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“I wanted you then,” I hissed. “I don’t anymore.”
“Ah, my Angel, you expect me to believe you have not missed my touch? That you are not already wet for me?”
Why did that voice of his have to be so deep, so fucking sexy? I wanted to turn around and rip out his vocal cords, just so I couldn’t torment myself with the prospect of him using it to seduce other women who looked like me.
“Fuck you, Matteo.” I grumbled, yanking my head away from his wander
ing lips.
“You should be careful, Angel. I’m a dangerous man now. I do not tolerate disrespect.” He stepped away from me, as if the sound of that nickname in his voice wasn’t enough to bring the threat of tears to my eyes. As if the teasing torment of his breath on my neck had been nothing but a game. “I have business to tend to tonight,” he said as he straightened his suit like he was a gentleman and not a deviant who’d just violated my space. “I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow for dinner.”
“That will never happen.” I laughed, turning to look at him over my shoulder only briefly. He had to be kidding me.
“Cara mia, you will be ready and waiting, or I will feast on you instead.”
I gasped. “Go to hell, Matteo.”
“I’ve lived in Hell for twelve years, Angel mine. It is time for me to feel the sun again.” With that, he moved to sit in the chair behind his desk.
"What does that even mean?" I asked, and he tilted his head to look at me thoughtfully. "You don't even know where I live," I pointed out, turning the sterling silver knob on the door and pulling it open.
"Ivory," his voice called out, and I paused in my steps to go over the threshold. "I mean it, Angel. You will be ready for dinner at seven."
"Or what?" I whispered, raising my chin and turning to face him. "I won't have sex with you. I won't ever make that mistake again."
"We will see about that," he smirked, picking up his pen once more. "You're too naïve to know when you're playing a very dangerous game. I am not a man you say no to."
Donatello appeared in the doorway, eyeing the tension between us. "Miss Torres, may I be of some assistance?" he offered, seeming to want to dissipate the anger pulsing through the room. My heart thudded in my chest. I couldn't say what it was about Matteo's threat, but I knew he meant to make good on it. However, that would happen.
"No, thank you," I snarled, feeling badly for the older man as I turned and stormed toward the door. "I'll show myself out."
"Ivory!" Matteo called behind me, but I kept walking. I didn't stop, even when I heard Donatello's steps following me.
"Miss Torres," he pleaded, but I ignored him as I fumbled through my purse to dig out my keys. I had a moment of panic where I thought the gate wouldn't open when I got to it, but as soon as I put my car in drive it started to open. Whether it was Donatello or Matteo who ordered the guard to let me out, I didn't care at that moment.
I was too concerned with the fact that if he'd wanted to keep me there, he could have.
There was one thing I was sure of; Matteo was even more dangerous to me than he'd been twelve years ago.
And there was no way in Hell I would ever see him again.
Over my dead body.
Five
Matteo
I turned my glare Donatello's way. A lesser man would have cowered under the weight of it, although it wasn't actually aimed at him. Not intentionally.
That right was reserved for the angel who'd just fled like I wouldn't follow her into the pearly gates themselves to drag her back with me. "Send Scar to follow her home and get me everything she's been up to for the last twelve years." My older friend nodded, turning and striding out the doors with his cell to his ear - already calling Scar no doubt. "Don? I want him on her 24/7 but tell him to be discreet for now."
He didn't speak, just nodded his understanding as he made his way out the front door. Scar was already waiting at the curb, one of the BMW's being pulled up by another one of my guys.
Satisfied that he would catch up with her, I turned back to stride through the halls of my too-empty house, all while the knowledge that it wouldn't be so empty for too much longer settled in me. I'd have Ivory there regularly soon.
There was no other option. She'd settle into her new reality, eventually.
She didn't have a choice, since I wouldn't let her go again.
