“Your owner,” I told her.
Her eyes hardened, and my cock throbbed painfully in response. It had been a while since I saw such defiance. If I were a less patient man, I’d have already buried myself in her tight warmth. “There are rules,” I continued. “Rules that you will follow.”
“Or what?” She challenged. “You’ll kill me? I’ve already come to the conclusion and accepted that fate, asshole. I know I’m going to die. So, you know what? Why don’t you take your best damn shot.”
There it was—that last bit of defiance that I needed to stamp out. What I had planned for her was worse than death. “Drop the sheet,” I growled.
Much to my excitement, she did the complete opposite. Her hands tightened around the silk. “Make me.”
Very poor choice of words.
Chapter 7
Lucas
Blood rushed through my veins as I closed the distance between us and grabbed the back of her neck, my thumb pressing against the great vein that jumped under my touch.
She had no chance to react.
“Let me go!” Her eyes flared with panic as she struggled in my grip.
“Drop the sheet, and I’ll let you go.” I said softly, noting the green flecks in her eyes. Why in the hell was I noticing that particular part about her? “Can’t have it both ways, Princess.”
She struggled against my hold, and I had to bite my cheek to keep from pulling her body into mine. Hell, I knew I was fucked in the head. I enjoyed the fight, the way that it felt when someone was giving me a run for my money. After living for years being on the bottom, no way in hell was I about to give up my throne at the top.
I had been taught well.
“Let me go,” she seethed as I allowed my hand to slide into her soft hair. Fuck, she smelled like fresh oranges, my favorite. And even though I knew that her clothes were hand-picked for my entertainment, I doubted her scent had been.
I released her abruptly and Leda stumbled.
She didn’t see the knife until it was too late.
In one swipe, I had the sheet in half, hanging from her hands. Her belly was uncovered and my cock twitched.
“But I on the other hand,” I murmured as I tucked the knife back into its hiding place in my coat as I drank in the view. “Canhave it both ways.”
Fear and rage flickered over her features. She let the silk sheets fall, and gave me my first unobstructed look at her breasts as they rose and fell under the flimsy material. The dusky color of her areolas pressed against the sheer material and I swallowed hard, my cock hard and painful inside my pants.
Her fear, coupled with the way her body looked, was driving me insane. Something I hadn’t expected out of her. I knew the moment she walked onto that stage that I had to have her—that Ineededto have her.
And I was right.
“There are rules, Princess.” I repeated, pressing her up against the wall with my body. Her soft curves molded to my body; my cock pressed into her stomach, and I watched as her eyes widened. “Rules that you’ll learn one by one. Rule number one: Your name means nothing to me.” Carmine D’Agostino’s days were numbered. To the rest of the Dons, he no longer wielded power.
I did.
“Your father is nothing more than an old fucking man who is about to find out what it means to lose everything.”
Leda didn’t tremble like I expected her to. Instead, she lifted her chin and stared me straight in my eyes. “What makes you think I care about my father?”
She might not have given a shit about her father, but she was going to fucking care what happened to her.
I took a small step back and hooked my finger around her already tilted chin. “Rule number two: You belong to me, Princess, no one else.”
“What if I don’t want to belong to you?”
I let a cruel smile across my face. “Then I’ll march you back onto that fucking stage and let those leery bastards bid for your virginity. Hell, for a few million more, I’ll let all of them take a turn after the winner takes it.”