Page 58 of Wrong Pawn. Right Capo.

As soon as I feel his fingers on me, I whip around to tell him off, but his feet are already off the floor. Of course. What did I expect? Adriano already has his hands wrapped around the kid’s neck, pinning him against the wall in a deadly chokehold.

“Stop it!” I snap, trying in vain to wrest his fingers from around the kid’s neck. “Adriano! He’s just a kid!”

Adriano brings the boy’s ear to his lips. “First, I go wherever the fuck she goes. And second, you do not fucking lay a hand on her.” Then he slams him against the wall before throwing him aside like a rag doll.

Huffing out an angry breath, I storm into the fitting room. Adriano follows closely behind, shutting the door tightly behind us. I turn around immediately, leveling my gaze with his.

“Seriously?” My fingers reach to push my hair out of my eyes. “You could’ve killed him!”

“He wouldn’t be the first,” he says indifferently, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“You can’t just go around trying to murder people to ease your twisted ego. Especially not when you’re with me!”

He takes a couple of steps forward. “Put the damn dress on.”

I scoff. “I’m not your pet to command.”

His eyes darken instantly, his jaw clenching tightly.

“No. Pets obey because they’re told to,” he continues with a certain conviction. “You will obey because I’ll make you want to.”

“You’re delusional if you think I’ll ever submit to a monster like you.”

“Oh, you will,” his lips curl devilishly. “I will own every scream, every gasp, and every drop of wetness you leak for me. Your body knows it already, and I have no fucking problem proving it over and over again.”

“Dream on! You don’t own me and you never will.”

“Never is a bold word, Principessa. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Something shifts in his eyes. Snatching the dress up, I take a couple of steps away from him. “Y-You’re just an unstable, power-hungry jerk.”

His mouth tilts slowly into a smirk. “No, Principessa. I’m the god you’ll worship by the time I’m through with you.”

For goodness’ sake, if he’d only stop flattering his ego. “Don’t even—”

Before I can finish, he shoves me around, reaching out to rip down the zip of my chiffon blouse. My pulse skips a beat.

“W-What…what are you doing?”

“Teaching you devotion.” He tears the blouse down over my shoulders, his fingers trailing roughly over my skin as he reaches the waistband of my shorts. My head is screaming no, but my entire body is frozen, like I’ve suddenly lost my ability to move.

His hands curl around my waist, popping the top button and sliding the zipper down so slowly that it feels like I might pass out from the friction. My pussy throbs violently, soaking my cotton panties with uncontrollable moisture.

God, I shouldn’t be doing this.

I shouldn’t… but his teeth graze lightly over my shoulder as he slides the shorts down, watching them drop to the ground. Then he turns me around, tilting my chin up until my eyes hold his.

The movement of his free hand is slow and deliberate as he moves it from my jawline, tracing it down my neck, over my collarbone, and then dipping it into my bra.

My breath catches in my throat as his index finger finds its way to my left nipple.

“You are mine! Get that through your pretty skull,” he growls, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. I swallow hard, unable to fight him. Even that tiny voice in my head has gone completely silent.

Suddenly, his lips swoop down to catch mine. My arms fly around his neck, fisting his hair to bring him closer while I climb to my toes, desperately trying to melt into him.

He’s like a virus I can’t get out of my system, no matter how hard I try.

His free hand slides out of my bra, reaching behind to undo the strap. The lacy thing drops to the floor. His mouth tears away from mine to latch onto my breast, his hand wrapping around my hips as he hefts me against the wall, his body pinning me in place.