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"Tell me." He growls, "Are you a virgin?"
"No," I snap, and his scowl deepens.
"Are you lying to me, because if you are..."
"No, I am not." I set my jaw. "Why would I lie to you about that anyway?"
"Good," he growls, "because I am tired of your impertinence."
"Impertinence?" I scowl. "I am simply trying to show you just how backward you are in your thinking."
"Take a good look around you. Where do you think you are?"
"Somewhere in Italy, with someone who kidnapped me and brought me here and is holding me captive and not even telling me what he wants from me."
He pauses so suddenly that the breath catches in my chest.
I sense his gaze on my face deepen and glance up, then wish I hadn’t. Blue eyes, bottomless and cold. In their depths is something unfeeling, something inhumane, something that causes my muscles to stiffen, my pores to pop. The hair on the nape of my neck rises.
"Wh…what?" I clear my throat. "What is it?" I force out the words through a throat gone dry, "What do you want from me?"
"I told you," he drawls, "your father owed me, I took you in payment."
"And what are you going to do with me?"
His lips twist, and I flinch.
I tilt up my chin, keep my gaze trained on that cruel, beautiful, gorgeous face of my captor. "I mean, other than that…"
"Other than what?"
"Of course, you want that. It’s why you brought me here."
"Want what?" His lips curl.
"You know," I scoff.
"No, I don’t." He holds my gaze, "Why don’t you tell me?"
"Sex," I snap, "you want sex with me."
"That’s too easy."
"What do you mean?" I scowl. "Obviously, it’s why you took me and brought me here and are now trying to impress me with your wealth, and power and control, and your stupid dominance—"
"You think I am dominant?"
"Unfortunately, while I wish I could say otherwise, I have to concede that much to you."
"At least, you are honest."
"At least, you are…" I search for a suitable adjective. "Not bad looking, for a kidnapper."
He blinks. "I wasn’t aware that was a quality one needed to have to suit the role."
"It’s important." I bob my head up and down, "Very important. I mean, if you were old and fat and had onion breath…" I shudder, "it would be so much more worse."
"You taking the piss, Drama?"
