It was a raw, guttural noise that seemed to come from a place deep within him.
The sound echoed through the space with primal intensity.
My heart skipped a beat.
Had my eyes been closed, I would have thought it was some hungry wild animal in front of me, ready to rip me apart.
To devour me.
I almost stepped back from Gianni.
Instead, I kept my hands on his unzipped pants.
The air around us crackled.
I looked at him. “You need to calm down.”
“I need to calm down. . .” His eyes darkened. His pupils dilated with heat. And then he curled his lips into this animalistic snarl. “Is that right, Princess?”
“Yes. You’re scaring me.”
“You should be scared.”
I tilted my head to the side. “Do you want me to take your cock out or not?”
“You don’t have any other option.”
“That’s pretty bold to say being thatyouare the one in chains.”
“Princess, I didn’t get to the top of my empire by being anything but fucking bold.”
I slid my fingers along the layers of tattooed muscle on his stomach. The contours of that six-pack were so sharp and chiseled. Heat radiated off his skin.
I was finding that touching his body was my new favorite addiction. “You must have been quite bold to get all your power, but. . .”
“But?”
“Empire or not, you'restillchained to the wall.”
The corners of his mouth lifted into an evil grin, “Chains are justtemporaryaccessories, Princess. Tomorrow I won’t be in them and. . .”
I quirked my brows. “And?”
“The Devil always remembers.”
My heart fluttered.
Was I scared?
Yes.
But not of him.
Not really.
I was scared of myself, of the way my body responded to Gianni despite the circumstances, despite the rough chains clinking against the wall each time he moved.
Despite my knowing what he had done to the other woman’s pelvis.
