He Just Wants to Fuck

Ricardo's POV

Angelo leans forward. "Mr. Inzaghi, believe us. Your name was heard by all thirty-five girls. When we made calls to you, when some of the men we hired spoke about you—trust me, sir, they heard it."

I study Inzaghi's expression carefully. The old man is dangerous, more than people give him credit for. He's seventy-three, but the years haven't dulled his instincts. He listens to Angelo more than anyone else, which is why I let him do most of the talking. If we have any chance of getting out of this unscathed, it's through him.

Angelo doesn't hesitate. He knows hesitation is a death sentence in a room like this. "Think about it, sir. Even if it was our plan to implicate you, you have the senator on your payroll. If we had paid him to have his daughter testify against you, don't you think you would've been the first to know?"

Inzaghi's exhales through his nose, and his fingers tap against the table. "Perhaps you could've paid him more than I did."

I let out a short laugh. "And you could pay him double of that to rat us out. Everyone has a fucking price, you of all people should know that."

Inzaghi's jaw tightens. He hates being reminded of his own vulnerabilities, hates the idea that someone could outmaneuver him. But he doesn't respond, not immediately. He just watches me with that disdainful stare.

There is silence once more.

Then, Antonella speaks. "Daddy, I think you should believe them. They've given you every reason to."

I don't look at her.

Inzaghi, however, turns his attention to his daughter. His gaze is colder than before, as if her words have somehow betrayed him. "Don't be too quick to trust the sons of the devil."

The insult burns, but I don't react. Not yet.

I tighten my fists under the table, my jaw is clenched so tightly it aches. Normally, I'd explode. I'd make him regret every damn word, make him choke on them. But this isn't the time. There's too much at stake.

For now, I let it slide.

Later

The meeting is over, but I don't leave right away. Instead, I linger outside the conference room with José and Angelo, speaking in hushed tones.

"We need to handle this carefully," José mutters, adjusting his tie. "If he doesn't buy it completely, we're still in the fucking line of fire."

"He's not stupid," Angelo adds. "He knows we have more to lose than gain by setting him up. But that doesn't mean he's going to let it go."

I nod silently. Then, I hear the sound of heels heading towards us. I don't need to turn to know who it is.

It is Antonella. Angelo and José exchange a glance before stepping away, knowing this is their cue to leave.

She stops a few feet away, waiting for them to disappear before speaking. "Ric…"

I don't respond. I don't even look at her.

She exhales, feeling a little apologetic. "Listen, I'm sorry for the way my father acted. I didn't expect him to be that…" She hesitates, searching for the right word.

I give her nothing.

She sighs. "If it's any worth, the only thing true in what he said was calling you the world's most sexiest man alive."

I still don't smile. She bites her lip and her fingers twitch slightly. She wants to touch me, to soothe whatever anger she thinks I have, but she hesitates.

She should. Before she can move, I grab her wrist and slam her back against the wall. She gasps, and her eyes widen, but she doesn't struggle.

I come closer as my grip tightens on her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Teach your father to show some fucking respect," I murmur. "To Simeone's first son. To the fucking Borrelli name."

Her eyes is filled with pain and defiance, but she doesn't let it show. She's good at pretending. I hold her there for a moment longer, making sure she understands. Then, I let her go.

I step back, adjusting my suit. "Don't bother waiting for me tonight."

She watches me carefully, her eyes are searching mine compassionately. "Ricardo…" Her voice is softer. "I'm sorry. You know I truly am."

I don't listen.

"Ric, let me fix this…"

I don't even turn back.

"Fine. Go fuck those other bitches you prefer over the mother of your fucking children. FUCK YOU!!"

I can hear the raw pain in her voice as she curses at me in Italian. She's right, I am going to fuck my anger away.

Lana's POV

I am alone in my prison. A prison I've chosen out of my loyalty to a man who may not have even realized I'm missing. It's been two days since my captivity yet Charles hasn't traced my disappearance to Ricardo.

"Lana! Lana Denver!" He screams my name. He's back.

I'm in the bedroom, sitting in the vanity and trying to cover up the scars he left on my wrists and the tear stains he left on my face.

The red silk dress I'm wearing clings to my body, accentuating my curves and drawing his gaze to my cleavage. I can feel his eyes on me as he enters the room, and I turn to face him.

"What are you doing?" He asks with an angry tone.

"Just trying to cover up these scars," I reply. "I don't know how long I'll be staying here, and I'd rather look good than remind myself of my problems."

I can see the anger in his eyes, but there's something else there too. Desire. He wants me, and he wants to take me roughly and violently. I can see it in the way he's looking at me, the way his eyes are lingering on my body. That's why he's keeping me here. That's why he hasn't put a bullet in my head. He doesn't want me dead, he just wants to fuck me.

"Take off your dress," he commands like he did the first time we met.

I hesitate for a moment, but then I stand up and slowly slide the dress over my head, letting it fall to the floor. I'm standing in front of him in nothing but my lingerie, and I can feel his gaze on me.

"Now the rest," he says. I can hear how aroused he is in his tone.

I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall away and reveal my breasts. I can feel my nipples hardening under his gaze. I slide my panties down my legs and step out of them, standing naked in front of him.

He steps closer to me, and his eyes rakes over my body. I can feel his breath on my skin, and I shiver. He reaches out and touches me, and his fingers trace a path from my collarbone down to my breasts. He cups them in his hands, and his thumbs brush over my nipples. I let out a soft moan as he pinches them.

He kisses me then. Passionately, yet roughly. His hands are all over me, touching and caressing my body. I can feel his hardness against me, and I grind against it. Surprisingly, I find myself wanting more. I hope he lasts longer than the last time.

He pushes me back onto the bed, and his body covers mine. He kisses me again, as his hands roam over my body. He pinches my nipples, making me gasp with pleasure. He trails his lips down my neck, with his teeth nipping at my skin. I arch my back.

He reaches down between us, with his fingers finding my vagina. He strokes me as his fingers slide in and out of me. I moan. He increases the pressure as his fingers fuck me harder and faster. I can feel the adrenaline building inside me, as my body tightens with pleasure.

He pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to my lips. "Taste yourself," he commands.

I open my mouth and suck his fingers, tasting my own wetness on his skin. It's dirty and exciting, and I can feel myself getting even wetter.

He positions himself at the entrance of my vagina. He looks into my eyes as he thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out as my body adjusts to your size. He starts to move, with his hips thrusting in and out of me. He's rough and dominant, taking what he wants from me. And despite myself, I love it.

He fucks me hard and fast as his body slap against mine.

"Ohhh… fuck! fuck!" I moan.

He reaches down and touches my clit, with his fingers rubbing circles around it. I cry out. "Oh my goodness… yessss!!!"

He continues to fuck me, drawing out my pleasure until he reaches climax. His body shudders as he fills me with his cum. He collapses on top of me, and his body is filled with sweat.

"You're mine now," he says with ragged breath.

I know what he means. I'm his prisoner, his property. But in this moment, I can't help but think about Charles. This could've been us, it should've.