When I think understand this girl, she leaves me wondering what the hell I was thinking, getting involved with her. The back and forth, up and down–it’s enough to make me want to throw her out on her ass <b>and </b>forget I ever set eyes on her.


    “please, don’t hurt me,” she whispers, cowering like a trapped fowhen the hounds have closed in


    How dare she? She thinks I’ll let this go? Pretend this was only a misunderstanding? I’ve killed men for insulting me less than she has. Practically spitting in my fucking face after everything I’d been willing to sacrifice.


    How does she repay me? Running from me in my own home. Forcing me to chase her down.


    And after all that, she thought a locked door would stop me from getting to her? Have we met? Does she not know me? <b>As </b><b>if </b>1 would let her get away. As if I wouldn’t stop at anything to make sure I <b>have </b>her forever.


    “You can’t run from me. I’m panting, grinding my teeth, hungry for the sound of her apologies. To make her hurt.


    At the same time, I can’t help but stare in fascination. She’s never been more beautiful than she is now, fearing for her life in the face of my rage. Her red–rimmed eyes sparkling with unshed tears, and her fair skin paler than moonlight. She clutches the tote bag in front of her like a shield, like that would do anything to protect her. A locked door couldn’t do it


    “Don’t hurt me, Gianni, Please.” She shakes her head<b>, </b><b>her </b>eyes glued to me, and her body tense like <b>she’s </b>ready to run if I give her so much as an inch of space. “I know you don’t want to hurt me.”


    That’s what does it. What breaks through the haze of rage.


    She lets out a yelp when I cross the room and take her by the arm. Hurt you? You’re the one who’s been wounded? When you run away and force me to <b>chase </b>you through my own home? What kind of game do you think this is?” I bellow in her face while she flinches, weeping.


    “You can’t do this to me,” she chokes out while her body trembles “How can you say you care about me when-”


    “When all I care about is your safety? I want you to be protected and cared for, and I’m supposed to apologize for that? It will never happen.”


    “I don’t want to live that way!” If she doesn’t stop trying to yank her arm free, she’ll end up dislocating her shoulder. Not that I’m going to ease my grip. “Don’t you see? Aren’t you listening?”


    “You are not leaving me,” I grit out. “Never. So get the idea out of that pretty little head right now.”


    “You’re hurting me,” she whimpers, all traces of strength and defiance stripped from her voice.


    “You’ll have to remember that the next time you take it into your head to run away.” Pulling her close, I release her arm in Javor of taking her face between my hands. This beautiful, tear–streaked face, so soft and fragile. “I hate having to do this, but you leave me no choice.”


    Her troubled gaze bounces over my face, brows drawing together. She’s confused and fulf of dread. What a shame she didn’t think before forcing my <b>hand</b>. “What are <b>you </b>going to do?”


    “What a bad girl deserves.”


    It isn’t until I drag her to the bed and <b>take </b>a seat on the edge that she thrashes around, fighting to be free. “<b>No</b>! You can’t be serious!”


    She’s wrong again<b>. </b>I’ve never been more serious than <b>I </b>am now, pulling her to me and throwing her over myp. Shends with a soft grunt and instantly starts pounding her tists against my leg and kicking her teet pointlessly into the air.


    “You did it to yourself” she may as well be pounding the air with those tiny fists of hers. I barely feel the blows shends. I’m too focused on her ripe ass, bared to me once I pull her modest little work dress up to her waist. A thin strip of pink cotton is wedged between those luscious cheeks, leaving her <b>smooth </b>globes for me to stroke and squeeze.


    “stop! nni, this <b>is </b>ridiculous!” She wriggles and kicks <b>and </b>twist her neck to look up at me. The shock on her flushed face almost makes all of this worth it.


    But it’s the fighting and squirming and rubbing against my crotchat’s bing a problem. Nothing I can’t handle, but if she doesn’t let up, I won’t be able to get through this without being distracted by other needs.


    “ILI didn’t know better, I’d <b>think </b>you were trying to get me hot, so’ll forget about your punishment” I run my hand over her soft ass, and my dick twitches in response. “Is that what you’re doing, little bird?”


    “No! Damn it, let me go!”


    “Not until I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson”


    She shrieks at the sharp crack of my hand against her cheek Like magie, a red print in the shape of my palm appears. “I’m not going to stop until your entire ass looks like a fucking boiled lobster, so you might as well stop fighting” With my forearm <b>thrown </b>over her lower back, I smack her again and savor her pained cry.


    And the <b>way </b>her cheek bounces. It’s hypnotic


    “Stop! Please!” The fighting is getting weaker, not that it did <b>any </b><b>good</b><b>. </b>“You’re hurting me.


    “That’s the point.” My palm stings, but I keep going, counting the strikes as theynd. “Five… six…


    “I get it!” she sobs, flinching. “<b>Enough</b>! Gianni, enough, <b>please</b><b>.</b>”


    “You don’t like taking your punishment, huh?” Instead of bringing my hand down hard in a p, I choose instead to apply featherlight pressure with the tips of my fingers until she squirms and moans helplessly. Her skin is hot under my touch.


    Considering what’s now soaked through her thong and leaked onto her inner thighs, I don’t think the heates from my ps alone. “What’s this?” I whisper, sliding my fingertips over a dick patch of skin. “I must’ve been wrong. I’m supposed to be punishing you, and you’re dripping like a leaky faucet.”


    Her silence speaks volumes. “What?” I taunt, stroking her inner thigh. “Embarrassed?”


    “Please.” It’s barely a breath; her body tensed and still


    “Please, what? Please keep getting you bot?” It’s almost enough to make me forget where this started. I can’t focus on punishment when the fragrance of this sweet pussy is threatening to make me forget my own name.


    “That’s not what I want.” She’s not fighting to get off myp<b>, </b>though, and all the fire zing in her voice has cooled.


    “I think you’re lying” She writhes pitifully when I stroke her red skin again. It’s ultrasensitive and throbbing now that the blood has rushed to the <b>surface</b>. “Lie to yourself all you want, but don’t lie to me. Never to me.”


    All she can do is whine and moan, trying like hell to get away. “I can’t…please…..”


    “Can’t what?” My arm is an iron bar across her lower back, holding her in ce. This is better than a spanking. A deeper


    tomment.


    stop No matter how much she wants to deny it, she can’t control her response, and it’s killing her. Nothing in the world could s


    <b>me </b><b>now</b>.


    “I can’t take it!” Her voice rises in pitch until it’s <b>a </b>needy whine. “Please, Ican’t!”


    “<b>You </b>should’ve thought of that before you forced me to chase you My blood’s humuming, and my cock is steel, she insists on rubbing against it with every desperate wiggle of her hips. I’m not only torturing her. We’re both suffering


    “I–<b>I’m </b><b>sorry</b>!” She bucks her hips, but it does no good.


    “I don’t believe you.” And if I give her what’s now dripping into my shorts, it’s the same as rewarding her for that defiance. <b>But </b>I don’t know how much longer I can keep from taking her.


    The scrape of my short <b>nails </b>over her well–<b>covered </b>ass makes her ream, and the sound only adds to the pressure building in


    my balls, “Keep screaming<b>, </b>and I’ll fill that mouth,” I warn. I have to raise my voice <b>to </b>be heard over her guttural moans.


    “You’re killing me!” she sobs. “Please, stop!”


    Not when I have her like this, so ramped up, she’s about to melt down in myp. When I pull aside the skimpy cotton thong and bare her bald pussy to my greedy eyes, the sight of fresh juice oczing; from her slit leaves me no choice but to slide two fingers deep into her cunt. I need to get to the source of that sweetness and feel her muscles fluttering around my digits.


    “Oh, god!” she lifts her ass to meet my strokes, grinding; her hips Watching <b>her </b>break down is fucking beautiful. Making her forget every reason she ever thought this was a mistake, “Gianni, oh, god! Yes!”


    My hand is a blur, knuckles pounding against her while my fingers invade her roughly. The sloppy wet sound mixes with her throaty cites in an erotic symphony that leaves me breathless, grunting, and grinding my teeth because, fuck, she is so ready for <ol><li><b>mc</b><b>. </b></li></ol>


    “I shouldn’t let youe “My hand goes still, and she lets out the loudest scream of all. Anguished and furious.


    “No!” Her ass bounces like she’s trying to force my fingers deeper


    “No? You don’t want toe?”


    “Yes! I do!”


    “You’re confusing me. You should leam to be clearer.” Her misery only sweetens all of this, the way she moans and whines especially once I withdraw my fingers, now shining with the evidence of her excitement


    I’m as helpless as she is by the time I raise them to my nose and inhale deeply, sucking her musky essence into my lungs. It isn’t enough, even when lick her nectar from them <b>and </b>savor the taste. I’ll never get enough of her.


    She’s still <b>moaning </b><b>in </b>misery, hanging on the line between arousal and release, when I lift her from myp and throw her face down across the foot of the bed “Why should I give you what you want?


    “Please, <b>Gianni</b>.” When she pushes herself up on her palms, <b>Im </b>her down again, a hand between her shoulder des.


    With the other hand, lift her dress <b>again </b>and pull the thong free, letting it tall to her ankles. “You’re going to leam. I decide when youe. I decide whether you live here or elsewhere. Where you go. What you do.”


    Imove her legs apart with one of mine before lowering my zipper with a trembling hand. I’m so close already, painfully erect balls aching


    It’s the sweetest relief to sink deep into her wet beat. Her cunt clenches around me, locking me in ce and promising release.” Repeat what I just said.” My thighs m against hers. “I decide.”


    “<b>You</b>…you..” Still defiant. She doesn’t want to give in. I almost admire her for it.


    <b>I </b>wrap her silky <b>hair </b>around my fist and pull until she lets out a broken cry. “Say it!” Idemand. “I decide.”


    “You decide!” she wails, pounding the mattress with her fists.


    Because I fucking own you.”


    <b>“</b><b>Yes</b><b>!</b>” She’s a helpless, screeching animal. “Yes, yes!”


    “And you go nowhere without my say–so.“She’s getting tighter, wetter, and I don’t know how much longer I canst. But I have to. I need to hear her say it


    , just let mee!”


    “Yes! Oh, yes, <b>j </b>


    Through gritted teeth, I grunt, “Because. You Are. Mine.”


    <b>“</b>Yours! I’m yours!”


    I release her hair in favor of leaning over her, driving <b>hard </b>and deep while I grow in her ear. “Come for me, little bind. Show me


    you mean it.”


    Η


    “<b>Oh</b>… oh, yes… oh, god, yes, I’m–At thest second, she buries her face in the bedspread and lets out a serem that doesn’t sound human. Like it’sing from her very soul, like I’ve shattered what stood between us and left behind this screeching. shaking creature.


    Acreature belonging to me. Everyst bit of her.


    And she knows it


    With a triumphant roar, Lempty my balls deep inside her cunt, tilling her with my hot seed. She’s stilling by the time I’m spent, her tiny muscles rippling like they want more, her body trembling


    When my softening dick slides from her sloppy hole<b>, </b>she doesn’t react. “Caterina?” I murmur as I tuck myself into my cks, but there’s no response. I roll her to her side, concerned, only to find she’s passed out from the intensity of what I made her experience.


    “You rest,” I whisper, stroking sweaty hair back from where it’s stered against her flushed cheek Now that the storm has passed, there’s nothing but tenderness swelling in my chest when see her like this Mylinle bird.


    1 undress her the rest of the <b>way</b>, careful not to disturb her, before wrapping her in a nket and carrying her from the room She belongs in my bed, and that’s exactly where I take her. The conqueror carrying his prize.


    It only urs to me once I’veid her in the bed that there will never be a better time to go through with my n.


    Once she’s tucked in, and I’m sure she’s still out cold, I head down to my office. The package is still waiting where I left it on the table near the door–the sight of it stirs satisfaction in my chest and brings a smile to my face.


    Tonight, I set things straight. I made sure my little bird knows who she belongs to Who owns her–body and soul.


    But I’ve learned a few things while building my empire.


    For instance<b>, </b>assurances mean shit unless you have insurance to back them up. In this case, my insurance is contained within this little package. My soft whistling carries down the hall as I wall to the opposite end of the house…


    ording to the <b>pack </b>of pills in her nightstand, she took today’s dose. I take the appropriate number of sugar pills from the pack I’m swatching out, then exchange the stic containers. She’ll never know the difference.


    But I will And every time we fuck, and Ie inside her, there will be a chance of getting her pregnant. The idea gets my pulse racing. I wonder how long it will take. A young, healthy girl like her should have no problem conceiving


    Though there’s still the extra matter of the fertility drug to seal the deal. The syringe is already filled, and when I return to my bedroom, Caterina is still asleep. There’s nothing to do but pull the nkets bark and reveal her naked body. She’s on her side. curled in a ball with her hands tucked under her head


    So peaceful


    Even the prick of the needle in her ass does nothing but make her stir, mumbling in her sleep “Everything’s tine,” I whisper as


    I push down on the plunger “You have nothing to worry about, little bird. Because you’re mine.”


    And nobody gets in the way of me taking what’s mine.


    Not Amalia, who wants what she didn’t have to lift a finger to help build.


    Not Luciano, who only thinks he can get back <b>what </b>he so stupidly tossed aside


    “I’m going to make everything perfect for us,” I murmur as I stand by the side of the bed. “For us and our baby.