He shrugs again, like he’s having the most casual conversation.“You’ll need more time to get used to the idea.”His eyes glint with something darker, possessive.“But don’t be mistaken.Youaremine.”
“You are delusional!”Desperate, I swipe my arm over the table, shoving the plate with the desserts toward the edge.Damiano’s hand moves out on reflex and he catches it a fraction of a second before it goes crashing to the floor.His other arm loosens from around my waist, just enough to allow me to break free and bolt.
Clearly, I haven’t thought this through, because now I blindly run toward the sleeping area with no plan in mind.I only know I have to escape him.There are two doors leading to guest rooms, one on each side of the hallway, and the third one across which leads to the master suite.I yank open the door to the right and slip in, quietly closing the door and looking for a hiding place or a weapon.But before I can decide what to do, the door opens so violently it crashes against the wall and I scream.
Chapter Twenty
Damiano
My hand flies out on reflex, catching the plate before it goes flying.My little flower uses the momentum to break loose and run.
A primitive thrill runs up my spine.She should know better than to run from a predator.
I rise slowly, unhurriedly, my muscles coiled tight, my control stretched thin.My eyes drop to the plate.The desserts are still intact even though the plate is smeared with streaks of chocolate and melting vanilla.Methodically, I scoop up a glob of vanilla ice cream with my finger to bring it to my lips, sucking it off my digit.
So sweet, like her.
My blood pounds in my ears.My vision tunnels.My beast is rattling its chains as if sensing it will be released to come out to play.
Soon.
I take one step after another in the direction she took off to.In the sleeping area, my eyes land on the carpeted floor and I can see her small footprints going into the guest room on the right.I shove the door open hard, wanting nothing in between my prey and me.
There she stands, frightened but defiant.She is clutching a bedside lamp in her hand, the cord dangling down to the floor.“D-don’t come near o-or I will hurt you!”she threatens.
My nostrils flare.My flower, my perfect queen,mine.
Our gazes are locked.I stalk closer.
With a cry, she flings the lamp toward me but I catch it easily in my hand.I wrap the cord around my other hand and yank it off of the lamp, sending the device crashing to the floor while keeping the cable.Step after step, I stalk toward her as she retreats until her back is plastered to the floor-to-ceiling window.I am so close now that our bodies touch every time she inhales.Her eyes are huge, fear clearly visible in the green depths, her breath coming out in short gasps.Slowly, I reach up and stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers.She jumps at the contact and her gaze flies to the door behind me.Before she can make a run for it, I have her throat in my palm and her wrist held up above her head.She struggles, trying to dislodge my hand from her throat with a helpless whimper.
“Oh, my little flower,” I murmur darkly against her lips.“I still haven’t taught you not to run from me, have I?”
She struggles harder, glowering up at me.“I will never stop.You can’t keep me locked up forever.”
“That remains to be seen,” I reply grimly.I grip both her wrists and tie them together in the front with the lamp cord, being careful not to tighten too much.
“W-what are you doing?”she asks indignantly.
I don’t reply.She needs to be disciplined.
Tugging at her tied wrists, I haul her to the bed.Unbuttoning her jeans proves tricky with her struggling, but soon I am sitting on the edge of the bed with her belly on my lap and her torso on the mattress.I lower her pants down her legs, and seeing her ass in those little black lace panties nearly undoes me.
I tear them off of her with a loud ripping sound.“Stop struggling, sweetheart.Submit to me.”
“Never!”she yells, then yelps loudly when I bring my hand down on her ass with a loud crack.
“W-what are you doing!Stop!”
Two more smacks resound, followed by her howls.
Her desperate struggle makes her rub against my rock-hard cock.Fuuuck, I am going to come in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
“You have been a bad girl, running from me.”
Smack.
“Hiding from me.”
