Stepping closer, my hands skimmed along her arms. I brushed the hair from her neck, my lips barely leaving a mark against her skin. She tensed beneath my touch.
“Sienna…” Trailing one finger down her spine, I heard the soft gasp escape her lips.
She jerked away from me, holding a t-shirt in front of the skimpy camisole she’d worn beneath the white button-up that now hung open. “No.”
Heat flared in the pit of my stomach. I liked it when she fought back. When she pretended she didn’t want me just as much as I wanted her. In three steps, I had her backed against the closet wall, my hands braced on either side of her shoulders. Our noses nearly brushed as she glared up at me.
“Why won’t you just give in?” I growled. “Why do you always have to be such a hardass all the time?”
Her chin jerked higher. “I’m the Don now.”
“And I don’t give a fuck.”
SEVEN
SIENNA
His words sent fissures down my spine, cracks breaking through the wall I’d tried to place between us. Flames licked at my core as his mouth devoured mine, my hands trapped against the wall as he took what he wanted. At first, I fought back, twisting my wrists beneath his hands, pushing against him, but that only made him more vicious.
Flipping me around, his knee pressed between my thighs. I could feel his hot breath against my neck, lips skimming the sensitive skin there. With one hand holding my wrists prisoner over my head, Dante’s fingers yanked the edge of my pencil skirt over my hips. A tearing sound ripped through the air, a chill creeping up my spine. The lights flicked off, leaving us in darkness.
I wanted to be angry with him. Pissed off. Still, I couldn’t ignore the heat flaring at my center. I liked it when he got rough. When he tried to overpower me. But I didn’t want him to know that.
“Get off of me,” I growled, trying to wrench away from him.
“No.”
The white button-up jerked down my shoulders. It took him about two seconds to snap my bra free, the cold wall pressing against my nipples. I gasped at the sensation. Dante’s hand skimmed across my ribs, cupping my breast before squeezing it.
“Admit it, Sienna. You enjoy this.”
I gritted my teeth. Yeah, I did enjoy it. But I wouldn’t admit it to him.
He rolled my nipple between the pads of his fingers, eliciting a hiss from my lips. “Admit it.”
His hands slipped between my thighs, locking my ass against his hardness that I could feel so clearly beneath the fabric of his suit. Fingers swirled against my clit, trying to draw the admittance in smooth, gentle strokes that made my hips buck against his hand. I could feel his smile against my skin.
“If you don’t like this, we can certainly do something else.”
Before I could say a word, I was spun around and thrown over his shoulder. My breath rushed out of me as my stomach hit his shoulder, but I was too speechless to say anything anyway. I’d never seen this side of Dante before. Was this what he had been like before? When he was wild and free to fuck whoever?
Is this what he’s been doing all these years? The thought makes my stomach drop in anticipation. We’d never asked each other what we’d done before, though we both knew we weren’t exactly virgins. Still, I’d never had anything like this done to me before. I’d never had a real man throw me over his shoulder to take me to bed.
He dropped me onto the mattress, hand pressed against my chest to keep me down as his other worked at the tie around his neck. The room was dark, but the lights of the city outside outlined his every movement with a soft glow. Watching him, seeing the muscles along his forearm flexing as the tie loosened, made me want to feel them for myself. His hands snagged my wrists again, leaning over me, looping the tie around them tightly like handcuffs. His scent washed over me—heavy smoky tones of sandalwood, ambergris, and bergamot. It distracted me, nearly making me forget that I was supposed to be struggling against him right now.
I was the Don. And the Don did not get tied up.
“Why are you still fighting me?” His words tickled the skin along my jaw. Teeth grazed my neck, making me flinch.
Dante pulled back, storms writhing around his pupils. “Do you trust me?”
Did I trust him? Him? The enemy of my family? The man whose father wanted to see him in my place?
“No.”
His smile looked feral, curling at the edges of his lips. “Good.”
I felt heat sear the outside of my thighs as he slipped my panties over my knees. The thin fabric hit the floor without a sound. I could only watch as he kissed his way back up, tongue flicking out to taste my already hardened nipples.