was thinking when I chose that word because surely, she’d never want me outside the confines of this role-playing game.
That made my temper rise, so I pushed her to the ground and yanked on her hair. “Give me the shoe. Please.”
“Here.” She handed it to me.
With the heel in my grasp, I helped her up and kissed her hand. An overwhelming urge to kiss her mouth hit me again. But my lips on her wrist with my eyes penetrating her, said the words I couldn’t.
Smoothly, I crossed the room to find the other shoe and set them by the door. Looking back at her, I lost control. The longing in her eyes told me how much she wanted me, even though I acted like a monster. I hiked over and fisted the front of her bra. With terrorizing strength, I yanked it off, the clasps in the back no match for my fury.
Becca yelped. No doubt the bra had dug into her flesh before shredding. But she had her chance to undress. Without hearing her safeword, I knew she was playing too. The more she defied me, the more my cock brutalizing her would get her off.
Next, I ripped the panties off and she stood there nude.
I had to brace myself facing the image. Rebecca Domenico naked perfected the idea of heaven for me. My eyes zeroed in on her breasts, full yet perky. Her hard nipples gave me the go ahead. She was turned on. Lowering my eyes down her long torso, I found that gorgeous pussy, waxed with a heart-shaped patch of dark brown hair right above her clit. The vision choked me up.
The woman wanted to be loved. I could...
I shook that thought away as I pressed my body against hers. “Arms. Around me. Now.”
The way she did so crushed me. I breathed in her skin, vanilla and lime. Then my lips and tongue slid down her neck as my hands closed around her breasts. I thumbed at her nipples. “You fucking want me, don’t you?”
“No.”
“Ha. You’re wet, aren’t you?”
“I hate you.”
