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He sucks in a breath. “Are you going to put me back in the basement?”
My fingers stall in his hair. Is that what he thinks this is, a reprieve? A temporary escape from his punishment? Maybe he’s been playing me tonight, pretending he wanted my dick just so he could sleep up here.
But no one fakes an orgasm like the one he just had.
The basement is secure. Impenetrable. But the thought of him down there alone after what happened tonight…
He’s a target. I don’t want him anywhere I can’t reach him in seconds. “Not tonight,” I say. “You’re staying here. With me.”
His brows lift slightly. “In your room?”
“In my bed.” I lean across to grab my phone. It’s been blowing up with texts and calls, but they can all wait until tomorrow. I switch into the security app and check every window, every lock, every camera. The house is a fortress around us, and I have enough firepower stashed away to hold off a small army.
“I need to make sure I can protect you,” I tell him as I toss it back on the nightstand. “And the best way to do that is to keep you close.”
But then I reach out and wrap my hand around his throat. Gently—so gently. Like he’s the most fragile porcelain. I could crush his windpipe without effort, but I hold him just firm enough to remind him who owns him. And just soft enough to remind myself that he’s priceless.
The last direct Clemenza heir.
“If you think that means you’re not still owned…if you think you don’t need to obey me at all times…” I apply the barest pressure. Just enough to feel his pulse flutter against my palm. “Or if you think I won’t have my revenge, golden boy, you’re sorely mistaken.”
He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t test the boundary. He just nods.
“Good boy.”
I let go and slide down beside him under the sheets. His breathing’s uneven, but not scared. Not anymore. Just alert.
I pull him close and feel him settle against my side.
This definitely wasn’t the plan. He was supposed to be my trophy. My victory over everything his Family represented. My gift to my father’s ghost.
Now I’m bleeding for him. Letting him sleep in my bed. Giving him orgasms that blow his fucking mind, keeping him warm and fed and wrapped up in soft cotton sheets like he’s the final piece of a collection instead of the final piece of my revenge.
Well…I waited twenty-one years for it.
I can wait a little longer.
CHAPTER 24
CALIGULA
I wake to weight.
A thick arm sprawls over my ribs like a steel beam. A furnace presses tight to my back. And—oh—a baseball bat seems to be nestled up against my ass.
Damiano’s cock.
He’s still asleep, breath slow and steady against my neck. His morning erection grinds lazily into the curve of me with every exhale, like his body already decided what it wants before his brain’s online.
I wriggle back just enough to feel the friction, to imagine what it would be like if he woke up and?—
Then I remember myself. Rememberhim.
His voice, cruel and mocking.Told you you’d be begging for my cock one day.
It was bad enough that he said that. Worse that he proceeded to wring an orgasm out of me I didn’t even know my body could provide. Not that intense. Not thatdeep.
I can’t even pretend that last night was part of some master plan of mine. I just feltgrateful, and then a few seconds later, I was…
