Nodding, he opened the door, closing it behind me as I entered the cell. My gaze instantly went to Rita. She was lying on the bed in all her naked glory. Lust rushed through me, causing my cock to twitch. A pungent smell pulled my attention away from her magnificent body. I looked down at Camila, who was sitting on the chair by the door, the chain around her waist keeping her in place. I wrinkled my nose, realizing she’d pissed herself. “You disgusting, puttana,” I said.
She straightened, her expression angry. “I didn’t have a choice; you refused to release me.”
“I should make you lick it up.”
She blanched.
“But I won’t.” I banged on the door.
The guard opened it. “Yes, Don?”
“Bring a couple buckets of water, and make sure they’re freezing cold.”
He nodded and closed the door, the sound of his footsteps receding.
Disgusted with Camila, I headed for Rita. “You have been restrained longer, yet you haven’t pissed yourself. Do you need to go?”
She nodded.
I stopped just outside of her reach. “I will release you when the guard returns, and if you don’t attack me, I will go gently on you and Camila.” I stepped closer, running a hand over her right breast. “Do you like that? And don’t lie; I want no more lies between us.”
She brushed my hand away. “I don’t like it; it makes me uncomfortable.”
“Because Camila is watching?”
“No, because of you.”
“Why are you embarrassed in front of me?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe because I arouse you?”
“I suppose.”
I smiled. “You finally admit it.”
She frowned. “You will continue to use Camila against me, so I might as well get it over and done with.”
“It’s far from over,” I said, very pleased with her words. “Now, I want you to let me fuck you willingly.”
She dropped her gaze, not answering me. I moved my hand to her other breast, tweaking the nipple. She gasped, her expression more aroused than annoyed.
“Frano,” Camila called out.
“What?”
“I want to talk to you about a deal.”
I glanced over my shoulder. She was staring at me with one of her determined looks, something I’d seen many times during our relationship.
“Keep quiet, puttana” I said, “or I will punish you.”
“This is for your benefit as much as mine.”
“I’m sure that’s a matter of opinion.” Returning my attention to Rita, I knelt down in front of her. “I’m going to suck on your breasts now.”
Her eyes shot to me. Her pupils were dilated, telling me she wanted it as badly as I did, the woman’s body betraying her. I leaned forward and latched onto one of her breasts with my mouth. Rita let out another breathless gasp, this one heated with arousal. I could see her right hand fluttering. She was probably contemplating hitting me, but instead she latched onto my hair, gripping onto it forcefully.
“This is more important than sex,” Camila said.
Ignoring her, I dipped under my robe to take a hold of my cock, Rita’s surprising compliance something I was going to take full advantage of.
“Just tell me one thing,” Camila said, “then you can punish me all you like afterwards.”
Willing the woman to shut up, I continued sucking on Rita’s breast while stroking my cock.
“Please, Frano,” Camila persisted.
Pissed off, I pulled away from Rita and yelled at Camila: “What?!”
“Did my father and brother really die from heart attacks?”
“Your father did,” I said, not caring that she knew the truth, “but your brother was poisoned.”
Her hand shot to her mouth, the pain in her eyes clear.
I breathed out, now remorseful for being so snappy, her anguish hitting close to home. “I’m sorry for your pain. Losing a brother is...” shattering. I paused, getting myself under control. “If it makes you feel some sense of comfort I was told Lucky died quickly. My sister-in-law tried to poison my brother, but your brother instead took the drink. Again, I am sorry for the pain it has caused you. Considering what I’ve done to you, that may seem strange, but I truly mean it,” and I did. I hated her brother, but I understood her grief.
“Grazie,” she sobbed. “I’m just grateful it wasn’t you.”
The sound of the guard entering caught my attention. I rose to my feet. “Clean her,” I said, pointing to Camila. I now regretted asking for the ice cold water, her grief affecting me. I wouldn’t punish her for speaking without permission; she didn’t deserve it in this instance.
The guard poured the water over her lower half. She shot up out of the chair, the cold making her shriek. She wrapped her arms around herself and started moving on the spot.
The guard picked up the next bucket.
“No, stop,” I said, “That’s enough, let her be.”
The guard nodded, placing the bucket on the floor.
I walked over to him, extending my hand. “Give me the key to unlock Rita’s chains.”
He fished in his pocket, then handed it to me.
I glanced at Camila, wanting to make a concession. “Get some towels,” I said to the guard. “Dry her, then tie her to the bed so she can have a rest. Just make sure you don’t take any liberties or you will be punished.”
“Understood, Don.” The guard left the room to fetch the towels, closing the door behind him.
Camila sat back down on the chair, her waist chain jingling. Her eyes were filled with tears, making her appear vulnerable, not something I’d seen often. Even when I’d left her she hadn’t cried ... well, not in front of me, which was probably because she had been too busy attacking me, the woman crazy.
The door opened, the guard returning with the towels. Taking one, I walked over to Rita and leaned close to her ear. “I’m going to unlock you so you can relieve yourself, but be assured the guard is armed and won’t hesitate to shoot if you attack me.” I pulled away. “I will also allow you to have a bath. Shall I assume that you won’t cause any trouble?”
She nodded her acceptance.
“Buono.” I unlocked her chains and handed her the towel, then stepped back, curious to see what she would do. She pushed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I waited a few moments before following her inside. She was kneeling by the bathtub, filling it. The memory of what I’d done to her in there came flooding back. I wanted to do it again, making her come against my hand, but I wouldn’t, because I had other plans.
With a flushed face, Rita pushed to her feet, probably also remembering. “You said I was allowed a bath.”
“I know.”
Keeping her eyes focused on me, she leaned over and turned off the tap. “You have a thing for baths, don’t you?”
“I do, and you weren’t given permission to speak.”
She went still, the worried look on her face almost comical.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I won’t punish you or Camila; I actually want to talk to you.”
She breathed out, appearing relieved.
I indicated to the bath. “Looks like it’s ready. You can get in now.”
She climbed in, keeping her eyes on me. I took the bar of soap from the sink and knelt beside the tub, holding it out for her. She stared at it as though it could hurt her.
“Take it,” I said.
She took the soap out of my hand, the rise and fall of her breasts showing her nervousness. She pushed the soap under the water, aiming for her pussy.
“Don’t move,” I said, making her freeze. “You are to only clean where I tell you.” My eyes fell on her tits. “Place the soap on your right nipple.”
She did as she was told, being surprisingly compliant. There was no frown, no gritting of teeth, it was as though she was a willing participant. I didn’t understand the sudden change in her personality or why she was looking at me with unbridled
lust. Oh, I knew she lusted after me, but she usually tried to conceal it. I wondered whether it had something to do with the Donatelli. The thought worried me, making me wonder whether she had been broken.
“Did the Donatelli hurt you?” I asked. “Did they abuse you in any way?”
“No. Though, I fought with Matteo, but I kicked the loser’s ass.”
I let out a laugh, the sound almost startling me. “I would’ve given anything to have seen that.”
She smiled, the expression reminding me of Sophia’s smiles. My heart beat sped up, causing me to forget my initial intentions. Her eyes lowered down my body seductively, the woman biting her lip, looking like she wanted to devour me. She reached out and took a hold of my belt, loosening it, causing my robe to come apart, revealing my cock to her. She licked her lips, instantly making me aware of what the puttana was doing. She was changing tact, trying to seduce me.
“Lean back and start moving the soap on your nipple,” I said, wanting to regain the upper hand.
She did as I ordered, though a bit clumsily, getting her areola as well.
“Only touch the nipple, nothing else,” I said.
She obeyed, but closed her eyes, not something I wanted. Instead, I hungered for her to look at me, to be aware of how much I desired her and for her to act on it. I’d made the mistake of forcing her to have sex before, the role of slave trainer foreign to me. I may have watched the trainers on the rare occasion, but I didn’t usually partake in the training, and that one time I had allowed Alberto to rape Honey was an attempt be like my father, to continue his tradition, but instead it had blown up in my face. It was one of the many things that had led to Alberto’s sickness. I had allowed him to think of people as objects, which in this business they were—yet another reason why I wanted out of it. My brother died because of our lifestyle, and I was going to stop it from fucking the rest of my family’s lives up. In a year or two, I wanted to be completely finished with the business. That was it, I’d had enough.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I said. “I need you to see me, not to pretend I’m not here.”
She opened her eyes, looking directly into mine.
I slipped my robe off. “I’m just flesh and blood like you, bella. I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me, and I also won’t touch you unless you touch me.”
She frowned, looking as though she thought I was trying to trick her.
“Lather up your breasts,” I said.
She did as she was told, the white of the soap against her skin making them look even more inviting. I wanted to soap them myself, although it was better this way, because the tease was making my hard cock even more excited.
“Massage your breasts and make sure to clean underneath them.”
She did as instructed.
“Now, move the soap down your stomach.” I breathed out, watching the soap dip underneath the water, so close to her prickly pussy. I smiled, wondering whether I should shave her again. No, I wanted to see the red grow once more, her coloring exactly like Sophia’s. “Lift your pussy out of the water and soap it up.”
She raised her lower half, her stomach muscles tightening in response, showing more of her faint washboard. I had never seen a woman as muscular, yet still feminine. It fascinated me, her strength enthralling me, and to control such a strong creature was even more thrilling. Now I understood how the other trainers felt—no, how Christo felt, since he also loved controlling physically strong women.
My gaze moved to Rita’s face. Her eyes were fixated on me, the woman highly aroused.
I extended my hand. “Give me the soap.”
She passed it to me.
“Rinse your breasts with water.”
She lowered herself.
“No, keep your ass raised while you rinse yourself.”
She raised it once more and started rinsing her breasts, making them shiny and all the more inviting.
“Lower your bottom half and arch your back.”
She looked as though she was going to say no, then she did it. I leaned over her breasts, my tongue a lick away.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me without permission,” she said.
“And I won’t.” I blew on her nipple, making her shiver. “You have beautiful nipples. I would like to lick and suck on them, to roll them around mouth and nibble on them.” I looked into her eyes, her pupils so big. “Would you allow me the honor to do that?”
She stared back, not answering.
I moved my face close to hers. “I would also like to kiss you, to taste your lips.”
She focused on my lips. I angled them so I was a whisper away from kissing her, just my breath caressing her flesh.
I closed my eyes. “You can either hurt me or kiss me, it’s your—”
Before I could finish the sentence, her lips came crashing down on mine. She grabbed my head and dug her nails in as she devoured my mouth. I kissed her back, ignoring the pain; just reveling in her finally succumbing to me. After several seconds, she released me and pushed my head away. I moved back, assuming she had changed her mind. Instead, she leaped out of the bath and shoved me onto the bathroom floor, climbing onto me. She started kissing me all over my face and neck as though I was a long lost lover. I didn’t understand it, but it made me feel fucking great.
Her hands moved down my body, caressing it as if she couldn’t get enough of me. Continuing to kiss me, she grabbed my cock and pushed it inside of her, making me groan. She sat up and slowly started riding my cock, while staring down at me with heated desire. I watched her expressions, the woman looking so much like Sophia, making me imagine that she was my old lover.
She leaned down and kissed me. “Cuore mio, anima mia, vita mia,” she whispered against my lips.
I went still, startled by what she’d said. Sophia had spoken those words while making love to me. Rita continued to kiss me, again murmuring that I was her heart, her soul, her life. I snapped out of my shock and jerked my head to the side. “Why did you say that?” I asked.
She pulled back, her eyes roaming over my face. “Because it’s true.”
“I don’t believe you. Who told you those words? Was it Jagger?” I asked, wondering whether Sophia had said it to him as well. The thought hurt.
Rita shook her head, then leaned down, attempting to kiss me again.
I jerked my head to the side and rolled her onto her back, laying my body over hers. “You don’t just tell me I’m your heart, your soul, your life, and then refuse to answer me. I’m your master, not your lover, so tell me this instant why you would say such a thing.”
“Because I’m—”
A shot rang out. Someone hollered in pain, making me freeze, my brain still caught up with Rita. Then another shot sounded, snapping me out of my stasis. Pushing off Rita, I jumped to my feet and opened the door. The guard was lying on the floor, looking dead, while an unchained Camila was slamming the cell door shut, screaming that we were being attacked.
I ran for the door and leaned my back against it just as a bang thudded on the other side, almost shunting me forward. Gritting my teeth, I put my full weight behind the door, slamming it shut. A voice called out from the other side: “Don! What’s happening?!” Then I felt it—a gun to my temple.
“Tell him to back off, Frano,” Camila said.
I glanced to my left, taken aback by the gun in Camila’s hand.
“Tell him to back off or I’ll shoot you!” she yelled, prodding me harder.
“Stop trying to get inside or I’ll be shot,” I called out to the guard.
The banging stopped.
“Good boy,” Camila said, “and now I’ve shown you how easily I’ve disarmed a guard and taken control off you; you will show me some respect.”
“So, this is about me respecting you?” I said, staring at her in disbelief.
“Partially. You shouldn’t have turned down my proposal; it would’ve saved our families from clashing.”
“I doubt that, the Padre
would’ve still gone after Jagger.”
“Not if I had him killed.”
“You wouldn’t have done that, he’s your uncle.”
“Like you wouldn’t have killed your own brother?”
I gritted my teeth, wanting to lash out at her, but she was correct.
“Get on the bed!” Camila yelled at Rita, jolting me. Rita had crept forward, the woman stealthy.
Rita backed up and sat down. Camila grabbed my cock, making me inhale sharply, the troya no doubt doing it because of Rita.
“You will get gunned down if you try to leave with me,” I said.
“I’m not doing this to escape. Like all men, you are pigheaded, unwilling to listen to a woman. Well, I’m forcing you now.”
“You shot my guard so I would listen?”
“You wouldn’t before, and now you are. Also, I hate the Santini, so killing the guard was a bonus.”
“He wasn’t of their blood, he was an employee.”
“He’s still from their keep; therefore he’s Santini in my eyes, like those bastards who took my sisters. He also tried to take advantage of me, allowing himself to get distracted. He paid for it.”
“Understood, but in regards to your sisters: it’s war, and the Santini needed payment. They wanted your sisters, so they got them.”
“My sisters are not payment!”
“What can you do about it? They belong to the Santini now and if you kill me, you will end up in an unmarked grave.”
“I know that, so shut up and listen for once.” She breathed out, looking frustrated. “I want to prove I’m a better choice for you than that useless FBI agent. Keep her as a slave, fuck her now and again, but don’t waste your time on someone who cannot help you in the real world. Marrying me will unite two powerful families, making us invincible.”
“Why would I want that, when I hate your famiglia?”
“The ones who are responsible for what happened to you are dead.”
“Like hell they are! Only two have met their fate. Matteo, Nino, and the Padre are still free, and two of those men reaped the most havoc of all. Matteo murdered my father, while the Padre raped and abused Jagger, and almost raped me.”
“I will personally hand you Matteo and the Padre on a plate if you allow the rest of my famiglia to go free.”
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