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your shirt.”
    “I’m scared,” I retorted defiantly.
    He gestured towards the door. “Stay with honesty, Lucia, or go.”
    Damn it to all heavens, but I wanted Antonio. Could it be true? Could I have been sabotaging myself without realizing it, letting myself be caught because I wanted Antonio to put me over his lap and spank me?
    I eyed him. This wasn’t the safe space of the club. But I did know that if Antonio wanted harm to befall me, well, it would happen. My body would be discovered, floating face down in the canal. I could run from here, but if that was his intent, I couldn’t outrun it.
    Knowing that, in some strange, perverse way, I felt safe.
    ***
    Antonio:
    She smiled at me, a confident, relaxed smile, and then she crossed her arms at her wrists, and extended them towards me. A gesture of submission.
    “I choose to stay.”
    She was so beautiful, my little thief. But we couldn’t jump right away into the play. There were formalities to be observed. I moved towards a folder I had set down by the door as I entered, and I pulled out two sheets of paper from it. The list of her hard and soft limits – the one she had filled out at Casanova. And my corresponding list. I handed them both to her.
    “Your limits, is there anything you wish to add to that list?”
    She looked at the list with shock. “Liam assured me that the club’s records were completely secure,” she said, her voice the merest thread of sound. “Safer than Fort Knox, he said.”
    I looked at her with a smile. “They really are quite secure,” I said. “But I own the club.”
    There was deeper shock in her expression as her eyes met mine. I had just told her something that very few people knew, and I could see the wheels turn in her head as she wondered why I had chosen to reveal this to her. I didn’t really know why myself.
    “How many people know this?” she whispered.
    “Including you? Five.”
    “Am I going to end up in the canal, Antonio?” she asked directly. I didn’t share my secrets and she was clearly wondering what the cost of this knowledge was.
    I laughed. She had no idea how desirable I found her. “No, little thief. I just want to play. You are quite safe with me.”
    She was looking at my list of limits. “Have you played at Casanova? I’ve never seen you there.”
    I shook my head. “I only play privately, Lucia.”
    She handed the sheets back to me, her eyes unreadable. “I’m ready,” she said evenly.

Chapter 9
    Lucia:
    When he looked at me, there was a hard edge in his eyes. “I have only one more question,” he asked. His voice was level. I shivered involuntarily. “Did you fuck Enzo Peron?”
    “Can’t you check the camera feeds then?” I retorted. Fuck him. Every single day in the last three weeks, I had to read about his affairs in the tabloids. His current squeeze was a half-Russian half-Italian B-list actress with large breasts, blonde hair, and legs that were about a mile long. He dared ask me who I took to my bed? He could go fuck himself.
    “There are limits to how much of your privacy I’m willing to invade,” he replied. “Having you followed? That’s just sound business practise. Watching you have sex with a man? That borders on stalking, don’t you think?”
    “Fuck you,” I said to him. “I don’t want to hear your thoughts about who I should sleep with. Especially if you’ve just come here from Tatiana Cordova’s bed.”
    He shook his head. “I haven’t slept with Tatiana since I met you, little thief,” he said quietly. He walked towards me till he was standing mere inches from my body. “When I close my eyes, Lucia, all I can see is your face. I smell your scent when the wind blows. My heart beats faster when a brunette walks by on the street. I crave your feel against me, little thief. You’ve ruined me for other women.”
    Gods, but he was good. My pussy was a molten puddle of need and my nipples were engorged. He could have been lying through his teeth, but