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His hard cock pushes against my leg and for some reason, that weakens me further. “Then you’d be disappointed.”
My voice almost breaks because that is an area that weakens me more than anything and possibly it’s the defeat in my voice that saves me because he lowers the gun and steps back a little, the interest showing on his face as he whispers, “A damaged angel. I kind of have a weakness for those.”
“What do you mean?” I’ve already forgotten the poor soldier hanging beside me. I disregard the fact we’re in a dungeon of sorts and I’m freaking freezing and I totally turn a blind eye to my predicament right now that could end with my brains decorating the dank, depressing walls. All I crave is more of his time and when he pushes me back against the rough stone, I almost expect him to cuff me against it but this time he presses in harder and whispers, “Perhaps I should fuck you against this wall and let my soldier watch. Perhaps I should strip you naked and let him have a turn. Would you like that, baby girl?”
“No!” Suddenly, my mind resets to default and the full horror of my situation hits me and his words unleash the demons inside that I have struggled to keep locked away.
“Please no.” The tears blind me as my past reaches out and punches me square in the heart. A panic attack builds and my heart beats frantically against my chest as if trying to make a run for it. The sweat chases away the chill and causes me to panic and as my eyes widen and the tears spill, I know he has the measure of me. He has found my Achilles heel, and he is stomping on it hard.
CHAPTER6
DOM
Now, this is an interesting development. Just the promise of humiliation has broken this woman more than any angry word or threat of violence. It’s as if I have stirred an unwelcome memory, something that happened in her past that’s scared her shitless. Her entire body is trembling with fear as she faces something so dark, she is more afraid of it than anything and, curious about that, I whisper, “What can you see, baby?”
Her eyes are glassy and it’s as if I’m not even here, and she whispers in a voice laden with fear. “I seethem.”
“Who?”
She stares directly at me and the pain in her voice is hard to ignore as she hisses, “Diana andhim.”
At the mention of that woman, I feel like smashing my fist against the wall. However, evidently Diana also made an enemy of her sister and in this moment, everything changes for Flora Corlietti. I recognize that expression of devastation. In fact, I own it because I see it every time I look in the mirror when I’m alone at night. It’s obvious we share something so devastating it may well be to my advantage, and so I change the direction I was heading in and do something alien to me. I relax my hold and pull her close against my body, and this time I protect. This woman needs it and for some reason, as she slumps against my body and my arms naturally lock around her, I like how it feels.
It doesn’t take me long to make my decision and with a cursory glance at my soldier, I growl, “I’ll deal with you later.”
His eyes fall to the ground, and I hope he’s learned his lesson well because I have no intention of doing anything other than roughing him up a bit and then setting him free to head back to his duties. The most important thing on my mind right now, is Flora and I sweep her off her feet into my arms, loving her yelp of surprise and the way her arms instinctively cling to me.
“What’s happening?” She sounds fearful and perhaps she should be because I am not letting her go anytime soon. If anything, her behavior has earned her my close protection, and that involves me by her side twenty-four seven.
“You’re coming with me.” I growl, giving her no indication of what fate has in store for her, and as we leave the chamber, I have a very different future in mind for her.
* * *
She is sofragile in my arms. Like a feather, in fact, and just as soft. Despite her similarity to her sister, this woman appears to be nothing like her inside. It’s confusing my feelings toward her and while I deal with them, I need her with me because letting this beauty go is not an option at all.
“What’s happening?” She whispers against my chest, and I growl, “You are going to help me bring your sister down.”
She falls silent, and I wonder what’s running through her mind right now. She must be terrified, but rather than struggle, she’s lying compliant in my arms and to my surprise my hold tightens a little.
I’m not sure why I’m so protective of her. It started when the senator laid his dirty hands on her. Ihatedit. I hated seeing another man’s hands on this woman and I put it down to the fact I cared so much for her sister. I told myself at that moment she was Diana, and I was blinded with lustful rage.
The past two years has been torturous and not just because I would have given anything to spend one last night with the only woman I have ever loved. However, that ship sailed when she chose my father instead. She fell pregnant with his child and turned her back on me and I will never forgive her for that.
It wasn’t just me, either. She was also screwing my brothers and when we discovered her duplicity, we left, never to return. But that’s all changed now because the king is dead. The self-styled mafia king and, as one of his heirs, it’s time to return and claim my throne.
We reach my private rooms that are accessed through a door off the main stairwell. It’s the only place in this mansion where I can drop my guard because nobody ever comes here but me. Outside of these rooms, I am the brutal boss of all I survey and run the Ortega mafia business with an iron fist, reporting directly to my father. Now he has gone, the only person sitting on his throne is his widow and if I have anything to do with it, she won’t be there long.
* * *
I setFlora down on her feet and she peers around her nervously. “Where am I?”
“My private quarters.” I growl, ripping off my tie and unfastening my shirt, an act that causes her eyes to fall to the floor and an embarrassed blush to stain her cheeks.
“What’s the matter, princess? Are you scared of a man’s skin now?”
She shakes her head. “I’m scared of you.”
“You should be.”
