Other than your life.
“Come here,” he ordered, the deep baritone even sexier than before, the tone dripping with lust. He studied me intently, taking several sips of his drink.
I wanted to get this over with, so I obeyed him, moving forward until I was only a few inches away from the coffee table. I stood with my feet apart, swaying my hips back and forth. He seemed amused.
When he unexpectedly jerked to the edge of the couch, I jumped involuntarily. He lifted an eyebrow as he studied me.
“Are you frightened of me, Dahlia?”
“I’m not frightened of anyone.”
“You should be very frightened of me.” He was doing everything he could to increase my anxiety, rolling the crystal glass from one hand to the other. He had long fingers, the black onyx ring he wore a piece he’d had for years. It was another symbol, every member of the Wild Boys owning one. I had a ring just like it in my jewelry box, waiting for me to return after finishing the tasks that were part of my vow.
“Why is that, Mr. Durante?”
He took a few seconds before answering. “Because I can either bring light into your meager life or crush what you’ve tried to accomplish. The choice is entirely up to you.”
As I stared into his intense green eyes, the color as mesmerizing as the man himself, I was forced to realize the situation I’d placed myself in was more dangerous than I’d expected.
I was locked in a room with a real predator.
And the beast had every intention of feasting on his prize.