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*Trigger Warning: Explicit content, graphic descriptions, and themes of power, control, and submission.* Romano stood frozen as he heard Dominic’s voice. As Dominic came forward, his chest rose and fell with something that wasn’t just rage. His pupils were blown wide. His jaw was locked so tight it clicked when he turned to face Romano. “You have one fucking warning Romano! Get away from the door! His voice was low and dangerous as he gave Romano, the last warning. Romano didn’t move. “She was crying….I heard her cry Dom” he said again, quieter now. “I just wanted… Dominic lunged. He grabbed Romano by the collar, slammed him back against the hallway wall so hard the drywall almost cracked behind his skull. Isadora flinched from inside the room, hands curled around the sheet like it was the only thing keeping her body from splitting in two. “You come near her again,” Dominic growled, voice so close to a snarl it barely sounded human, “and I will gut you in front of my men. D

Dominic’s voice rumbled like thunder as he shouted at the person on the line. Isidore was just sucking, as her lips wrapped around the fat, dripping head of his cock. Her tongue circled the crown slowly. The first thick drop of precum spread across her tongue like salt. She moaned. His cock twitched. She smiled. He didn’t look down. He didn’t have to. “Talk,” he growled into the phone, voice strained, like the blood was draining from his skull straight into the cock buried in her mouth. On the other end..Matteo. Or maybe someone else. Dominic didn’t give a fuck. Because Isadora swallowed half his cock, gagged, then sucked harder. Her spit coated his shaft. Ran down his balls. Pooled on the floor. The voice on the other end stuttered. “We…we’ve got a situation.” Dominic gritted his teeth. “Warehouse four?” “Yes, sir. It’s… fuck, it’s bad. Two men down. Clean shots. Executed. One hanging from the rafters.” Isadora took him deeper. His hand flexed against the phone. Her

She didn’t know how long she stood there, fingers still buried in her cunt, staring into her own wrecked reflection. Time didn’t matter. Only sensation did. The ache.The aftermath of being ruined so thoroughly she could still feel his fingerprints wrapped around her throat. And then. The knock. She froze. Three soft taps. It was like whoever was behind that door already knew what they’d find. Her breath caught. Her legs trembled. She looked down at herself..still naked. Cum still leaking. The inside of her thighs sticky and raw. She hadn’t even wiped him off. She didn’t want to. The knock came again. “Dominic said you’d be ready.” She turned, heart slamming against her ribs. The door creaked open. And in stepped a girl..no, not a girl. A woman. Dark curls down her back. Red lipstick. Her heels clicked on the floor as she entered like she owned the place. Like she had walked in on a thousand ruined girls before and smiled at every single one of them. Her eyes dropped

Isadora’s mouth parted. Her body twitched. She didn’t know whether she wanted to cry or come again. But her silence? Her broken, breathlessness. That wasn’t enough. Not for them. Valentina stood tall beside her, running her palm down her hip, gripping her ass hard enough to bruise it. “More, please,” she mocked, voice syrupy and sharp. “Say it, slut. Say it like you mean it.” Isadora gasped. Her back arched. Tears clung to her lashes. “…More… please…” “Louder.” “More! Please..please don’t stop..” Gianna leaned down and slapped her face. Hard this time. “We don’t take orders from you. We don’t fuck because you want it.” She gripped her jaw and spat right into her mouth. “We fuck you because he lets us.” Sofia lifted her head, chin slick, eyes dark and unreadable. “You’re here for our pleasure now. Until he says otherwise.” Valentina smiled, turning toward the door, her heels tapping softly on the tile as she reached for something. She opened a drawer.

“Please,” she whispered. “More.” The three women exchanged a look. Gianna knelt first, dragging her nails down Isadora’s shaking spine, tracing the slick that still dripped from her ruined cunt. “You heard her,” she said, voice low and thick with a smirk on her face “The little whore wants to be used again.” Valentina flicked her cigarette into a crystal ashtray, leaned forward, and grabbed a fistful of Isadora’s hair, yanking her head up until her eyes met hers. “You sure, baby girl?” Valentina whispered. “Sure you want to be nothing but a wet, drooling fuckpet for us?” Isadora’s lips were trembling. Her thighs were soaked. Her pulse throbbed in her throat. But her voice…her voice was steady. “Yes,” she breathed. Gianna smiled slowly. Like a shark. “Then let’s make her fucking earn it.” She stood, towering over her, and slapped her cheek. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to jolt her. To wake her. “On your back. Legs spread. Hands above your head.” Isadora obeyed inst