Page 5 of Revenge of Sin

My mind races back to Vincenzo not wanting me to wear panties.What once made me wet and needy as he talked dirty to me and instructed me to touch myself over the phone now just pisses me off.Sick, perverted son of a bitch.That’s what I think of him now.

I scour the massive walk-in closet for anything that could be used as a weapon but the heaviest item in the space is a pair of heels.Visions of poking his eyes out with one of those Louboutin shoes dance through my mind, but I force myself to focus on something real and test the strength of the rod a multitude of long dresses hang from.

This I can use.

In two minutes, I have the dresses on the floor and the rod pulled from its place between the shelves.

Let him come, he’s going to learn exactly how determined a Cassone can be, because no matter what, we don’t quit, we don’t surrender to the fucking enemy.I spin the rod around in my hands, testing its weight with a swing, as a sharp rap on the door alerts me to the arrival of the enemy.

I inhale a deep breath as a key rattles the doorknob, and the door slowly begins to open.I’m going to have one chance, and one chance only.I’m going to have to make it good, because I need the element of surprise.

With the bar raised over my head, I sidestep behind the door—waiting, trying not to even breathe as Vincenzo DeLuca walks into my room decked out in his fancy black suit, immediately looking toward the bathroom realizing I’m no longer in bed.

And that’s when I attack.

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Vincenzo

Isense her just before a heavy object lands right below the back of my head, sending white hot pain searing behind my eyes.Growling through the discomfort I turn, capturing her arms as she raises the steel bar to do it again, this time directly in front of my face.

My hands squeeze hard.“Stop.”

Anna’s tears and red eyes as she glares almost gut me.This was not what I had planned for our first conversation since rescuing her, but I have to remember I’m just the enemy to her.A DeLuca, a rival of old man Cassone’s, her father.Even though he’s long gone.

I hold her firmly.“Drop the bar.”

She shakes her head, her eyes filled with mistrust and hatred.

My voice lowers.“Don’t make this worse than it needs to be.Drop it, princessa.”

She swallows causing my gaze to shift to the length of her neck and the rapidly beating pulse at the sensitive base between her neck and shoulder.Her nipples pebble beneath her thin gown causing my cock to shift against the seam of my pants.No matter what’s happened, the chemistry is still undeniable.“Let go, Anna.”

Her voice cracks.“I’ll drop the bar, but I don’t want you to touch me.Get your hands off of me, Vincenzo.”

Christ her voice shakes so bad it makes my stomach turn.

I release her in an instant while taking the bar from her grasp.Anna has been through far too much to go through anything more again.

Knowing restraints of any type is a hard limit for her causes my jaw to lock.I swear under my breath, determined to rein this back in, take control of the situation and get her to listen to me, to explain what’s happening here, but reconciliation of any type is hardly what the little hellcat has in mind.

The minute her hands are free, she steps back and drives her foot right into my fucking groin causing me to groan in agony while trying to stop her from racing out the door.

I grip her shoulder from behind, grabbing her mid stride, grasping her waist and tossing her onto my shoulder as I kick the door shut and haul her ass back to bed.I dump her unceremoniously onto the mattress, barely able to speak with my balls buried into my stomach.“Stay there, and don’t fucking move,” I groan.

Anna glares at me with defiance before I walk to the door grimacing through the throbbing of my dick while looking back to make sure she stays exactly where I put her.I lock the door and return to the bed, sizing her up as she slinks under the covers and cowers closer to the headboard as though the distance between us will protect her.“You think I want to hurt you?”

Her dark brown eyes meet mine head on.“I know exactly what you want.A billion-fucking- dollar reward.That’s enough to get you to lie to me, kidnap and pretty me up for the buyers?Let me guess, Bastian Gallini is on his way to pick me up, finish what his brother was too fucking weak to do?Hand me over to the dirtbag, I don’t give two fucks anymore.”

Anna’s disdain cuts deep.So deep that for a moment I don’t even have a response.She really thinks I’m capable of hurting her when nothing could be farther from the truth, but now’s clearly not the time to get into that because her mistrust of me is far too deep-seated and my fucking dick and the back of my head hurt like I just got hit with a fucking tank.

“Go back to sleep, Anna.I’ll have someone bring you something to eat.Try not to hurt them or it will be the last drink or meal you receive for a while, and that’s a fucking promise.”

I close the door, locking it behind me, already half filled with remorse at the tone of my voice and what I said, but I won’t have the very staff protecting her used as targets as she tries to make her escape from the only safe place there is for her on earth right now.

I head into the master suite of my penthouse right next door to her bedroom and toss the steel bar onto the couch before heading into the bathroom, placing a washcloth under cool running water, and ringing it out to put at the base of my head.

Mother fuck that little woman has a swing, and the force of that foot took perfect aim.I swear my dick’s going to be on fire for a week.I can imagine Delz, the Cassone daughters’ personal bodyguard and now employed by Massimo Roselli, teaching her that move.And if my dick weren’t throbbing so fucking bad, I’d admire him for teaching her so well.