“I think you preferDaddy.”
My hands clenched into fists. “Fuck you.”
He chuckled. “By the way, my wife will be treated like a queen, but—”
“I’m not your fucking wife. Yeah, yeah. I get it.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. And unlike what you assumed, I don’t mind doing chores. I’ve been doing them my whole life. But what I don’t get is how any of that is gonna make me change my mind and love you, Domenico.”
“Love? Who said anything about love?”
I blinked, confused. “Isn’t that the point of all this? Break me until I come willingly to you, be your wife for real and finally be yours?”
He laughed. But it was full of anger and derision as he spun and glared down at me, nostrils flaring. “You are already mine, and in no time, you’ll be a needy little slut begging for my cock. You got it all wrong, little kitten. I don’t want your fucking love.” His gaze and his expression darkened. The darkest I’d seen from him ever. And his voice dropped an octave. “I want your pain. Your fear. I want every ounce of your hate.”
My heart shrank at the sick revelation. “You already have it.”
“No, not all of it. Even that you wouldn’t give all to me yet.” The predatory gleam in his eyes held me in place. “So, by day, you’ll mop my floors, cook my food, plunge knee deep in my mud and hate me some more.”
“Why?”
“Because, my little kitten, my pet, my captive, by night, you’ll warm my bed even better when I fuck your brains out with the best hate sex of your life. And I can’t fucking wait.”
CHAPTER 29
Domenico
She hated to be watched. Stalking my prey was my favorite part of the hunt. So I watched, and she hated.
My gaze feasted on her body as I allowed her a brief shower with me before she was off to work. My eyes didn’t lift off her ass while she scrubbed the floors of my bathroom and kitchen naked. Her body lit me on fire just by looking at it. My cock swore at me every second I kept it in my pants when it needed to be inside her.
Watching her without letting myself taste or touch was painful but worth it. The beast inside me didn’t agree. He was hungry, starving, ready to devour. My hunter’s patience was its pure torture. If I was being honest, I didn’t know how long I could keep him at bay.
“I need another shower before I make dinner,” she said, hunched on the floor, her back to me as I sat at the kitchen table, never showing me her front. As if I couldn’t swirl her or order her never to give me her back. I enjoyed the view of her ass too much to care, though.
“Just wash your face and hands. After dinner, I’ll give you a bath myself.”
She paused scrubbing for a moment. Did she like my promise or fear it? I tilted my head and got a good look at the side of her tit. The jutting out hard nipple answered for her.
She tossed the scrub in the bucket. “At least, give me something to wear. It isn’t sanitary to cook naked.”
And she was shivering. Catching a cold was never fun and would interfere with my plans for her. “You can use one of the maids’ aprons.”
“You’re so fucking generous.”
“And you need a lesson in respect.”
“Because I swear too fucking much?”
I chuckled. “Si, si.”
“Men do it all the time. Your kind more than any. You don’t get to preach here.”
“I don’t constantly insult the people I should respect, like my capo, my family, and I wouldn’t have certainly insulted my wife.”
She threw a glance at me over her shoulder. “I thought we agreed we weren’t husband and wife.”
