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I squat down next to her and trail the edge of the knife along her neck. A bit more pressure, and there would be a lovely red line. “What would you even know?”
She swallows hard, trying to shrink back away from me. “Not much,” she says in a small voice. “I don’t really know Al Ricci. But anything I do know. I already told you I’d help. I don’t want to go back to my father.”
Nothing she says is trustworthy, though. We’ve already seen how easily she lies. There isn’t even proof the man is Ricci, as she claims.
That gives me slight pause. “How do I know your information is good? You’d say anything to get what you want.” I trail the blade farther down, carefully circling one of her nipples.
“Because he’s one of Pavone’s men!” she says, choking on a sob halfway through her words. “And I can’t… God, you don’t even know the half of what he’s done.”
The tears heighten her beauty, and I can’t stop myself from rubbing the corner of her eye. I keep the blade where it is, though, so she doesn’t get any ideas.
“I’m not afraid of Pavone or your father,” I tell her. “I’m going to gut them like fish if I ever meet them.”
“And I want you to,” she says in a hurry. “I really, really hope you get the chance. If he hands me over to Pavone, it’s a death sentence anyway. And I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die.” I stare at her, trying to determine whether she’s telling the truth. The only thing that’s stopped me from starting to cut is that it would bebetterto have her alive to return to Bellini if we want to get what we asked for. “You want to cut me?” she goes on, desperately reaching up to grasp the wrist of my hand that’s holding the knife. “Then cut me. You want me to cry? Make me cry. You want me to beg you to fuck me? I’ll suck your cock and bare my ass for you. But I don’t want todie.”
This is the most sincere she’s sounded since we picked her up at the train station. I push the blade into her skin, just to test her conviction, and my cock jumps at her pained gasp. She closes her eyes and braces for another cut, letting her hand drop away from my wrist, but this time I use my thumb to smear the blood over her breast.
“You don’t know what you’re saying. When I’m done with you, you’ll wish you were dead,” I say, and I love the terrified little sounds she makes. Saint likes ‘em sweet and pliant, Victor wants them ashamed and humiliated, but me? I just want her shaking and afraid, tears streaming down her face and begging for mercy.
“Then do it,” she says. Her tears continue to fall, and her voice wobbles. “Then maybe I’ll beg you to kill me, and you can do what you wanted to do.”
“I’ll do it if I want to anyway,Princess,” I snap at her. “I don’t need your fucking permission.”
Lucia swallows hard, her lips parting like she’s going to speak, but they close again. I rub my thumb over her lips, coating them in blood.
“Lick,” I growl. I squeeze her breast again and watch more blood well up from the wound.
Her lower lip trembles as she brings just the tip of her tongue out to lick the blood away. I can’t help myself. I lean down and kiss her, hard and bruising, my own tongue swiping across her lips as I taste her and her blood all at once. She’s even more tempting like this than she has been the entire time we’ve had her, and it’s only that fact that keeps me from just plunging the knife into her and starting to rip her apart.
I can tear her apart in other ways, though.
I drop the knife and grab her other breast, so hard that I leave visible bruises. She whimpers and squirms, but she can’t evade my touch. The marks I left on her a few days ago are already fading, so I need to add new ones.
Maybe a matching set around her neck, like the collar Victor had put on her. I lay a hand across her throat again and push down. “Take a deep breath, whore,” I say.
The fear in her eyes is intoxicating as she obeys, taking in a long, deep breath and giving me the most pleading look I’ve ever seen from her.
That’s all the warning I give her. I tighten my hold, and I feel her convulse under me, her body already straining for air. She brings her hands up to mine, but her attempts to dislodge me are as futile as ever.
I’m uncomfortably hard, so I reach down to unzip my jeans and pull my cock out. I give myself a few languid strokes while her eyes start to roll up in her head. Only when her arms fall away do I loosen my grasp.
Her face is red as her body sucks in air, as she starts to breathe in quickly. I watch her eyes flicker open, but she looks utterly dazed. The tears in her eyes complete the look, and I dig out my phone to snap a picture and send it to Saint. “She’s not dead,” I text.
Then I put the phone away and consider my options. She’s not in any position to suck me, but when I reach between her legs, I notice she isn’t particularly aroused… yet. I slide off her and push her thighs up.
“I’m going to fuck you, Princess,” I tell her. “You’d better make it good for me.”
She blinks up at me, sluggish, but she manages a nod. At least, I think it’s a nod. It could just be a shudder. Either way, I take it as encouragement.
First I rub her clit, but I get bored of that quickly. I’m too aroused to wait around for her. I finger her cunt for a few seconds, coming back only a little wet, and decide that’s good enough.
It’s much harder to push into her this time than before, but it’s glorious too, all heat and tightness. Nothing at all like when she was Saint’s sloppy seconds, and I can feel every single convulsion. Her slutty cunt grips me tight and draws me in farther.
She’s slowly getting wetter, though whether it’s because of arousal or her body’s natural reaction, I don’t know—and I don’t care. All I know is that it makes it easier for me to get even deeper until I finally bottom out with a groan.
Whimpering, she looks up at me, tears sliding down her cheeks. She doesn’t look like she’s enjoying this, but she’s lucky she’s even still alive, that I’m accepting this instead of demanding her life.
I casually push against her throat again, just as a warning. “You ready, Princess? I’m going to choke you, and you’re going to squeeze up around me, and it’s going to feel so good.”
