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He took a deep breath, curling his fingers. “You’re going to sit down at the table. We will share a meal like a civilized couple. Then we will plan our wedding. And after that…”
He was full of hatred and rage, a dangerous combination. I couldn’t allow my body’s betrayal to drive me into his arms. I’d rather die than be touched by him.
“To hell with you. Perhaps we should call it an evening, so things don’t take a turn for the worse.” I was smothered by the blast of scents he exuded, sandalwood and cinnamon, the combination strange but as seductive as the man himself. If he thought he would ever discipline me again, he would learn about the ruthless side of me.
He chuckled darkly, obviously amused by my words. “I don’t think so,printsessa. Tonight is about getting to know each other intimately. Last night you were trying to hide your true identity. Now, you toss it around as if it matters to me on any level.”
He hadn’t known who I was. Now I understood the reason my father had sent Isabella and me out of the country, not just for protection but also for anonymity, allowing me to change as I grew. I’d lived right under Sevastian’s nose for almost two years and still, he hadn’t recognized me.
A lump formed in my throat, my nerves more on edge than I thought they’d be. “That’s not going to happen, Sevastian. I have no intention of going through with this marriage.” I skirted around him quickly, more out of self-preservation than anything. The look in his eyes as I passed was entirely different than last night. Colder. Fueled by an unknown anger. The ugly incident that had occurred between our families had spawned hatred.
When he wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking me against his chest, my suspicion was confirmed. I would pay for the sins of my father as Sevastian would for his.
I yelped, pain jetting straight to my eyes. The bastard tightened his hold, breathing across my face and neck. The same reaction from the night before happened, desire rushing to the surface. “Let me go or else.”
“Or else what,printsessa? Are you going to run home to Daddy and tell him I was mean to you? This marriage is going to occur on our birthday, and I assure you that that means in every way, including in my bed. Does it pain you to know we share the same day of the celebration of our births?”
Shaking, I refused to acknowledge the pain, thoroughly disgusted I’d thought of him as anything else but a venomous snake.
“What happened to the savior from last night, Sevastian, or should I call you the great motivator? Just because you know I have Vincheti blood in me doesn’t give you the right to treat me as an inferior to you. From what I can tell, you’re nothing but a thug.” I sensed I’d infuriated him, his hot, ragged breathing a clear indication.
He spun me around with enough force I teetered on my heels, slamming my fists against him to keep from tripping. His eyes were half closed as he stared down at me. For some reason, he seemed much taller than the night before, more impressive in size. I sensed he was still debating what to do with me.
“What’s wrong, Russian? You can’t quite figure out how to handle Italian royalty?” I’d pressed too far. There was no doubt in my mind. What I expected to happen was far removed from what did. There was a monster hiding behind his perfect façade, a savage beast.
“It seemed you enjoyed the mouth of a Russian as he gave you an explosive orgasm. Tell me,printsessa. Would you like more?”
I was flabbergasted by his rude question as well as the hold he had not only on my body but my mind. If I answered with a lie, he’d see right through me. As I finally opened my mouth to retort, he upped his game, digging further into my inhibitions.
He crushed his mouth over mine. While the moment was shocking, the passion erupted between us like a volcano jetting toward the heavens, all consuming. And just as I’d done the night before, everything around me faded away.
* * *
Sevastian
Insolence.
The little Italian princess was unapologetic about her rebellious nature. She believed she had a choice in whether or not we were getting married. Hating her was the only option in my mind but when she looked at me with her innocent doe eyes while spewing insults, my resolve started to crumble as it had done the night before.
It had been much easier to be her savior than the man she was supposed to marry, an enemy to her family. I was certain she’d been taught we were nothing but brutal thugs, making it easy for her to condemn my family as easy as it was for me to loathe hers.
I was furious with myself for letting go, the need to consume her overtaking every rational thought. I’d planned out the evening, fresh from the recent unsatisfying kill, methodically. My plan was to seduce her on this night, driving away what was left of her innocence, leaving her with hungry fantasies to consume her dream and waking thoughts. Then after the marriage, I’d lock her away, stripping her of everything precious. That would only be the beginning of breaking her.
Then perhaps, if she could fulfill my needs, I’d mold her into the perfect submissive wife. Once I’d rounded the corner moments before, laying eyes on her long dark curls and angelic face, I was forced to realize the battle would be entirely uphill.
Her fisted hands relaxed as I rolled my hand to the back of her long neck, digging my fingers into her soft skin. The curve of her body fit against mine perfectly, a creature meant to become mine. The kiss was already testing the thin line of love versus hate.
The swell of emotions was bittersweet, the need to drive my cock deep inside her pretty pink pussy overwhelming. The scent of her desire from the night before had remained with me for hours, lingering just centimeters from my nostrils. Her panties had been placed in one of my dresser drawers. The way she’d fought to save the little prick of a man had been admirable. Having her in my arms was a fucked-up compensation for saving her from being sullied by such a lowlife.
She repaid me with arrogance.
Another lesson would be provided. This time it would be the kind that would leave her begging for more.
Then I’d ignore her.
When she eased one arm around my neck, curling her long fingers in my hair, I almost lost control, allowing her seduction to take the lead. I reminded myself once again that she was the spawn of my enemy and deserved the harshness of a life she’d never wanted. Another roar of need crashed through my system as I explored the dark recesses of her mouth. She tasted like sunshine and ripe cherries, the combination far too irresistible.
Stay in control. She’s not important.
