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“I’m definitely the biggest in town,” I look down at my crotch with a smirk, “but am I really thebaddest?” I look back up, my eyebrow lifted.
Alessa swallows, then licks her lips. “You get very angry.”
“That’s true. But usually, there’s a good reason.”
“You can also be very scary.”
“You don’t seem to be scared of me, Alessa. Do I scare you?”
“Not right now.” Pink stains her cheeks at the affirmation.
“But sometimes…I do?”
“Not quite—” she trails off, sucking in her bottom lip.
“Elaborate,” I demand.
“I think—I think when you get all angry and scary,” she takes a big breath, “you excite me,” she mumbles.
A corner of my lip lifts up as my cock stirs in my pants.
“I excite you,” I repeat, my voice muffled by my fingers rubbing the sides of my face, trying to hide the smile behind them.
She nods.
“So, you putting red shit all overmyhouse—knowing full well I hate the colour—was just…you trying to get excited?” I’m finding it really hard not to grin now, but I do my best to keep the unimpressed look on my face, playing the game she so obviously wants to play.
Alessa releases her lip from its prison, drawing my eyes to how plump and enticing it looks. “I was just trying to gain the upper hand.”
“An upper hand?” She has my interest.
“You’re always so…so in control—” she stops, her eyes casting downward. “It’s stupid.”
I get up and walk around the table, kneeling before her until she’s towering over me, looking down into my eyes. “Alessa,” I whisper, clenching my fists. “Don’t you realise you’re the one in control? You’ve had a hold on me for weeks now. I’m under your spell,Fata. I can’t help myself when it comes to you. You,” my voice breaks, “fuckingownme.”
She sucks in a breath, her small hands holding tightly onto the flowy material of her dress.
“I used your credit card to buy all these things,” she whispers.
“Good, “ I say—this wasn’t news to me. In fact, when the Amex representative called me about potential fraudulentactivity, I laughed at her resourcefulness. She only needed to ask anyway. Finding the smooth skin of her calf with my hand, I gently glide it up, marvelling at the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.
“Good? Aren’t you furious? I must have spent thousands of dollars!”
I smile, my hand skimming over her knee. “You can have whatever you want, Alessa. I’ll give you anything. You want this whole fucking house red? I’ll call the decorators tomorrow to get the walls painted,” I snort. “What you fail to realise, baby, is that I don’t hate red. Not anymore. Not since it’s the colour of the lipstick you wore the first day back in Blackwood. Not since the dress you’re wearing,” I finger the material, pulling it aside and exposing her toned legs, “makes you look like a goddess. Makes my mind go to the dirtiest of places. I’ll happily live in a house filled with red if I get to see you in it. Preferably naked.”
“I don’t get it.” She shakes her head, not put off by my confession one bit. “You’ve been avoiding me, pushing me away all this time. What changed?”
“I can’t fight it anymore,” I sigh, resigned. I don’t want to. Not when she makes me want to kill anyone who looks at her the wrong way. Not when all I can think of is her. I don’t understand what’s happening to me, but I’m done trying to stop it. “I’ve got something for you.” I stand up, walking over to where I placed the gift box. Picking it up, I hesitate, considering if it’s the right move. Showing Alessa just how obsessed with her I am. How fucked up. And how possessive and vengeful I can be.
“What is it?” she asks from behind me. Her curiosity is enough to make the decision for me. She needs to know what she’s signing up for now that I’ve decided she’s mine.
Her emerald eyes trace my steps as I make my way backto her, handing her the box. Her fingers tentatively play with the satin bow tightly binding the box—a subtle reminder of the rage and overwhelming need for vengeance that engulfed me when I wrapped it.
“Open it,” I order, watching her every move.
She follows my instruction, untying the bow, pushing the ribbon aside, and then lifting the lid. My eyes are glued to the object in her hands, so I don’t see the expression on her face, but I hear the sharp intake of breath just fine.
“Is this a joke, Dante? What is this?” A hint of panic in her voice.
