“We’re having breakfast before I have to start my day.”
Am I supposed to feel treasured that he’s inviting me to eat breakfast with him? I don’t give a crap. “I’m not hungry.”
I roll over to protest his announcement. Maybe he’ll get the hint and leave me alone. After all, he certainly did that last night after we—in his bed.
I grimace, just remembering the incident. I don’t want to think about sex or think about him. And every second longer, the thought flitters through my head. I remember his hot, naked body.
No.
No.
No.
I mentally plug my ears and sing.
“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying.” Dante shakes his head and rips the blankets from my naked body.
“You bastard!” I screech and dive for the covers, which he has yanked off the bed. He’s stronger and far more forceful than I am.
My fists pound at him, but he grabs my wrists and pins me back against the wall. My nipples harden from the chill in the air.
We’re alone, just the two of us, and I’m naked. The door is wide open, and anyone could walk in. If Leone is nearby, he doesn’t give any indication of his presence.
“I’m the bastard?” Dante laughs. “Funny, considering you’re fighting me. I’m just defending myself.”
“You’re unreal.” I can’t believe him. Turning it around like I’m the bad guy. “You abducted me. Forced me to come home with you and locked me up in your precious castle. Do you honestly think you’re the hero?”
The smile disappears from Dante’s face. He drops his hold on me and takes a step back, and dusts off his jacket like I’ve just thrown fire at him.
His eyes flicker and narrow. There’s something behind those dark depths that draws me in so easily.
I blame the hormones.
“I only invited you to join me for breakfast because you’re carrying my child. It was a kindness I was extending. It won’t happen again. A guard will bring you three meals a day,” Dante says, and turns on his heel.
He’s unforgiving and fast. Dante storms out of the bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.
I’m never getting out of here.