He chuckled low and brutal in my face and clamped both my wrists together to leave his right hand free.
The sharp tip of the blade dragged down my neck toward my shirt collar. “You’re a live wire, aren’t you? Do you like this? Do you like me pinning you down while you struggle and moan?”
“You bastard!” I spat. “I hate you! Just go ahead and do it! I don’t give a shit anymore!”
That needle-sharp knife point tugged my collar down, and the point scratched lower toward my cleavage. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like it if I forced you. Then you wouldn’t have to admit to yourself how much you want it.”
“I hate you! I’ll kill you before I look sideways at you! You’re a prick! You’re scum!”
Even as I said those words, a jet of hot desire rocketed to my crotch. I saw myself heaving and breathless under his weight. I wrenched and thrashed in his grip while he held my hands above my head.
Could I really like this? Was this what I really wanted—for a guy to take complete control and make me want him?
I couldn’t wanthim. I could never think of him that way, not if he treated me like this.
All at once, I became aware of his face and mouth hovering mere inches away from mine. His hot breath puffed into my nose, and beads of sweat glistened like stars on his skin.
His body stretched to the breaking point holding me down, and I felt him hard and throbbing between my legs. His body convulsed once, and he instantly pulled away.
He stepped back toward the trees and pointed the knife at me. “Get back up to the house. If you try to escape again, the deal is off. We’ll track you down, and you’ll never see your family again.”
Chapter7
Dominic
Ileaned against the wall scrolling on my phone when Ariana’s bedroom door opened. She stopped on a dime when she saw me standing there, and her eyes dipped to the bulge of my holster under my left arm. “What do you want?”
I stuck my phone in my pocket and straightened up to smile at her. “I’m taking you into town to go clothes shopping.” I dipped my eyes once toward the T-shirt and sweatpants she had on from when we first brought her in. “You won’t convince anyone you’re Luca’s girl inthat.”
I savored the sight of her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Why can’t I go shopping by myself?”
I snorted out loud. “I don’t think so. You’d only try to escape again.”
She jolted. “How do you know about that?”
“The Padrino told me, of course. He told me you would try to use this shopping trip to make another escape attempt so I’d have to keep a close eye on you.”
“Padrino?”
“It’s Italian for ‘godfather.’ Jesus, don’t you even know that much?”
She turned away. “Do you always do what Luca tells you to?”
“Where you’re concerned, yes.”
She straightened up and confronted me. “So, you would stand by and watch while he let the Vittorios kidnap me? You’re not the Dominic I remember.”
Now it was my turn to look away. “What I would or wouldn’t do doesn’t concern you. Just understand that you won’t be escaping on my watch.”
“No, you obey Luca like a little lap dog, don’t you? Would you kill me if he ordered you to do it?”
“Maybe.”
That shut her up. She followed me downstairs, and I stood guard by her chair while she ate breakfast. She kept shooting me hateful glares while she ate, but I didn’t care.
This was Matteo La Rosa’s daughter. As long as I remembered that, her insults couldn’t touch me. As long as I remembered that, I would be able to cap her if Luca told me to. It would be a pleasure to take something that meant as much to Matteo as my parents meant to me.
I regretted going after Luca in the hall the other night. That was a mistake, and he showed mercy by not punishing me. I guess all three of us lost our heads a little that night when Dante and I first brought her in.