He reached around, found her clit, and circled it with brutal efficiency.
Isabella's body jerked, torn between the pain in her ass and the pleasure from his fingers.
"Please....I thought I heard....."
"You heard nothing." Dante pinched her clit hard. "The only thing you should be focused on is how full you are. How used you are. How desperate you are."
More sounds from the apartment.....drawers opening, equipment being placed.
His men were working fast, but they still needed another few minutes.
Dante pulled out of Isabella's ass suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and before she could catch her breath, drove back into her pussy.
"Oh God...." Isabella's eyes rolled back. "Dimitri....yes...."
"Wrong name," Dante said coldly, but didn't correct her.
He wanted her saying Dimitri's name. Wanted it recorded on the devices his men were installing.
Wanted proof that Isabella Russo was so obsessed with Dimitri Valentino that she screamed his name while fucking other men.
