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As if there was any armor that could hold back the evil in our world.
I expected him to drag me up the stairs, locking me behind the same closed door until he was ready to dole out the punishment he’d promised, but instead, he guided me through the house. He said nothing, taking long strides directly into a room, closing the door behind him.
Then he moved toward the window, turning his back to me. The way he’d been on the beach had been frightening, accentuating the ache inside. However, the sight of the soldiers and the ugly towers, the realization that I’d been placed in an exquisite tropical prison had hit me harder than I’d expected. It was devastating in a way, but at least the rose-colored glasses had been ripped off permanently.
There was a presence about him, his soldiers obviously respecting him tremendously. What I didn’t think he realized is that their loyalty wasn’t about his physicality or ability to end their lives if he deemed it appropriate. They trusted him to make the best decisions, and to keep their families safe.
He’d built a fortress not as a means of lording it over his employees that he had money, but to provide a level of protection they wouldn’t have otherwise. What struck me as odd is that he didn’t seem to like himself.
He’d seemed more powerful at that moment, his looming figure creating wave after wave of explosive energy, but the stark ice I’d seen in his eyes had intimidated me. Even worse was the silence. He was disgusted with me, furious. What I still couldn’t understand was the level of hatred I’d also seen. Whether or not it was directed at me, or I’d become the focus didn’t matter. It was the reason he’d agreed to this toxic relationship in the first place.
If only it was easy to shut down the connection we shared, but both of us were locked into a vacuum of lust and need that would never let us go.
“Who were those men, Sevastian?”
“They refused to talk.”
Both our families had enemies, which meant the men could have been working for anyone.
He threw me another look that nearly stripped my breath away.
Every time he turned to face me always took my breath away. His aura. His prowess. Just the way he devoured me with his eyes was intentionally disturbing, but I’d also never felt so wanted in my life. “I didn’t claim to know how to play by your rules. You’re right. I was kept protected in a glass bubble just like my sister. The only difference was that I wanted to learn. I demanded to be taught how to shoot, trying to be exactly like my brothers. My father humored me to a point, but that ended the day after I turned thirteen years old. A coincidence? I don’t think so.”
He seemed to study me, picking through what I’d told him. “Were you told about the attack on my family’s house?”
“No. That part of business was never discussed at the dinner table.”
After a few seconds, he nodded. “Your father commanded his soldiers to abduct my sister. That’s a line that is usually rarely crossed. If I hadn’t been there, she would have disappeared.”
The horror of what he was saying affected me tremendously. I blinked furiously, another damn round of tears threatening to derail all the false strength I believed I had. “I’m sorry, Sevastian. I don’t know what you want me to say, but if your hatred of me is because of what happened, I can understand it, but I won’t be your victim. I’m not my father just like you aren’t yours.”
Goddamn the man. He continued to keep his eyes pinned on me, his jaw clenched so tightly that his mouth was pursed. “I wanted to crush you, Giada. I longed to take away something precious like your father almost did to my family. Tatiana isn’t the same girl, nightmares plaguing her.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
His expression was dark, stone cold, a man trying to remain completely detached from what he was facing.
But as the electricity sparked between us, the air getting thick, I knew he was debating my fate and perhaps his as well.
He rounded the desk, placing his gun on the edge then heading straight for me. Then he stopped two feet away, taking several deep, ragged breaths. “Come here.”
Maybe I should continue hating the man, at least fearing him, but it was impossible, the draw too intense. The need had become so intoxicating that I couldn’t breathe when thinking about not being with him. That was sick, so much so that I wanted to run away but it was impossible. I would accept whatever punishment he required. Then I would lose myself in the sadness.
I walked closer, until we were only inches apart, ready for him to rip off my clothes, tossing me over his desk and whipping me until I would wear his marks for days.
As he gripped my upper arms, pulling me closer, I sensed a sudden change in him. He couldn’t be the ruthless predator with me that he’d wanted to be. He refused to accept the darkness that had nearly overwhelmed him.
Then as he crushed his mouth over mine, I allowed myself to feel the full depth of his dominance for the first time. Whatever we’d become, there was no turning back. He was my savior from a world of darkness just like I’d become his. I’d never wanted something as badly as I wanted this man. There was no rationality to it, no perfect answers.
The kiss was a deeper eruption, satisfying our utter starvation. He drank from my mouth as if there would never be another time, his lips guiding mine, pushing me into a place of no return. As he teased me with his tongue, lights pulsed around my periphery of vision, blinding me. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he raked his other along my spine. Every touch was more powerful than the one before, his lips evoking tremendous passion. Every sensation seared portions of my skin, the heaviness I’d felt earlier floating away. I’d never wanted anything like I did at this moment, no longer caring whether it was right or wrong.
He swept his tongue back and forth, his growls matching my ragged moans. As he jerked up the bottom of my dress, cupping my buttocks, a series of shivers coursed through me. He spun me around, backing me up by several feet, grinding his hips back and forth. He was rock hard, his shaft throbbing with enough power my mouth pulsed.
When he finally broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip, his growl deep and husky. Then he pulled away, his eyes dripping with lust.
“Tell me you want me,printsessa. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
I was breathless, fighting to focus, but the answer was so easy. “Fuck me. Fuck me long and hard. I need you inside of me.”
