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“Let me out of these,” I told him as I continued to struggle, especially when he thrust his fingers back inside of me. My head lolled from one side to the other. “I hate you,” I finally told him when he found my spot and slowly tortured me with his touch.
“All in due time, Viviana. We have a lot to discuss and you’re not getting freed until we’re done.”
I let out a huff and focused on his fingers. I was just about to come when he pulled them out. “Bastard.” I seethed. His chuckle grated on my nerves, and telling him as much would only encourage him.
“Don’t flatter me, Viviana.”
I let out a huff. “If you’re going to kill me, then go ahead and do it because I will never beg you for a damn thing. Not for an orgasm, and definitely not for my life.”
“We’ll see about that, for both.” I then looked down at the knife he was holding and swallowed hard.
I’d had one pressed against me more times than I could count, and I was sure even Nazario knew how hot danger made me. Something told me that he wasn’t dangling one in front of me for fun, though. He planned to use it, and restrained like I currently was, there was little I could do.
“You can’t scare me,” I pointed out, and he turned the knife over in his hand.
Maybe he could, but I’d never tell him as much. He then thrust the knife toward me, and I held my breath, only releasing it when the dull edge of it touched my skin. He dragged it up and down between my breasts. I tried not to react, but my body had other ideas, and I trembled for him.
“You like games, so we’re going to play one,” he finally said.
“No,” I told him, then whimpered when he turned the blade over and the tip of it pressed into my skin. There was no sting from penetration or warmth of my blood so he hadn’t actually punctured me yet. Of course,yetwas the operative word.
“You’re not the one in control, not that you ever have been,” he told me. His tone of voice was changing, and this time when I shivered, it wasn’t so much from arousal but nervousness. “I’m very disappointed in you.”
“Naz—”
My breath caught in my throat when he brought the knife to it. “After everything I’ve fucking done for you. I slayed your demon and—”
“Stefano was mine to kill,” I told him. “You had no right.”
“I had every right,” he told me as he pressed the blade harder against me. “How dare you try to attack me in my house... with my knife... in our bed? Others have tried and failed to assassinate me, and they were a hell of a lot more equipped than you.”
I was afraid to speak, much less breathe. There was a slight pinch, and while I normally would’ve offered up my life in defiance, I had to remember the one inside of me. A few drops of something warm and sticky began to drip down my neck, and I knew it was my blood.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just slit your fucking throat,” he asked before pulling the knife away. I quickly sucked oxygen into my lungs. Nazario was more pissed off at me than I had ever seen him before. As devastatingly arousing as it made him, I was equally as concerned. I had no idea where we were and unless I was able to find a way to get free, I wouldn’t be able to gain any type of advantage.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I wasn’t thinking back in our room.”
Maybe I should’ve left well enough alone and just let him fuck me. I’d be asleep in my bed safely right now, and I would’ve had an orgasm I could actually remember as my reward. He dropped the knife, and the clanging of it on the floor offered little comfort. I had studied this man and heard his reputation. He could just as easily strangle me with his bare hands and have less of a mess to clean up, as he could plunge the dagger into my heart.
As if I had conjured up the former, he grabbed me roughly by the throat. “Why did you go to Sicily? To the Catalanos? What the fuck are you plotting against me, Viviana?”
“I just went to get away for a few days. I told you why when I had asked to leave.”
His forehead pressed down against mine and we were eye to eye. Both colored ones of his were now nearly the same shade of black. His mouth came down on mine as his grip on my neck remained. I let him kiss me, and even started to return it when a familiar ache between my legs resurfaced. This man and I were on the same team, even if he didn’t believe me. We were getting along well until...
When he raised his head, I started to talk. “I got to Sicily and I couldn’t erase the threats you made against me and the baby I’m carrying.” He growled, but I kept on. “I wanted to see them—”
“And you wanted them to save you from me. What you don’t fucking understand is that they would never save a child of mine unless they thought it would serve a purpose.”
I wanted to tell him they would because the child was mine, but he was growing angrier. I hadn’t ever thought he would find out who I had met with when there, and even after he had, I did nothing but taunt him over the way I had laid down for each of those men in the past. I did feel love and gratitude for them all, but I didn’t feel that same kind of love and desire for anyone but the man pacing back and forth in front of me. Even with Stefano, I held on to vengeance until I found myself in Nazario’s arms. Nazario had changed everything for me. I experienced actual pleasure with him, and for the first time in my life when it hadn’t been a game or test. He’d known what I was there to do, so there was no need to hide my deadly intentions.
Currently, his pain was palpable, and I should’ve relished it, but I couldn’t. We could still come back from this. It might involve me having to swallow my pride, and nearly choking on that lump as I did, I finally replied, “You’re right. I decided I didn’t want to be with them. I want to be with you, so I told them goodbye and returned to Napoli.”
“Image is every fucking thing in this world, and you know it. To go to my enemies and allow yourself to get seen...” I didn’t dare interrupt him. “When you tried to kill my father, I vouched for you. I even gave you a chance to live after you did the unforgivable. I warned you to walk away before any of that happened, but you didn’t listen. You never fucking listen. I secured you immunity in this family, and this is how you repay me?”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking—”
“I’ve done nothing but protect you since you showed up in the club on my father’s arm. After defying my wishes and doing what I had pleaded with you to leave to me, I still made you my fiancée.”
