“Move,” I order, my voice rougher than I intend.
Calina glares at me, fire still burning in her eyes, but I catch the way she flexes her wrist where I touched her.
She felt it too. And that realization only makes me want her more.
We pile back into the limo, two of my men, Calina, and me.
Calina sits directly opposite me, exactly where she was earlier. Only now there’s no sister between us.
I can see her nervousness in the way she keeps twisting her fingers on her thigh, in the way her eyes dart around the interior of the car. She’s trying so hard to look brave, giving me that sharp, defiant stare like she can intimidate me with sheer willpower.
Thankfully she isn't talking this time. Then her mouth opens.
“So… are you really that desperate?” she asks, voice dripping with mockery. “You can’t find a single woman willing to marry you, so you have to blackmail one?”
I ignore her, staring out the window.
She doesn’t stop. “You must lead such a sad life. What a pathetic man you are, so undistinguished that no woman will have you. You actually have to force one to become your wife. How embarrassing.”
I slowly turn my head and look at her.
“Shut up.”
“Or else what?” she challenges, lifting her chin.“What are you going to do? If you’re already tired of me before we even started this marriage, maybe you should just take me back.”
Something dark and hot flares in my chest.
I lean forward slightly, my eyes going slowly down her body. The flimsy dress she’s wearing clings to her curves, her full breasts pressing against the fabric with every angry breath.
From here I can smell her, something soft and feminine, warm skin and faint perfume that makes my cock twitch.
I want to reach across this car, grab her by the waist, and drag her onto my lap. I want to fist my hand in that dark, wavy hair and pull her head back so I can sink my teeth into her neck. I want to rip that dress down and fill my hands with her tits, squeeze them, taste them. I want to spread her legs right here and see how wet she gets when she’s scared and angry and fighting me.
Fuck.
I’ve never wanted to ruin someone this badly.
“Maybe you’re right,” I say, my voice low and rough. “Maybe I should take your advice. Turn around and go get your younger sister instead. She seemed quieter.”
Fear flashes across her face for the first time.
“No,” she says quickly. “You’re taking me. Not her.”
I don’t answer. I just keep staring, letting the silence stretch between us while filthy thoughts run through my mind.
I can practically feel how soft her thighs would be wrapped around my waist. How good her hair would look tangled around my fist.
She keeps talking, trying to piss me off, throwing sharp little insults to get a reaction. I tune out every single one of them.
When the car finally stops in front of my estate, I step out first and motion for her.
“Get out.”
She climbs out and looks up at the imposing mansion, lights glowing in several windows. Her lip curls.
“So this is the hellhole you live in.”
I step close, close enough that she has to tilt her head back to look at me. Close enough that I catch another hit of her scent.
