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exercise,” I said,
knowing damn well he was still after sex.
    He smiled wide. “You don’t need
clothes for this type of exercise.”
    “ Vaffanculo! ” I yelled, losing my patience
with him.
    “ No, I’m not fucking off; I’m going to be
fucking you.”
    “ Get out of my way before I
scream this house down!”
    “ If you do, I’ll tell Don Landi
you’ve been fucking Jagger instead of Frano.”
    I sneered at him. “It doesn’t matter which
one of them I’m fucking, because I’m still pregnant with a D’Angelo
baby. If Pedro kills me, he’ll be killing a D’Angelo.”
     
    He smiled wide, looking like he’d
one-upped me. “Okay, how about this? If you don’t head back to the
gym and spread your legs for me, I will shoot your lovers, then
place the blame on you and your sister. Pedro thinks your famiglia are the root of all
evil, so he’ll believe me over you any day. After that, you and
your sister will be used by all the soldiers, then shot once we’re
finished filling you with cum.”
    I looked over at the door.
    “ No one’s going to help you,” he
said, “so make a decision: all of you dead or me coming inside of
you.”
    “ You won’t get away with
this, Frano will kill you.”
    “ I beg to differ.” He placed a
hand on his holstered gun.
    I remained still.
    “ Do I have to do a countdown for
you?”
    “ You can’t do
this.”
    “ Ten...”
    “ I’m the Don’s
woman.”
    “ Nine.”
    I looked at the door again, knowing it
would make no difference whether someone walked through it or not.
No one was going to save me this time. It was all up to
me.
    “ Eight.”
    I screwed up my face, not wanting to do
what he’d asked, but instead of saying no, I spun around and headed
back down the passage. The heavy thud of his boots followed me,
giving me the impression I was walking to my doom. I opened the gym
door and entered the room. He slid in behind me, pushing the door
shut. He flicked the lock, his eyes already on my chest.
“Strip, puttana .”
    I raised my hands to my shoulders,
hesitating.
    He pulled out a knife from his pants,
making me step backwards. “Unless you want me to shred your dress,
strip now.”
    I slipped the dress over my shoulders,
letting it fall to the floor.
    He bit his bottom lip, his eyes lowering
down me. “Everything off.”
    I reached behind my back and unhooked
my bra, then pushed my panties down.
    “ Fuck yeah, now go bend over the
bed.”
    Tears b roke free from my eyes, the reality
of my situation setting in even more.
    He sneered. “Tears won’t work on me, so do
as you’re told or I’ll make things very unpleasant for
you.”
    Breathing out, I went to the sofa
bed and placed my hands on the mattress. I looked over my shoulder,
wishing I hadn’t. The soldier was pulling out his cock, the size
startling me. It was average length, but abnormally wide. I faced
forward again, not wanting to look at it, the tears now flowing
freely. When Frano had fucked me in the cell I hadn’t been scared,
because no matter what games he played with me, I always wanted
him. And when Jagger had been rough, I had wanted that too. But
this—I didn’t want any of it.
    The soldier grabbed my hips and pulled me
to him, making me jerk forward. He ran the tip of his knife down my
back, making me cry louder. I was a fighter, for Christ’s sake! Not
this weeping woman. But I was powerless to do anything, the man
holding all the power.
    I placed my mouth on my arm, praying it
wasn’t going to hurt, his cock not right. It touched my pussy
again, the stretch unpleasant as he tried to push
inside.
    “ Fuck, you’re tight.” He inched
in a bit more, making me cry out. “Keep quiet, puttana , unless you want me to shoot your
men.”
    I bit into my arm, willing myself to be
silent.
    “ There’s nothing better than
tight pussy,” he groaned.
    A second later, he rammed all the way in,
making me scream into my arm, the sound muffled by it.
    He grunted as he fucked me,