I had to use both hands as I finished my meal and picked up my napkin to wipe my mouth. Much as she tried to hide her reaction to me, I heard her sigh of frustration. Saw her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath out of the corner of my eye. She tried to deny it, but she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Pushing my chair back away from the table, I picked up my glass of wine and leaned back in my chair, settling my gaze on the beautiful woman at my table who still hadn’t said a word. “From now on, you will eat dinner with me every night unless I let you know otherwise.”
Thunder and lightening clashed in her stormy eyes, and her jaw was tense with anger. “Does it matter at all to you what I want? About anything?”
“No,” I told her. But then, out of some sort of masochistic need to have my ego bruised a bit more today, I regarded her curiously. “But if I did, what is it that you would want, Veda? Other than to sacrifice your life by running away, of course.”
“I can tell you what I don’t want.” Gray eyes turned icy cold. “I don’t want to sit here with you every night. I also don’t want to share a room with you. As a matter of fact, I’d like it immensely if you’d just stay as far away from me as possible.”
Every word hit me like a knife wound, stabbing me over and over, not that I would let her see it. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” she gritted out through her bared teeth.
“Hmm.” I took a sip of my wine, my eyes never leaving her face, then set my glass on the table. Reaching over, I grabbed her chair and pulled her closer until our knees touched.
Her eyes widened as I started to unbutton my shirt. “What are you doing?”
“Testing your statement.”
The ice left her eyes, replaced by caution. “I have to pee.”
I laughed. “No, you don’t.”
“I really do.”
“Then go ahead,” I challenged her as I reached the last button and threw my shirt open wide as I leaned my elbows on my knees. “I’ll buy a new chair. As a matter of fact, I’ll buy a whole new fucking dining set. A whole new room, including the floor. Maybe an entire house in another fucking country. A castle where I can lock you away in a tower and fuck you whenever I want.”
And where no one can ever hurt you again.
When she saw that wasn’t going to work, she tried a different tactic. Gazing at me with pleading eyes, she said quietly, “Luca, please don’t do this.”
“Do what?” My finger trailed up her bare thigh until I reached the material of her dress and lifted it away, tilting my head so I could see what she was wearing underneath. She tried to close her legs, but Tristan had done an excellent job tying her ankles and her movements were limited. My tongue wet my bottom lip when I saw she was wearing virgin white, just like her dress. Mmmm…a virgin to desecrate. It was a nice fantasy, even though I knew better. I tucked the skirt into the waistband of her panties to keep it out of my way.
“Luca, please…”
I skimmed the pad of my thumb over the thin cotton up the center of her pussy. I could feel the damp heat of her, and all I wanted to do was to take her out of that chair and bend her over the table and shove my cock balls deep inside that sweet cunt.
But that wouldn’t prove my point. I needed to hear her say it.
And before this night was over, she would.