Hugo knelt in front of me again, his fingers tracing a path along my jaw. “You’re a beautiful little thing,” he said, his tone mockingly soft. “Maybe I’ll keep you as a pet and prisoner after I dump Dario’s body in the street.”

I glared at him, my voice steady and defiant. “I’m already Dario’s prisoner, Hugo. And I only serve one master, and that’s Dario. I’d rather die than serve an old man with a rusty pipe between his legs.”

The words barely left my mouth before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow knocking me onto my side. Pain exploded in my cheek, blood dripping from my nose and lips.

Hugo loomed over me, his face twisted with rage. “Careful, girl,” he hissed. “That rusty pipe will fuck you right in front of your lover before I kill him. That’ll be the last thing he sees before he rots in hell.”

I stared up at him, hatred burning in my eyes. I would rather die than let this man in between my legs. Dario would come. He had to.

90 days with my billionaire ex

The driver drove us out of the airport with the other car following behind. I tried not to let my eyes explore the city as we drove; don’t want to give Dario the impression that I’m actually fascinated or intrigued at the sights. I kept my eyes fixed at nothing in particular and I could see Dario looking at me from the corners of my eyes. His looks get me quite uncomfortable and I begin to shift in my seat. Why won’t he just give up? 


I could see his eyes drift down to my cleavages that are barely even exposed. What is he even starring at? He immediately gets my body language message and immediately takes his eyes off and look out through the window. I quickly readjust my dress and check that I’m not exposing any part of my body. 


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