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“It’s no concern of mine.”
“How can you be this way?” I jerked to my feet, sweeping the sheets around me.
“Because this is my home, and you are my guest.”
“I will never want you. Get it through your head.”
He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed. “Do you not know how much your body quivers when you’re near me, your breath little more than ragged pants as the hunger swells inside of you? You may try and protect yourself, Giada, but your body already betrayed you. You wear your desire for me in every movement you make, the quick glances of your eyes, the excitement when I enter a room. Even now, your pulse is racing, the anticipation of what I’m going to do more thrilling than any experience you’ve had in your meager life.”
“My meager life? You mean the one you disrupted? I could never want a man like you. I had plans and that didn’t include this… atrocity.”
“Plans,” he said, laughing, his eyes shimmering with delight. “Tell me something, sweet Giada. What plans could a mafia princess have?”
“Julliard, you fool. I’m a violinist. A damn good one. I was just accepted to the institution. I was leaving this horrid world behind. Then… you.”
Guest. I was nothing but his prisoner, a woman he hated simply because of a legacy and actions that I’d had no part in. I’d never felt so hopeless, the loss of my entire family something he couldn’t understand, and I wouldn’t be able to get over. Nothing was supposed to go this way. I jerked the sheets tightly around me, moving toward the window. The view outside was breathtaking, spectacular in every way, yet as I gazed on the expansive ocean, a feeling of hopelessness crushed my resolve.
I’d never play my beloved instrument again. I’d never bask in the glory of being on stage. I’d wasted my breath bothering to tell him. I was the fool here, not him. As I stared out onto the water, I felt his heated gaze remaining. Maybe he was trying to determine what horrors he was prepared to inflict. Fuck him. I would never allow him inside my mind.
Or my heart.
I was far away from home. There was no lifeline, no safety net with regard to Sevastian. He was my captor, my fiancé, and someone I longed to eliminate, but some rational side of me knew that was impossible. From where I stood, I could see several men walking the area, both around the grounds close to whatever structure I was in and further out toward the beach. They were soldiers. They carried guns: assault rifles. There was no way of escaping, no possibility of turning back the clock.
This was my life.
I sensed movement and stiffened, clutching the sheets as if the slight barrier would keep him from fulfilling whatever need remained in his mind. His expression wasn’t entirely different than the one he’d carried at the restaurant. Lust had mixed with a crazy moment of obsession. He’d claimed me the second he’d shoved his cock inside. I closed my eyes, taking shallow breaths as another wave of electric stimulation pulsed into my system. Why was being around him so difficult? Why were my nipples aching for his touch, his wet mouth, the way his tongue had swirled around both hardened buds until my entire body had been left aching?
I heard his heavy footsteps as he approached, every long stride making me cringe. While he remained a few feet away, he’d blocked me from any possibility of getting out of the room. I continued staring out the window, trying to memorize details, but my mind remained foggy.
“Take a look outside, Giada. You’re now in paradise.”
“A cage is still a cage, Sevastian, whether it’s in a damp basement surrounded by darkness or a gorgeous setting in some faraway land. I’m not a bird. I deserve to be free. While you saved my life, you can’t accept the fact I have no interest in belonging to you or having anything to do with your family. You simply believe that by snapping your fingers or gruffly ordering your men, you can make anything happen. Let me give you a hint. I’m not a thing to be possessed. I’m a living, breathing woman who will find her own happiness, and I assure you that it has nothing to do with you.”
He said nothing at first then started clapping. Of course, he meant to incense me, acting as if my words were just a fine performance.
“I will keep that in mind, Giada, but the fact remains. You were gifted life. I could have solved several problems by allowing you to die in that fire. You owe me.”
“Fuck you, you bastard.”
I wasn’t just shocked, I was horrified. Without thinking, I flew in his direction, slapping my hand across his stubbled face. The sharp cracking sound filtered into the room, managing to echo in the dense space. I immediately took a step away, horrified with my actions, almost tripping over the sheet as I clutched it more tightly against me. There was no doubt how a brutal Russian thug would act.
He rubbed his face, taking several deep breaths, then just as I’d expected, he snatched my wrist, immediately backing me away then dumping me onto the bed. As he crawled over me, I struggled beneath him but there was no chance I’d get away. He was far too strong, ripping both arms over my head, securing my wrists in one hand.
“My rebellious yet beautiful fiancée. I suggest you remember who owns you,” he said in a husky tone, cocking his head from one side to the other as he stared down at me. His fingers dug into my skin with enough force I was certain there would be bruises. He seemed pleased with himself, as if branding me with marks heightened his desire.
I was sick inside from realizing how excited he was, his cock pressing against my stomach.
“Get off of me.” The sheet had slipped enough to expose one breast, my taut nipple giving away my arousal.
There was fire in his eyes, a burning need to take what he believed belonged to him. His actions were more aggressive than before, but his need was just the same. The past continued to haunt him, defining him as a man just as this moment would mean a shift in the twisted relationship we’d been forced into.
His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving, and he shifted my legs apart with his, slowly lowering his head until he pulled my nipple into his mouth. The vibrations were incredible. I was so wet, my pussy aching.
I didn’t want to respond, falling into this unbridled hunger that neither one of us could control, but as the sensations dancing along several inches of skin, I arched my back. He was masterful in providing pleasure, pushing me to losing all my inhibitions. He kept my arms locked over my head as he teased me, swirling the tip of his tongue around my aching bud.
Being locked in a room with this man was abhorrent, but his scent fueled the longing, his musky aftershave intoxicating. The hard raspy sound of my breath only fueled the eruption of fire when I should be pushing him away.
Even with my mouth closed tightly, moans pushed from the slight seam, giving him an indication that I wanted this. My entire body was alive with flames that could never be extinguished. He took his time, savoring his prize. There was no way to shut off the rapture, every muscle tingling as he swept me away to another reality.
