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The ugly words filtering in the back of my mind were true enough, yet the feel of her in my arms, the way our bodies meshed was a distinct grab at my desires. I rolled the fingers of my other hand down the length of her back, cupping her rounded bottom. The reminder of the marks I’d left on her skin was a powerful aphrodisiac, but I hungered for more. By the end of the night, I would strip theprintsessaof any notion that she would keep me from experiencing every inch of her luscious body. I would take what now belonged to me, forging a new path in a powerful regime.
Whether or not she gave her approval was of no consequence to me.
I purposely pushed away, grabbing her wrist and yanking her into the room. Like clockwork, the piano player I’d hired had slid behind the baby grand, his fingers tickling the expensive ivories.
The music was melodic, haunting, and exactly what I’d told the man he would play. I gave Giada no option, ripping the coat from around her shoulders and tossing it aside. When I placed her on the chair, she gave me another hateful look. I knew it was one of dozens I’d see over the course of the next two months.
Two fucking months.
I had business to finish, men to hunt down like dogs. Being saddled with an unwilling partner remained a distinct liability, but tonight I would indulge.
If for no other reason than allowing her to feel the full effects of my power.
When she moved her hand, I knew exactly what she was reaching for. I yanked both her arms onto the table, snapping one hand around them.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
“Retrieving something I should never have allowed you to have.” I slid my hand between her legs, marveling in the feel of her soft skin. She tensed, her mouth pursing. The feisty vixen knew exactly what I was doing.
I eased the knife from its hiding place, immediately sliding it into my jacket. “You won’t be needing that any longer.”
“Bastard.”
“Absolutely.” I glanced around the empty restaurant before taking my seat. There was no need to call for the waiter or snap my fingers. Within seconds, the young man appeared carrying a bottle of wine, the same vintage I’d ordered the sommelier to provide to my blushing bride.
Giada was appropriately embarrassed, the warm blush capturing her cheeks giving another rise to my already aching cock.
She turned her head away, pretending she could ignore me. As the waiter poured my wine first, adding more to her unfinished glass, I sat back in my chair, studying her intently. She’d turned into a ravishing beauty, completely removed from the gangly teenager in a ridiculous puffy dress. However, even then she’d been rebellious, unaccepting of her surroundings or her place in the world of dangerous criminals.
But her eyes hadn’t changed, the verve and tenacity even more intense. She kept her face away from me, her nose wrinkling as she concentrated on the gothic chords filtering through the room. While I loathed anyone not giving me their full attention, it allowed me a precious opportunity to study the armor of steel she’d erected, every bolt firmly in place.
She was aseksual’nyy kotenokunderneath her façade. And I did so adore sexy kittens. I drummed my fingers on the table, growing impatient with her irritating ability to ignore me. At least being able to study her quirks provided worthwhile information. I’d already been able to tell when she was lying, could sense her fear.
And she was terrified of me.
“A toast,” I said, lifting my glass.
Giada continued her game of cat and mouse, taking her sweet time before turning her head in my direction. While she wrapped her fingers around the glass, she didn’t bother acknowledging the customary reply. “What are we toasting, the destruction of your family?”
Touché.
She’d shifted from tiny kitten into a tiger. The lioness would come later. I allowed my gaze to fall to her dress, the stunning color accenting her eyes. In the flicker of candlelight, they sparkled, highlighting her mischievous nature. There was nothing more I wanted than to peel away her dress, exposing my prize underneath. The first glimpse of her creamy ass cheeks had provided quite a stir before, just as the thought was doing now, my cock firmly pressed against my zipper.
“Did you know about this before? Last night when you bothered to save me?”
Her question wasn’t a surprise, yet I contemplated my answer. “I was told only today of our impending marriage. Does that surprise you?”
“Nothing about you surprises me.”
“Is that so?”
“That is very much so.”
“Do go on. What do you expect that I’ll do next?”
Her smile was coy but practiced. The gawky young woman had turned into a powerhouse of her own, using seduction as her method of destruction. “You’ll order dinner for both of us, attempting to find out what makes me tick in order to use it against me at a later time. Then you’ll spend some time pretending like I’ll enjoy spending time with a monster. After that, you’ll take me to some fancy hotel where you’ll fuck me even if I object. How am I doing so far?”
There was no reason for her words to rile me, but they did. She’d been far too accurate as to my plans. I took another sip of wine, contemplating my next moves. Why not mix up the evening, destroy her primitive instincts about the man she was destined to marry?
