Chapter 4

CESARE

I tighten my grip around the crazy bitch's waist, pulling her body flush against mine, and walk her through the hallway that leads to my office. Normally, I wouldn't encroach on Leroi's territory, but I wanted her the moment she first stepped into the club.

By the time I was ready to make a move, she was fucking him in the alley. Now that he no longer wants her, she's fair game.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

She places a hand on my chest. "Do you even give a fuck?"

"No, but mine is Cesare."

"And why would I care?"

"Because you're going to be screaming it later."

She huffs a laugh. "Out of frustration?"

My eyes narrow. She has a smart mouth for a clingy little stalker. It's a good thing I have something to keep it full.

"No, sweetheart," I say. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll think my name is Oh God, Too Big, or Jesus Christ. I want to make sure you know it's Cesare."

The sound of her giggle makes my chest inflate, and I slide the hand on her waist down to her ass.

"Is your cock even big enough to back up that arrogance?" she asks.

"More than you can handle."

We reach the door to my office, and I push it open. The room is bathed in chandelier light, illuminating a vast leather desk that overlooks a wall of screens. Each screen looks out across different parts of the club.

A mahogany bar that spans the entire back wall, showcasing shelves of crystal decanters and bottles of some of the rarest liquor in existence. It's a sight that has most women gasping with awe, but this one just tightens her lips with indifference.

I walk her to the desk. "Not impressed with the decor?"

"Let me put it this way," she says with a shrug. "I've seen bigger and better."

"Then allow me to show you something that will impress."

She turns to me, her eyes sparkling, her red lips curving into a knowing smile. "What's that, then?"

"Get on your knees and find out."

A laugh bursts from her lips. It's a full belly one that makes her double over with her arms around her middle. Her shoulders quake with mirth, and she cackles until she can hardly breathe.

My stomach drops, and irritation spreads across my skin like a rash. All traces of arousal drain from my deflating cock.

This bitch has no idea who she's mocking.

"What's so funny?" I say, holding back a growl.

Straightening, she gazes up at me, her eyes shining with amusement. Eyes I want to see bulging when I choke her until her last breath.

"This was your big chance to prove you could measure up to Leroi, and what do you do?" She snickers, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Order me on my knees to suck your cock."

I flash my teeth. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing if you're a little boy playing in his daddy's office." Her gaze wanders around the room, taking in the leather furniture and looking anywhere but at me.

My annoyance quickly simmers into the beginnings of rage. Women don't laugh at me, they kneel and crawl and obey.

My heart pounds so hard that its echoes reach my eardrums. This annoying cunt is about to give me pulsatile tinnitus. Before I know it, my hands are around her throat, and I'm pinning her to the desk.

"What did you say?" I snarl through clenched teeth.

Her eyes glaze, and her back arches off its leather surface. "Oooh," she says, her voice breathy, and she runs her fingers over the back of my hand. "Now, this is a promising start."

I glare down at the crazy bitch. Why isn't she scared? Hours ago, when I slammed Tania against the door, she clawed at my hand and cried, yet this woman beneath me doesn't show the slightest bit of fear.

"You like that?" I say through clenched teeth.

She squeezes my hand, showing me to hold harder and cut off her air. "Hell yes."

"Open your fucking legs," I growl.

She parts her thighs.

"Wider."

She obeys.

My cock stirs, and I reward her by tightening my grip around her throat. "Are you wet for me, baby?"

She laughs again. "You haven't done anything to impress me yet."

I curl my lip, wanting to hit her where it hurts. "You're a fucking pain in the ass. It's no wonder Leroi replaced you with someone better."

When her eyes flash, and her amusement morphs into anger, I know I've dropped the right insult.

"Better?" she spits. "How about younger?"

"You afraid of getting old?" I ask, my voice mocking.

Her laugh sounds bitter. "Leroi takes up with a girl who doesn't look old enough to drink alcohol and that's all you can think to say?"

It takes every effort not to flinch at the affront to the family honor. She doesn't get to slander Leroi just because she got dumped. Leroi doesn't deserve to be disparaged. Bullshit like that can ruin a man's life.

Jaw clenching, I lean close to her face and snarl, "My cousin doesn't fuck kids."

Too many emotions flitter across her features for me to process. I'm no expert on the minds of women. The last one I got close to abandoned us at our lowest, so how the hell could I interpret their mannerisms?

I should end this now. Cut my losses before she ruins my night. Grab this annoying cunt by the hair and throw her back inside the club. Better still, toss her into the alleyway with my foot in her ass and make sure she never returns.

Her fingers slide down to my erection, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"How about you stop fixating on Leroi and show me what you've got?" she says.

My eyes narrow. I can't resist a challenge. Especially not one where I can put her in her place.

"With pleasure," I reply with a sneer.

She gives me a sharp nod. "Make me scream your name."

I reach between her legs, and my fingers brush against the crotch of her panties. I slide the fabric to the side, exposing her pussy, and am pleasantly surprised to find it's slick.

"Wet for me, already?" I ask.

"Hardly," she replies with a snort.

I can't help but grin. She's defensive, obviously still stinging from Leroi's rejection. I can handle her prickly attitude if it gets me what I want.

My fingers explore her swollen clit. I rub circles around it, expecting a gasp or even a moan. Instead, she pinches her lips and rolls her eyes.

Fuck this bitch. She's getting on my last nerve.

With a snarl, I rip off her panties and slap her pussy. Her eyes widen, and she sucks in a breath.

"You like that?" I deliver another slap.

She bites down on her bottom lip and groans. "Not particularly."

Triumph fills my chest, and arousal fills my cock. It looks like she doesn't want to admit that she's into pain. I can work with this. I can't remember the last time I had a real masochist.

My hand descends on her pussy again, this time with an extra sting.

She moans, her eyes fluttering closed.

I lean over her and grin. "You're just a dirty girl who needs to be punished."

She jerks her head to the side. "You wish."

I chuckle. "Actually, I don't give a fuck. You're going to spread those legs wider for me so I can whip your pussy, and you're going to love it."

"Whatever."

To my surprise, she raises her heels to the desk's surface and holds her knees open. Her pussy is bare and completely soaked, each delicious fold glistening with her juices.

Arousal floods my cock so quickly the edges of my vision turn black. By the time I steady myself, my mouth waters with the need for more of that sweet, wet cunt.

I curl my fingers and resist the urge to taste. This mouthy bitch doesn't deserve my tongue.

It's rare to find a woman who truly enjoys pain. Many pretend they do to impress me or appear edgy, but they balk the moment I take them to the playroom. This one looks like the real deal.

It's a pity she's so aggravating.

I unbuckle my belt, yank it out from my pants, and slap the leather against my palm.

Her fingers tighten around her trembling thighs. "Are you going to tease me to death all evening or give me what I want?"

Without even thinking about it, I swing the belt down her pussy with a crack. She flinches, her knees jerking, and hisses through her teeth.

My cock surges, urging me to give her another. "Tell me you love this."

I deliver another strike that makes her squeeze her eyes shut and gasp.

"Oh, God," she says with a moan.

"I already told you," I sneer. "My name is Cesare."

"Christ."

The muscles in my jaw tighten, and I exhale through flared nostrils. Fury and frustration coil through my guts, threatening to strike. I'm not surprised Leroi rejected her for someone more agreeable. No woman I've ever met has had such power to aggravate a man as much as she excites.

She bucks her hips and whimpers, begging for another strike of the belt, but my cock has other plans.

I want to fuck her so hard that her teeth rattle. Pound into her with the full force of my strength until she prays to me for mercy.

Most of all, I want her helpless beneath me and humbled. But for that, I'll need restraints.

I toss the belt aside and pull her off the desk. "Come with me."

"Where?"

"We're going to my playroom."