Son of a bitch. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hair dangling over my face as I heard the elevator ding and open. Then a sudden fear of his feeling my wetness through the treacherous fabric when I was pressed to him like that pinched my heart. “A-are you really taking me to my place?” I tried to create a distraction.
“Yes. Don’t worry. I won’t kidnap you. Not yet.”
Mental eye roll. “AndTinoauthorized this?”
“Do you think I’m that stupid to just take hisdaughterout of his house in the middle of the night, especially when there’s a crazy fuck on the loose? Even as your fiancé, I don’t get to do that.”
“You’re not my fucking fiancé, Domenico.”
“Tell that to yourdad,” he said, and I could feel the smirk on his face.
“Tino isn’t my dad either,” I seethed. “My name is Nicole Baldi or has everybody forgotten? Because I sure haven’t.” Couldn’t. Despite how much I hated Tino, sometimes I wished he’d been my father. Neither I nor my sister would have been ruined forever.
When we reached downstairs, he put something wooly on me. A coat? “What about changing?”
“Oh now you want the outfit I chose for you?”
I’m gonna rip this asshole in half.“I can’t just leave in pajamas, and I didn’t tell Lina I was leaving.”
“She already knows and told me to remind you of her suggestion and to tell you to have fun.”
That little deviant.
“And I just gave you my coat because even though you’re an ungrateful brat, I don’t want you to get cold or want anyone to see you in these silk pajamas, especially when you’re not wearing anything under it.”
My jaw fell, and another stupid, uninvited throb found its way between my legs. Again. He must have found out I wasn’t wearing any underwear when he fucking spanked me. Or worse.
The cold air stung my skin within the brief distance between the entrance and the car he put me in. An awful awareness of my hard nipples hit me. He must have noticed those, too.
Once we were both seated in the back, he gave the driver my address and didn’t say a single word all the way to my apartment building. My mind, on the other hand, was buzzing with so many words.
Did Domenico really think he was my fiancé? Tino would have never let him near me—even if it was just to guard me—if they hadn’t made things fucking official. What the fuck? Tino couldn’t force me to marry against my will, could he?
A lump clogged my throat as the answer came clear no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise. Considered me his daughter or not, Tino did whatever Tino wanted. He could and would force me or anyone else to do whatever he wanted done. And he wanted me to marry from the Mob, to make me one of them so I’d be silenced and controlled, so I’d stop knocking some sense into my sister’s head.
If there was a thing I’d learned about Tino Bellomo, it was that when it came to having and keeping my sister, there was nothing he wasn’t capable of.
Rage burned through me, and I jerked my head toward Domenico, about to snap. But then I swallowed my anger along with the lump in my throat. Snapping wouldn’t solve anything. It might make things even worse. I needed to be smart about this.Deviant.
I might have disapproved of Lina’s plan at first, but now I was starting to think it was exactly what I needed to get out of this trap. Besides, this asshole deserved it. He snatched me out of my bed in the middle of the night, spanked me, twice, went through my stuff, called me an ungrateful brat, interrupted my orgasm and thought he could just make me his little obedient wife without my consent.
Rocco Siffredi of the Mob and Massimo’s doppelganger, you are really an asshole and you leave me no choice.
As the driver got my bags out of the car, I shot a glance at Domenico and imitated one of his smirks.
He raised a brow. “What?”
Game on.
CHAPTER 11
Domenico
The second the driver put her bags inside the condo and left us alone, she gave me back my coat. “Now what?”
I studied her place instead of raking her body up and down in that purple silk. It didn’t cover the details of her body or her nipples that looked like little rocks or the wet stain between her legs. Fuck, I’d bet my right arm she was masturbating when I came into her room.
My cock jerked, and I walked away, scanning the place, making sure it was clear, reminding myself of why I was really here. To protect her. To show Tino I was worthy of her. To show her she could trust me.
