Would he spank me again? A secret thrill ran through my body at the thought of his hand on my ass, drawing out the spark of pain that had nearly sent me into an orgasm alone. I hadn’t known that I could like something like that—equal parts humiliation and equal parts pain.
What else would he draw out from within me?
There had been a moment today that I had caught a glimpse of him climbing out of an SUV when it pulled up under the balcony. I had crept over to the curtains and watched him interact with what probably was his second-in-command.
I wondered where he had gone and what he had done during that time. Did he go to taunt my father about having me in his grasp? Was he gloating to the other Dons about the fact that I was back here at his mansion, waiting for his touch?
I felt like that would be the worst of it all: the idea that I was here, waiting for him. The power he held over me with that simple action ofneglectwas more than I could’ve ever expected. He knew he could move on with his day—even with the D’Agostino princess in his home—but he knewIwould agonize every little decision.
Well, two can play that game, and he was about to see what sort of princess he had acquired.
Chapter 21
Leda
The door suddenly opened, and I turned to find the object of my thoughts coming through the doorway, a tray in his hand.
He was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, the collar open at the neck and his shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing that tattoo I had seen on him earlier. Did he have other tattoos?
It was only a matter of time before I would find out.
“Good evening,” he stated, setting the tray on the small table near the balcony. “I trust your day went well?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, rewarded with the way that his eyes drifted to my raised breasts that were barely contained in the sheer material.
I did my best to put on my annoying spoiled brat voice. “I am bored.” I pouted.
He arched a brow, and my insides quivered. How could a man possibly look so unbelievably sexy by just arching his brow?
“Bored? Princess, you are a prisoner. It’s not my job to fucking entertain you.”
“Still,” I replied. “There should at least besomethingto do in this room. I mean, do you really expect me to just sit around and stare at my nails all day? I want entertainment, Valentino.”
His gaze narrowed, and I gave myself a mental high five. This was going to be easier than I thought. He wasn’t someone who got a lot of challenges, apparently, and this was a challenge that he definitely didn’t see coming. “I expect you to stay in this fucking room and not cause trouble.”
“Oh?” I asked innocently as I dropped my arms and let my robe fall open. “What kind of trouble could Ipossiblycause?”
His eyes drifted over my exposed skin. Just the thought of his eyes raking over my skin sent my nipples puckering to a painful point, but I kept my chin high. This was all about gettinghimoff his game, not aboutmebeing seduced by him.
Valentino wasn’t a seducer by any means. He was a conqueror.
It was time I gave him a little push. “You know that D’Agostinos love to stir up trouble.” At the wordtrouble, I teased the robe apart—just enough to give him a better look, but not enough for the full thing.
“Is that so?” He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked, well, maybe amused, which meant I wasn’t there just yet. I needed to step up my game, piss him off where he least expected it.
I knew exactly how to do it.
I nodded and tipped the end of the tray with my hand suddenly, the dishes sliding to the floor. Mentally I mourned what looked like a delicious pasta dish splatter against the carpet. Oh well, small prices to pay. The sauce spilled out of the bowl and splashed onto Valentino’s slacks. He looked down at the ruined fine material of his pants.
This was certainly working out better than I could have even imagined!
“Why did you do that?” Valentino growled, meeting my gaze. Oh my. He was visibly pissed, his jaw clenched tightly, so tightly I thought I could hear his teeth cracking.
“Because,” I said flippantly, even tossing my hair back to further irate him. If I was going to do this and likely starve tonight, I was going to go all out. “I don’t want to eat if you can’t give me what I want.”
“And what exactly do you want?” he echoed, his eyes narrowing.
I let out a little huff, as if he were irritating me. “Quit repeating my words. I know you can hear just fine. I have certain requirements that I need if you want me to stay in this room any longer. I mean, just look at these sheets. They’re nowhere up to par with what I want.”