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“Why not?” I am dismissive of her request, and she raises her eyes and the pain in them gives me a moment’s interest as she whispers, “Because I’m celibate.”
This time I laugh out loud, as if she’s cracked the biggest fucking joke. “Celibate. You’re fucking kidding me. What are you, a nun or something?”
She shakes her head sadly. “I’m not, but I tried to be.”
That comment takes me surprise. “What do you mean, tried to be?”
“I went to the convent and expressed my desire to take the oath. They turned me down.”
“Because...?”
“Because I wasn’t good enough.”
A lone tear escapes and I watch it roll down her cheek with a fascination that’s growing by the second for this fragile creature.
“Not good enough. What does that even mean?”
She shrugs. “They told me to think about it. Take a year out and live in the real world. If I still wanted it after one year, I could return, and they would accept my request.”
“Interesting.”
In all my life, I’ve never met a woman like Flora and briefly wonder if she’s playing me. Diana would. It’s definitely something she would cook up, so I shrug off her request and say fiercely, “Request denied. Now suck my cock or end up chained against the chamber wall while my soldier fucks you for my pleasure.”
The hatred in her eyes gives me an instant hard-on and as I settle back, I love the resignation on her face as she reaches for my belt.
CHAPTER7
FLORA
How have I ended up here? On my knees in front of a man who scares the shit out of me. Even when I pleaded with him, he shrugged it off and I couldn’t hate him more than I do right now. My thoughts bizarrely turn to Senator Billings and what I would be doing if Domenico hadn’t laughably saved me from him and I suppose out of the two this is the least abhorrent, but I wasn’t kidding when I told him I was celibate. I am. I swore off men the minute I escaped from Diana and Mario and now here I am. Once again on my knees in front of a man who thinks he has the right to make me his slave.
My fingers shake as I take a deep breath and steel myself for something I’ve done a thousand times before. This is not new to me, no matter how much I wish it was. However, this time the man involved is a seriously sexy one, despite his rough exterior and arrogant demands. I should hate him. Detest every part of him, but somehow, I can’t. If anything, I’m mildly curious about what he would be like. Would he be as tender as I think he could be? Despite his harsh words and angry stares, I sense a gentle giant hiding behind a suit of bitter armor. Did Diana do that to him? Is she responsible for the pain he tries so hard to mask that peers out from behind his eyes when he’s not looking?
I wouldn’t bet against it being Diana. I know how she operates and even family wasn’t a word that afforded any leniency. If anything, it made her angrier and crueler and Domenico Ortega may hate and despise my sister, but it will never be as much as me.
So, I push aside my panic attack and concentrate on getting out of this as soon as possible and if I do as he says, it may be faster than I hope for because I know men like him get off on control and if I resist, it will only make him more interested.
My fingers shake as I reach for his belt and the fact he leans back and watches me through a narrowed gaze causes my cheeks to burn. It takes me longer than normal because I am battling my own inner demons and yet as his pants fall open, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for what happens next.
My heart thumps as I steel myself to do something I’m more curious about than afraid and I swallow hard when his cock springs free, even angrier than the man himself appears to be. My eyes water, not just from the tears but at the size of the weapon he conceals in his pants and as his hand settles on my head, I face the inevitable and prepare myself to give him pleasure against my will.
The angry tip advances toward my mouth and as I open to allow it inside, I’m shocked when he pushes me away. I fall back and he says with a bored tone. “Change of plan. You took too long. I’m not interested anymore.”
I peer up at him in startled surprise.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize. You’ll improve.”
“I didn’t mean for that.” I’m incensed and his low laugh unsettles me a little. “What’s the matter baby? Have I disappointed you? Were you looking forward to sucking on my cock?”
“You’re disgusting.”
I turn my face away because I can’t bear to look at him a second longer and am surprised when a rough hand grips my face and forces me to stare into two malevolent, dark, flashing eyes.
“For your information, I lost interest because I don’t force myself on anyone, even the sister of the biggest whore ever born.”
“Then why?”
