I grabbed a couple of silk ties from the wardrobe of suits I kept on the plane and returned to the bed. Holding her bare foot, I wrapped the silk around her ankle and secured it to the bed. Then I took the other tie and secured one hand as loosely as I could to the top of the frame.
I stared at her, lying there bound to my bed. But as well as the familiar heat, was the sense of something lost. I shook off the unfamiliar feeling of regret.
She must accept my dominance—just like everyone who had sworn allegiance to me. By going through with the pregnancy, she had made that choice.
I walked out of the cabin and locked the door. If she started to yell, no one would listen. And she would not be able to hurt herself secured to the bed.
She would be mad when she woke. But there would be time enough to address her attitude problem once we arrived on Isla Donna.
Desire surged into my cock at the thought of the battles ahead.
But as my body heated, I forced the coldness into my heart to destroy that hollow ache. The same coldness which had kept me alive as a boy and eventually made me as ruthless and successful as my father. My true father, Don Salvatore Rocco.
The man my mother had thought she was saving me from when she had run from the Rocco family. Just as Mia had attempted to do when she kept her pregnancy a secret from me. I let my anger at that decision return to destroy the pointless regret.
My father had been my salvation. Just as I would be my child’s.
I owed it to Salvatore Rocco and to my legacy—not to mention that beaten, terrified boy—never to allow what was mine to be threatened.
And that included Mia now. And our baby, whether she liked it or not.
I would be the victor. Because unlike my father, I would never make the mistake he had—of trusting anyone too much, least of all a woman.
And certainly not a woman who had already betrayed me once by not informing me she carried my child.
Chapter Nine
Mia
‘Hmm.’I sighed, my body clumsy with sleep, my mind drifting on a sea of relaxation. But as I stretched to relieve the kink in my shoulder, my wrist snagged on something, and I couldn’t lower my arm.
I opened my eyes, reality beckoning me. Suddenly Vito wasn’t a hot erotic dream anymore but a disturbing memory—tying my arms and legs, sitting me on his lap and kissing me into submission.
Then I became aware of the engine noise and the night sky visible through the plane window next to the bed I was lying on.
I was on the plane. His plane.No, no, no.
I lurched upright, only to be jerked back onto the satin bedspread. I struggled to get into a sitting position again, but I couldn’t raise my left hand—or my right knee.
Then I spotted the silk wrapped around my ankle.
What. The. Actual. Hell! He’s tied me up again.
Far worse, though, was the realisation I had missed my window of opportunity to escape him in England.
Mia, you idiot. You fell asleep. And let him get you on the damn plane.
My head dropped back on the bed. I used my other hand to cradle the baby growing in my womb. And tried to calm my breathing.
Tears of anger and frustration leaked out of my eyes to trickle down the side of my face. I brushed them away with my free hand. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
But this was bad. Very bad. How was I going to escape him now?
At least I didn’t feel exhausted anymore. I decided not to think about how ironic it was I’d slept so well while bound to his bed.
I had no idea what he intended to do with me. But given his line of work and the fact he’d had no compunction about kidnapping me and flying me out of the UK, I had to accept how ruthless he was. And how hard it was going to be to get away from him.
No one knew where I was. Even if Evie figured out my disappearance was Vito’s doing, she would have no idea where he’d taken me. And she could hardly go to the authorities when we had both said nothing for over five months about my night with a mafioso and the baby I was carrying.
