Marcello is sitting at his desk, typing away at his laptop. The moment I enter the room, he closes it silently and waits without granting me one single look.
I pace toward him and stand in front of him, waiting for him to say a word.
But he doesn’t.
Not a single word uttered from his lips.
He wants to play this game the hard way? Fine.
I slide along his desk with my finger, and when I get to the edge, I perch my ass on top of the wood, my legs parted in his direction, my dress ever so slightly slipping off my shoulders.
I know how to play dirty.
He wants me, but he knows I’m forbidden …
And I can use that to my advantage.
“What are you doing here, kitten?” He raises a brow at me.
“You’ve ignored me the entire day,” I say.
“With good reason,” he replies.
I tilt my head and lean forward so my boobs are right in his face. “I don’t like being ignored.”
His eyes briefly slide down toward my breasts, clearly distracted by their presence. But then he quickly recaptures his attention and focuses his eyes on mine. “That’s unfortunate for you then.”
I cross my arms over my chest, showing even more cleavage. “What could be so important you’d forget about the lady you keep locked up in your mansion?”
“Work,” he snaps.
He’s clearly not taking me seriously. Time to ramp it up.
I spread my legs and place a foot on top of his thigh, opening wide so he can see the panties I’m not wearing today. But as his eyes briefly dart at my pussy, it still doesn’t faze him.
“What game are you trying to play, kitten?”
“No games. You started something. Now finish it.”
He grabs my calf, and for a second there, my heartbeat rises, and my pussy clenches. But then he shoves my foot off his thigh.
“Not now.”
“C’mon…” I swivel off the desk and put my hand on his shoulder, casually toying with his hair. “You know you want to.”
He swiftly grasps my wrist while getting up from his chair, forcing me away from him. “Don’t.”
My face contorts when he releases me, his firm grip leaving a mark on my skin. I sigh and turn around. “Fine, I’ll leave then.” I stomp toward the door.
“Don’t stray too far,” he calls after me.
“Fuck you. I’m out of this fucking place, and I won’t quit until I find an exit,” I growl back. I march out of the hallway and rush down the stairs, jerking every door I can find to look for a way out. I don’t care where it leads. Anything will do as long as it will get me far away from here.
If I can’t play this man’s strings and win over his heart, then what’s the point in staying here? I might as well be dead already.
But no matter how many doors I try to yank open, most of them are sealed tight. I bang the wood in desperation, tears staining my eyes. “Let me the fuck out! Goddammit!”
“It won’t work. All exits are locked, kitten.”
My forehead leans against the big door that leads to his cars. They’re there, I’ve seen them myself, but every time I try to get close, there are either guards in my way or the doors are locked.
Freedom is beyond the corner, but I can never grasp it.
“You can try to leave all you want, but it won’t work, and it won’t do you any good,” he says.
“Fuck you!” I snarl at him. “You wanted me to leave. Now you don’t? Make up your fucking mind!” I yell while turning around to face him head-on.
With folded arms, he says, “I never uttered those words. You did.”
My lip twitches because he’s right, and I hate it. I thought I could seduce him, but he’s unshaken by any of my advances. Why won’t they work?
“Why would you keep me here if you don’t even want me? If you don’t want me to touch you?”
His nostrils flare. Clearly, I’ve hit a chord. “I’ll take you on my own terms. Not yours.”
I make a face. “So I’m merely a pet then? Nothing else? And what happens to me after you’re done with me? Are you going to throw me away? Is that what happened to the other girls?”
“Other girls?” His eyes narrow.
“Oh, so you’re going to pretend I’m the first now?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, you are.” He straightens his back, and for some reason, the look he gives me is sincere.
I can’t believe it. Out of all the girls he could’ve picked, I’m the one he chose? Why?
What’s so special about me?
He steps forward, which makes me lean against the door. I’m trapped, and with him closing in on me, there’s no way out. No way to escape this house … or him.
“I want only you, kitten.” He caresses my cheek with a single finger, but it quickly turns into grasping my chin. “But make no mistake. If I can’t have you … no one will.”