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She holds herself back for all of five seconds before she melts into my kiss, her hands coming up to grip my shirt tightly as I devour her. Fuck, I missed the taste of her, even if it’s only been a few hours. I can’t get enough. And even now, she’s learning how to respond to me, to let me lead, but also to hold her own as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Knowing that I’m the one teaching her, instructing her,fuck,it makes me so damn hard.
And knowing that I’m theonlyone who is ever going to see her, taste her, it makes me almost feral.
That feeling, however, is blunted when suddenly she yanks her mouth from mine and tries to squirm back, yanking my hands down and off her face. “I’m not doing this,” she gasps out.
Irritation burns, but I tamp it down. I suppose I’m a fool to think that a virgin wouldn’t panic because of some heavy petting we did earlier. Though my cock certainly doesn’t feel the same. “Doing what exactly,topolina?” I ask her calmly.
She swings her legs and scampers across the desk away from me, jumping off before turning to face me. Does she really think that desk is going to stop me from getting to her? Her expression is troubled, but her eyes are hard and full of a determination that makes me even harder. If that’s even possible. “You know what. I’m not sleeping with you. All of this has been a huge mistake. I want my freedom, and I want you to give it to me, but I won’t do it by sleeping with you.”
It’s a testament to how much this woman affects me that I’m not pissed and raging at her right now. She gave me her word, and now she’s trying to backtrack. Anyone else, I’d be making sure she kept up her end of the deal, but I don’t want the next years of my life to be spent trying to win her over. Because she’s not going anywhere. “Well, I don’t think we’ll be doing much sleeping,cara mia,” I inform her, letting my lips move up in a smug smile.
She glares at me. “Stop trying to play word games. You know what I mean.”
The smile falls from my lips, and I narrow my eyes at her. “And you gave me your word that you would be mine for as long as you’re here,” I remind her evenly. “Or are you going back on your word?”
She falters slightly, her expression changing just enough that I can see the guilt and uncertainty crossing her face. Then she carefully blanks her expression before saying, “And you also said you wouldn’t force me. Or are you going to go back on your word too?”
“Did you think I was forcing you last night? Or this morning in the library?” Her face flushes, but she doesn’t look away. “No, I think you were very much enjoying what we did, Gia. Or have you already forgotten you melt in my hands when I kiss you? When I touch you? Or maybe you’re forgetting the way you moaned so sweetly, and pulled at my hair as I was sucking on your perfect tits? You were not pushing me away then,topolina. You were pulling me closer. Then, when it was too much, you were grinding on my leg like you couldn’t get enough. Wanting all the friction to make yourself come.” I take a step closer to the desk, and she instantly takes a step back. “Would you like to try again,topolina?”
She swallows hard, but firms her mouth and says, “No, no, I don’t want to try again. That was a mistake, and I was caught up in the heat of the moment. I won’t let it happen again.”
I slowly stalk around the desk, amusement trickling through me as she matches my steps, making sure to keep the desk between us. “Tell me why you think you do not want to be mine,topolina,” I prompt.
“I don’t want to belong to anyone,” she yells at me. The frustration and anger in her voice are sharp, and it hits me in the chest hard. Still, I don’t let it stop me as I stalk her. We’ve now made it so that we’re in the opposite positions we started, and she stops moving once she’s in the new spot. “I want to belong to myself. I’ve never belonged to myself. I was my family’s punching bag, the burden they never wanted to have.” Her eyes are hard, glittering as she stares at me. “I can’t even go to the grocery store. I have to walk a certain route every damn day, never speak to anyone, and if I don’t, my family beats me. I can’t search online for things, I can’t buy clothes unless approved, and I don’t watch TV much because only certain shows are allowed. I’m constantly told I belong to them. I have no freedom, Nico. No choice. I am never free. And even now, here with you, you dictate what I can and can’t do, you keep me prisoner here all because you saw me and took me.” Her stare intensifies even more. “So, no, Nico, I don’t want to be yours. I don’t want to be anyone’s.”
CHAPTER21
Gia
“And yet,we both know that’s never going to happen,” Nico replies evenly, staring at me intently. “That is not the life you were born into, Giulia. You are a De Luca. The only female De Luca by birth alive, I should add. Which means that even if you were able to go out on your own, you would never be free. You’d always have to look over your shoulder, change your name, your entire identity, and hope no one made the connection. But do you really think that your father won’t have allies searching for you too? There is no place on this planet you would be able to hide.”
“I could if you helped me and made sure they couldn’t find me,” I counter. “Or are you trying to tell me what you promised me if I escaped was a lie.”
“I was never going to let you go.” I shouldn’t be surprised by that answer, but still, it makes my stomach drop. “Not completely. I was going to allow you to get the taste you wanted before I brought you back.”
The betrayal of his words makes me both furious and equally hurt. “So I will never be free,” I reply bitterly. “I’m nothing more than a puppet for you to use and then control in any way you want. The same as my family.”
He narrows his eyes at me in warning at the comparison. “I am nothing like your family,” he says icily. “In time, you will see that, but for now, let’s focus on the problem at hand.”
“The problem being you expect me to sleep with you and give in to whatever you want,” I snap.
“I expect you to hold up your end of our deal. You agreed to not escape, and you agreed to belong to me as long as you’re here. I’m being patient given the circumstances, but even I have my limits.” He leans forward, bracing his arms on his desk and staring at me intently. “And what about being mine is so wrong?”
“You kidnapped me!” I grit out. “You took away my choice. That’s what my problem is. I never get to choose what I want. I’ve been told what I can and can’t do my entire life.”
“So, what, you wanted me to approach you, woo you, and then hope like some lovesick fool you would decide to grace me with your presence in my home and bed?” he scoffs.
I glare at him. “I’m not naive. I know you wouldn’t do any of that shit. You’d probably barge in, demand to take me to dinner, and then seduce me into bed, all while planning on how to keep me here and making me think it was my idea until I suddenly realized you still took away my choices.”
He doesn’t disagree. “Or, I’d have done what I already did after we went to dinner and decided that I didn’t want to let you go.”
The audacity of this man knows no bounds. “You’re only proving my point.”
“I’m merely stating facts. But let’s play devil’s advocate. What if you hadn’t captured my attention, hmmm? Where do you think you would be now? You’d be stuck in your lonely little apartment, wondering when the next time your family would be over to use you as their punching bag. Or you’d be married off to someone they want an alliance with, with no choice but to bed whatever cold-blooded bastard you married. And you certainly would kiss your freedom goodbye, considering the men your family associates themselves with. They view their women the same as your family, if not worse. And yet, here you are, with me, where you are safe, you aren’t beaten or forced to do things you don’t want, other than to stay put.”
I hate that he’s right. I hate that he’s trying to use logic when I don’t want to be logical. I want him to understand. I want him to see why I’m so angry about this whole thing. “So, if I say fine, I’ll stay here, sleep with you and be your little whore, you’re going to give me more freedom to do what I want? I can go shopping and do all the things I want to do without having to ask your permission?”
His eyes narrow even further until they are almost slits, and temper glitters there. “Refer to yourself as a whore again, Gia, and I won’t hesitate to put you over my knee,” he warns me darkly. “Staying here means you will be safe, and you will be with someone who wants you with them.” Slowly he stands, the movement making the muscles beneath his clothes bunch and flex, briefly distracting me. But then he pulls me right back when he says, “As for the rest of it, even with me, you will never be truly free to do everything as you like. Not because I want to control you, but because I have enemies, and you can’t be without protection. And right now, there is a possible war brewing that could mean you getting caught in the crossfires, and I won’t allow that to happen. And with me, you will be safe, you will get to enjoy the things you read about in your books full of porn.”
