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Story: Control

“Put your hands on me,” he growls, wetting his lips above me. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

I gently wrap my fingers around his balls, following his command. As I swirl my tongue over the tip of his cock, I moan against him, and he groans in approval. His pre-cum tastes salty as I swipe my tongue around his cock and then take him into mymouth. “Yes, Daniela, I love how you suck my dick like a dirty little slut. Keep doing that, baby. Oh, fuck.”

He pulls my hair, gathering locks in his hands to control the movement of my tongue. The pressure on my scalp is intense, and even though it stings, he doesn’t relent. I can tell he enjoys the control he has over me just as much as I relish the sensations he gives.

His moans, accompanied by whispers of my name, ignite a fire within me as I continue to work on him. I glide my tongue off him, causing him to hiss, only to take him in again, sucking hard before pulling back. He shakes his head, giving me a stern look. “Don’t tease me like that, Daniela. I want to fuck your mouth so hard that you forget where you are. If you keep teasing me, I might lose control.”

The truth is, I want to see him lose control. The dare, the thrill, and the uncertainty behind those words draw me in. Remo is changing me, and even if I deny it, I know it’s only a matter of time before I give in completely. “Use my mouth however you want.”

“Oh, I will.” With his hand still in my hair, he shifts closer. “Open that pretty mouth for me, princess.” I obey, but he doesn’t immediately push himself back in. Instead, he uses his free hand to stroke himself, grunting, “This night just became fucking amazing.”

“Yes…”

I take his cock back into my mouth, lapping my tongue around him and drawing deep moans from his throat. The hard flesh feels incredible, and Remo tastes heavenly. I don’t want this night to end. I kiss the hard ridges of his burning flesh while my hands tease his balls.

Then he begins to fuck my mouth, just as he promised. His hips thrust forward, his grip on my hair guiding my movements. I drown in the pleasure, feeling as if I, too, am being consumed.He plunges deeply, grunting with each thrust, and I gag slightly. He pulls out briefly to stroke himself, then pushes back inside again, pounding harder while I moan, empowered by the pleasure I’m giving him.

As his shoulders and rock-hard abs tighten, I realize he’s close. He rolls his head back, grunting, “Holy hell, you take me so deep, Daniela. Damn, do you feel what you do to me? Hold still…I’m going to shoot my load deep in your mouth.”

I obey and hold still, craning my neck to catch a glimpse of his face and his slightly parted lips. He floods my mouth with his salty release, and I sink into the sweetness of his arousal. After he empties himself, he pulls back, breathing heavily, and tucks his cock back into his pants. I get to my feet and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

Suddenly, someone coughs in the darkness, pulling my attention. I look up quickly to see a figure lurking in the shadows.

I grab Remo’s arm and point to the figure as Marco steps forward, looking conflicted and avoiding eye contact with me. “I came to get you, Boss,” he says to Remo. “They’ve agreed to your demands and want to renegotiate the deal. Is it still on the table?”

“I’m still trying to decide whether to put a bullet in Jared’s head, to be honest. Trying to smuggle drugs within my territory? Rookie move.”

Marco seems like he’s about to say more, but then he glances at me and back at Remo as if to acknowledge my presence. Remo catches on, placing a possessive hand on the small of my back and leaning in to nibble on my earlobe. “I have to take this meeting,” Remo whispers. “Go back to the party and enjoy yourself. We’ll head home soon, and I’m going to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name.”

A thrill runs down my spine at the thought, and I nod, looking at Marco, though his eyes still refuse to connect with mine. He had seen me. He had witnessed me pleasuring Remo, and he seemed to enjoy it. I should feel angry, embarrassed, or even mortified, but instead, I feel exhilarated.

What does that say about me? Staying with Remo is changing me.

Chapter 16

Remo

The moment the box lands on my desk, it doesn’t feel right. There’s a chill that hits me before I even open it, like the kind of cold you feel when someone steps too close to you, and you can’t quite shake them.

I don’t move at first, my fingers just lingering over the edges. I know what’s inside, what they want me to see. It’s never a good sign when they send me something wrapped up like this, and sure as hell, it’s not a gift.

I rip it open. The smell hits me first. A damp, rotting scent I can’t ignore even for a second. It’s the kind of smell that makes a stomach turn. Inside, there’s a mess of black roses, withered and brown, and dead spiders curled into tight, lifeless balls. I blink, but the image doesn’t go away. It burns into my mind, and something inside me cracks. I can feel the pressure building up in my chest, but I don’t let it show. Not yet. Not here.

I know who it’s from, though. And suddenly, it all makes sense.

It’s Vizzini’s. He’s sending a message, and I know damn well what it means. They’re making a move.

Things are about to get worse, and I’m already one step behind.

My hand tightens around the box, but I don’t crush it. I don’t need to break it. It’s already broken enough.

My office is dark—dark leather chairs, cigar smoke clinging to the air, and the scent of old whiskey bottles sitting on the shelf like trophies of a past life I’m still trying to outrun. I throw thebox into the trash can, but the image of the dead spiders stays with me.

I should’ve seen this coming. He knows I have grown soft. And he thinks he can rattle me with a box of dead bugs and wilted flowers.

I feel the shift in the air when she enters my office.

She’s always there now, a constant presence, like an itch I can’t scratch. Every time I try to focus on something else, there she is, in the back of my mind, reminding me that I can’t keep her safe.