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“I’m having lunch with my grandfather.”
He grabbed my arm, his fingers marking my flesh as he dragged me away from the gate. “Only good girls get privileges. You’ve just lost yours. Get in the car.”
He opened the passenger door and forced me inside the car. Marcello was so much stronger, and with his massive body hulking over me, it was impossible to fight him.
“Try to run again, and I’ll handcuff you to the bed.”
“Ooh, foreplay,” I joked. But as our eyes met, I startled at the chilling look on his face, and a wave of fear rolled over me. I held up my hands in surrender. “Fine. I’ll behave myself.”
He leaned over me to grab the seatbelt and winked. “Good girl.”
Marcello got behind the wheel and flew down Founders Way like we were on the Autobahn. I clutched the door handle and leaned back against the headrest.
With only five properties on this road, we arrived at the Salvatore Estate in a flash. Marcello acknowledged a few of the armed guards, who lowered their heads in reverence. Large wrought-iron gates opened for us. He drove onto the estate, skidding to a halt in front of a covered garage that housed a fleet of cars.
Mario Andretti’s evil twin slid out from behind the steering wheel. Within seconds, he ripped open my door and lifted me over his shoulder, dragging me toward the house like a caveman.
I slapped his back, arms, and that tight ass I wanted to sink my teeth into, my fists pounding with fury. “Put me down! I can walk on my own.”
Marcello released a wicked cackle that sent shivers down my spine as we entered the foyer. I fought him all the way up the stairs, which was pointless and a waste of my energy until he set me down at the top of the landing.
“Asshole!” I shoved my palm into his chest. “Why are you treating me like a child?”
“Because I can’t trust you not to run again.” Marcello’s cell phone dinged with several text messages in a row, and he read them with a scary smirk. “You shouldn’t have run.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
After we entered my bedroom, Marcello inched toward me. I walked backward and groaned when my elbow hit the bed post. A flicker of desire sparked in his eyes, sending a ripple of pleasure down my arms. He pushed me onto the mattress, moving his knee between my thighs.
Is he going to kiss me?
Marcello grabbed my wrist, raising my arm above my head, and breathed against my lips. “I gave you some freedom, and this is what you do with it.”
“Get off me!”
I lifted my knee to kick him, but he was too fast. Marcello grabbed my leg and laughed as I struggled to fight back.
“Think about escaping again, and I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t walk for a week.”
“Sounds like fun. You gonna tie me up and take me over your knee?”
That was about as far as I’d ever gotten with Luca. A kiss, one time, many years ago. He looked disgusted with himself afterward, like the thought of kissing me was repulsive. Then he took me over his knee, bound my wrists and ankles together, and spanked me like a rotten child.
It was hot.
Hell, I even begged him for more. And that was the last time he touched me.
His cell phone dinged with a new text message. Probably another message from Luca, the king of the dicks. A laugh escaped his throat as he slid off the bed. My handsome captor grinned, his eyes traveling up the length of my body.
“See something you like, asshole?”
Marcello glanced at the room’s corner. I couldn’t see anything past the crown molding, but I assumed there was a camera. He tipped his head, then walked away.
“Wait!” I sat up as he reached the door. “Where are you going? I need to eat.”
“You should have thought about that before you ran,” he said before he locked the door behind him.
The Salvatores had caged me for years. Why did I expect anything different from them?
