Not because she might physically hurt me.
But because she could do something far worse.
My walls were there for a fucking reason.
And no way in hell would I allow Leda D’Agostino to bring them down.
Chapter 28
Lucas
The next morning, I woke with a shitty headache and a throbbing cock, forcing me to take care of business in the shower before I could even get my day started. After putting on my custom black power suit, I jogged down the stairs, and found Rocco waiting for me.
“I want her watched,” I told him, ignoring the buzz of need that threaded through me at the mere thought of her. “No one goes in; no one even fucking looks at her.”
“Is that really what you want?” Rocco raised an eyebrow. “You want her watched, but nobody actually keeps track of her? That’s going to be fucking hard.”
I gave him a murderous stare as I walked past him toward the door.
“You know what I mean. Remind her that she’s my prisoner.”
“Yes, Don,” he answered and he opened the door. I walked out into the dreary day, feeling the smattering of rain against my face. It would do nothing to improve my mood today. Which suited me just fine.
I spent the majority of the night dreaming about Leda, about her under me, about her riding me, about her whispering words in my ear that I never wanted to hear.
Words that I eagerly echoed in the dream.
She did something to me and didn’t even realize it. This had to stop now.
I slid into the SUV, pulled out my phone, and tapped it against my leg. I had business today, and where business normally gave me my pleasure, instead there was a need. A need to climb back into bed with Leda. The need to see her and to touch her.
It was nearly unbearable, and I needed to turn off that part of my brain today.
“There was a list waiting with her breakfast tray this morning.”
The SUV started down the drive and I glanced at Rocco, who still had that shit-eating grin on his face. “What?”
Rocco crossed his arms over his chest. “She made a list of things she wants.”
I smiled inwardly. Only Leda would feel like she could make demands. “What sort of list?”
“You can read it if you’d like,” Rocco responded, pulling out the small piece of paper and handing it over to me. “Figured you wanted to.”
I took it and read the elegant handwriting. Leda had requested a few beauty products, some real clothing, and books.
She wanted books, nonfiction preferably, maybe with some suspense. There were even a few authors listed, and an unexpected chuckle escaped me. “She knows she’s a prisoner, right?”
“Was that what you’ve been telling yourself, boss?” Rocco asked, arching a brow.
I glowered at him before looking at the list again. Normally I would have laughed and crumpled the paper, not giving it another thought. After all, Leda wasn’t here on some leisure trip. She was supposed to be suffering.
Yet something deep inside gave me pause, and I swallowed hard. “Get her this shit,” I told Rocco, handing the list back over. The surprise on his face was priceless.
“Yes, Don.” He tucked the list in his shirt pocket. “I will make sure it’s done today.”
I ignored him, flipping through my phone idly to bring up my emails. It was out of character for me to give in so quickly and readily. Rocco knew it, which was why he was looking at me with that shit-eating grin on his face.
The trip didn’t take long, and when the SUV pulled up to the warehouse, Rocco was the first one out. It took me a while to get used to the habit of someone else opening my own door. I was too used to stepping out first and surveying the scene before opening it for Cosimo. Old habits died hard.