“You don’t know the meaning of caring,” she was saying as she went to move past me.
I reached out and grabbed her arm, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Don’t do this.”
“Do what?” she asked, pursing her lips. “Don’t give you the time of day? Fine, I won’t.”
Tamping down my sudden flare of anger, I didn’t let her go. “I don’t think you heard what I said.”
“Oh, I heard you!” she exploded, pushing her finger into my chest. “I heard you just fine! You care about me. Big deal! It’s not going to fix this, Lucas!”
“Don’t you fucking walk away from me!” I raged at her.
Her eyes widened, and a cold boulder settled into my stomach. Those weren’t the words I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her that I was falling for her, that she made me feel in ways I’ve never felt before. But somehow, those words couldn’t come forward. Somehow, I could only keep hurting her.
“I’m sorry.” Loosening my grip on her arm, I cleared my throat. “I fucking lost control.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Is that all you have to say? That you lost control?”
My teeth clamped together. “You don’t understand. I’m a Don. I can’t lose control.”
I always had to be in control. I had learned long ago to be in control of every aspect of my life. Because if I was, no one else could be. But with Leda, everything she did took that control out of my hands. She could ask me to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge right now, and I would seriously consider it.
I cared that much about her.
Leda let out a bitter laugh, her gorgeous eyes flashing with anger and tears.
“You know what, fuck you!” She exclaimed. “Why can’t you just admit something for once and not worry about your fucking title or how you need to be in control? Why can’t you be honest with me?”
The anger curled in my stomach. “Careful,” I warned her, grinding my jaw.
“Or what?” she asked angrily, her finger stabbing against my chest. “Tell me, Lucas! What the fuck are you going to do? Are you going to throw me over the terrace?”
I narrowed my eyes. Did she really fucking think that I was going to kill her?
“Or are you going to fuck me to teach me a lesson?” she challenged. “Are you going to show me what aDontruly is like?”
My cock roared to life as I grabbed her around the waist and pushed her against the wall, trapping her underneath my body. “Is that what you want, Leda?” I asked harshly, feeling the excitement override the anger. “Do you want me to fuck you to show you what a Don is really like?”
She pushed at my shoulders hard, but I refused to budge. Instead, I covered her mouth with mine. This wasn’t a kiss full of passion but one colored with anger. My lips bruised hers and Leda let out a muffled cry, her hands batting at my shoulders. But slowly, slowly I felt her kiss me back, confusing the hell out of me.
Blood pounded at my ears. I wanted to be buried inside her so much that I could taste it. The thought of being with her overrode any fears I had that she was going to wipe her hands of me because of my actions the night before.
She wanted me. I couldtasteit in her angry kiss. I could feel the passion vibrating through her body.
She wanted this just as much as I did.
Tearing away from her lips, I gripped her thighs, prying them open. “Take those off.”
“No,” she told me, lifting her chin. There was defiance in her gaze, and it only drove me crazy with need. With a growl, I gripped the fabric and ripped the yoga pants open. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, and a shiver of need rushed through my head. My ears were practically ringing, and the only thing I cared about was to bury myself inside of her.
With my free hand, I unleashed my throbbing cock. Leda squirmed under me futilely as I hauled her upright. My knees pinned her thighs against the wall and my cock pushed into her soaking wet cunt.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I pushed myself deeper, expecting her to return the favor.
“I hate you!” she shrieked instead, clawing at my shirt. “I fucking hate you!”
I pulled out a little before I slammed back into her, feeling her body quiver in response. My hand came up against her throat, and this time, I closed my fingers enough to feel her pulse quicken.
“Tell me how much you hate me,” I whispered against her neck, biting the tender flesh there.