Page 142 of Tell Me Lies
“Beautiful. Look at the way they become even harder under my gaze.” Dipping his head, he pulled a turgid nub into his mouth. A moan swept past her lips. Ludovico chuckled. “Ragazza, you want me.”
“No,” she denied.
“Too fast for it to be true.” He took a step back. “Worry not. I desire you too or you’d be dead by now. Fix your makeup and put on the jacket. We’ve got work to do.”
Quickly, she put on the shirt and jacket. A tear slipped down her cheek. She was dressed but somehow, she felt completely naked. Deprived of her undergarments, a mix of arousal and fear mingled within her.
“I desire you.” The rough promise of his words made her pussy throb, but what if someone saw? What if someone knew? What would people think? Her life would be ruined. No one would want to do business with her. No one would want to hire her.
“Please, Ludovico,” she whimpered, grasping his forearm.
He swept around so quickly she didn’t have time to react. Grasping her by the wrist, he tugged her forward and tilted her head back with a hard pull to her hair. Gigi let out a yelp.
“Do you know what my nickname is in the mob, Gigi? It’s Mario Upper Hand Ludovico.”
“Upper Hand?” she squeaked.
“I’m the first to find the advantage and seize it. This isn’t any different.”
“But I’ve done you no wrong. I told you. I didn’t see anything.”
His cool grin made her insides grow cold.
“You saw me and that was more than enough. You haven’t been able to do anything because I found you first, Ragazza, and took advantage of the situation. If not, you would be another body in the alley, but I’ve chosen differently. Now, let’s go.”
Helping her upright, he placed a firm hand on her ass and led her out the door.
Chapter Seven
Ludovico glanced at Gigi. They sat side by side in the car. She didn’t say a word, keeping her gaze down. If he were a better man, he would feel sorry for her, but instead his cock raged with unspent desire. He couldn’t glimpse her hardened nipples beneath the suit jacket she wore, but the occasional squeeze of her thighs indicated she was also aroused, and that undid him.
The ragazza was both a vulnerable angel and an unknowing submissive slut. Around her, he lost control of his body, every part of him wishing to take her and meld her into his heat. The best was she wasn’t even aware of the sexuality surrounding her. It marveled him.
He’d imagined she’d defy his orders about wearing a skirt, but he’d never been more pleased with a confrontation. She’d stripped in front of him, bashful and yet inexplicably aroused. It was a spectacle worth watching. He couldn’t wait to ravish her body and possess every inch of her.
Gigi fidgeted in the vehicle, trying as hard as possible to avoid him. He chuckled, and she briefly stole a look at him before returning to look out the window.
“Ragazza, your fear just fuels my temperature.”
She pulled her lips but didn’t reply. Ludovico grinned. “Fucking you is going to be off the chart. Can you imagine, Gigi? My cock sliding between your legs. My hands at your throat. Your moans captured there until I allow you to release them.”
“No,” she whispered.
“No?” Ludovico laughed. “You’ll enjoy what I give you and beg for it before we’re done.” The car rolled to a stop. “Here we are. I’ll come pick you up this evening.” He grinned. “After all, this area isn’t safe.”
Without responding, she clasped the door handle.
“There’s no need to hurry, Ragazza.” Ludovico placed his hand on her bare knee. She jumped slightly, turning to look at him.
“There’re people outside,” she whispered.
He cupped her cheek. She made to move back but he grasped her thigh, sinking his digits into her soft flesh.
“The windows are tinted. Relax, Ragazza. I’m not going to harm you.”
She glanced at him with big doe eyes, and for an instant, he almost felt sorry for her. The feeling evaporated when the door handle clicked.
“Tsk-tsk.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Steady now. I have to test something before you leave.” He dragged his fingers up her smooth skin. Gigi froze. Her body stiffened and her breath quickened. Sliding his palm between her legs, he pushed them open. He was barely met with resistance.