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ime Seren, get in" Terzo

s staring daggers at me. I would have been glad if only Terzo had chosen her for tonight's job. Fabio l

I was not good at all. There was nothing good about the evening, especially when Fabio had alre

at him without

tation. "I will be in contact with you, make sure Riccardo speaks but I doubt that motherfucke

den lights glowing against the night sky. My stomach twists

s i

e me, elegant and intimidating. My heels click against the polished floor as

the clink of expensive glassware. A crystal chandelier casts warm light over everyt

clutch bag in my hand. The receptionist, a middle-aged man in a sharp blac

counter, keeping my voice sm

giving me a small nod. Then, without a

se qui

bs. The seconds drag as he speaks in hushed tones. Then, with a small no

ays, his voice p

etween my fingers. My ha

t the marble. The elevator doors gleam ahead of me, my only path

ep b

alls. My own reflection stares back at me-calm, composed. But I can

ece. Then, Terzo's voice, l

ng my voice steady as I murmur

simple reply. "

himes. The doo

th f

ush carpet. The hallway is quiet, but my

end of the hall.

ke soldiers. Riccardo's men. Their eyes

hem see the way my pulse jumps. B

just watch. Their gazes drag over

et them look. Let them

just enough for me to pass. The o

front of the door, my fingers

ckles again, so

er

voice barely above a

uld never care for anyone, he knew the nature of this job yet went on w

rough the lock. The

, I step

uca, a name that makes even the most powerful men tread carefully-sits on the edge of the bed, a s

my hair, the only connection I have to Terzo and his c

tep away. I keep my movements slow, graceful, as if

y recognize-lips painted red, dress hugging my body like a second skin

whisper. My throat

cold."Do whatever he asks, Seren. Buy us time. Fail, and

my panic like a blade. "You know what's at stake." M

south, Riccardo could become Terzo's biggest threat

fix my dress and ste

smirk deepening. "Didn't

oward him. "Why would I?

ng with amusement. "If you

ickens. I

darkens. "Kneel

inside me

he silence, I can still hear Terzo b

fierce looking monster observe me, his fingers caressing my cheek and I instantly felt disgusted by his touch. His

brace them on my thighs. I can feel his gaze,

enough to taste bloo

pe he hears the disgust, the fury, the deep, gut

wo fingers, his smile sharp. "Co

st the cold fear coiling in my gut. But I don't have the

of myself in the mirror. A woman playing a part she never wanted, trapped in a life that's not

e earpiece. I looked up at Riccardo making

" he says forcing my hea

owled, his breath w

s legs, pooling at his feet. He stood before me i

nding. There was no room for hesitation, no space for refusal. His word

ngth thick and heavy. I felt a surge of revulsion, my stomach threatening to rebel. But i

n. My hands trembled as I reached up, my fingers brushing against the hard planes of his thighs, anchoring myself to something solid in the midst of the c

o the world. I felt his length press against my lips, thick and insistent, and my stomac

y spine, a mix of discomfort and arousal I couldn't reconcile. I wanted to scream, to push him away and assert my own agency, but I was trapp

in Riccardo's body, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he leaned against the edge of the nearby table for support. His other ha

ce thick with pleasure. "Do

says with a hint of emotion? I am not sure which one but he made me do it. One moment he

ccardo's moans grew louder, more urgent, and I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at the power I held in this moment-the power to

, to scrub my skin raw until I could no longer feel his touch. But I couldn't. I ha

But I can't forget how mu

is this