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She scolded herself. She was better than that. She hadn’t come this far for her mind to be clouded by a man she found unfortunately mesmerizing. She couldn’t stop looking at him and denying herself the sight of him now cost her gravely.
After a few more moments went by, the sound of an electronic doorbell going off startled her. Her mind raced. What if it was Tobias? What if he had a gun and shot Elliot. The thought drained her of all her blood.
While she thought up frantic scenarios that decimated her resolve, she turned her head to the side to see Elliot’s broad muscled curved back. He was dressed in nothing but black silk drawstring pants. He opened the door.
“Good evening, Mr. Knight. The usual.” A young male voice said.
“Thank you, Keith,” Elliot stepped inside, and closed the door, bearing two boxes of pizza in his hand.
He carried it over to the table. The clank of plates being placed on the marble table top reached her ears. Her tummy growled as the aroma of the food stirred her taste buds. She was so hungry she could eat both pizzas by herself.
“Sit and eat,” Elliot said. Half of her wanted to refuse, like a stubborn brat and she’d be correct for behaving that way.
“Am I going to have to spank you every time I want you to do something?”
That did it. She marched angrily to the table and picked up the plate Elliot had piled with three huge slices of pizza and placed in front of the chair next to his. She grabbed a can of soda and chose instead to sit on the opposite end of the long table.
Nothing tasted as good. Nothing would match this. Vivian started to eat demurely, but soon her hunger drove her feral and she chomped off big bites and then had to spend an inordinate amount of time chewing them.
She took a sip of her drink, then another bite. Halfway through the third slice, satiation started to settle her down.
“If you want to get back at Tobias, I’d be better use to your cause if you killed me. Why are you still keeping me alive?”
Chapter Eight
Elliot allowed his gaze to slowly glide over the woman who sat opposite him at the far end of the table. She disliked him that much, she couldn’t sit next to him.
He grinned but then the scent of her pussy, his senses drenched in now, filtered through. His cock hardened. His balls ached. His blood roared at him to take her. Part her lovely thighs, and suck her pretty clit into his mouth until she writhed through her orgasm. He wanted her to wet his face with her honey-silk cum before he parted her soft folds and drank from the center of her pussy. She was his wife, legally. He owned her. Well, he owned her for as long as he wanted to play with Tobias. He could have her any time he wanted.
He’d never been short of women. It went with the image of him being a rich bachelor and that he was powerful. But no woman had ever done this to him. What exactly he couldn’t quite put into words. She displaced him. Made him feel restless. He wanted to fuck her, make love to her, lock her away so that no man ever looked at her and then go out and kill anything that could possibly threaten her. She disrupted him.
All his life he had mastered his emotions, choosing vengeance every time, never showing anyone a weakness that might be used against him.
He more than anyone understood what his brothers Parker and Silas had to do to give in to the woman they loved. They had made a choice to have it both ways. Power and love. They would have succeeded if Cristo’s sons’ hadn’t believed they could take down the Knight brothers to honor their father who didn’t deserve it.
Cristo didn’t have a reason to come after their father. He had left the Kamaras mafia with only the clothes on his back. He wanted his departure from the family to be peaceful. He had been tired and wanted to bring his boys up so that they lived normal lives. But Cristo needed to exert his power years after they had left Greece and changed their names. They started the war and it was going to end with Elliot himself.
Now she wanted to know why he kept her alive.
“I like to play with my prey,” he said simply.
“I don’t think you should underestimate Tobias. He will come for me. He needs to come for me and when he does he’s going to end this farce of a marriage and marry me. He wants my family fortune. He wants to resurrect the Antonelli family again. I don’t have to tell you the power Tobias can amass as my husband.”
Fuck. He hated every time the name Tobias fell from her luscious lips. In his mind, he ran a scenario of clamping her clit with a pair of electric prongs and then setting it off whenever she said his name.
“But he’s not your husband. I am. And before you assume I married you for the tomb of treasure the Antonelli family has hidden, firstly, I read the contract your father signed with Cristo. The gold, diamonds, and bonds will only be freed if you marry no one else but Tobias. Second, I have more money than your family could have ever accumulated in two lifetimes.”
“And then. What happens to me after you’re bored playing with your prey?”
“You’ll be sent away to live a long full life in comfort, protected and doing whatever you want to do, except I’ll still own your body and I’ll kill any man who touches you.”
He didn’t need to analyze his words. He didn’t need to psychoanalyze his thoughts. His killing any man that touched her or fuck made her laugh or smile, had nothing to do with how he felt about her. It had everything to do with their code. A Knight bride was a Knight bride for life.
She frowned. She was smart.
"You won’t annul this marriage?” she asked, her breath caught in her throat, her face flushed and panic rimming her beautiful eyes.
“This marriage will be consummated.” That was a universal mafia law when it came to brides and marriages. She had no choice in the matter. “You’re mine for the rest of your life, Princess. You’ll carry my name until the day you die.”
