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She snatches her hand out of mine. “What’s going on? Where are we going?” she asks. “Where are you taking me?”
What am I supposed to tell her? I’m a coldblooded ruthless mafia boss with one enemy, an insane Russian still furious that I refused to marry his daughter. Or that the son of a bitch brought a death squad to my workplace to kill me?
Should I tell her he won’t stop until I’m dead? And as she saw his face, she’s dead too?
She’s still waiting for me to answer. I have to tell her something but not the whole truth. Not yet.
“I’m taking you somewhere safe,” I say at last. It’s all I can do to resist ripping her clothes from her body and finally seeing just how good she looks naked.
I’ve wanted her for so long and I was about to fuck her over my desk when that motherfucker ruined things for me,
She’s so young, just nineteen. Her innocence is etched in the soft contours of her face, highlighted by a pair of wide, curious eyes that sparkle with a youthful exuberance.
There’s a faint smattering of freckles across her nose, a detail so minute that one would have to be as close as I am to notice. I’ve pored over the photos of her long enough to know every detail of her face with my eyes shut.
She’s dressed in business attire, but it’s clear from the fabric and the simple cut that her outfit didn’t cost much. Yet, she wears it with such grace and confidence that it might as well have been a designer ensemble.
The blouse, a modest white, fits her just right, hinting at the sumptuous tits beneath. Her skirt, though professional in length, clings tightly to her hips and legs, outlining her curvy figure in a way that’s utterly tantalizing.
I can’t help but let my mind wander, imagining what lies beneath those modest clothes. I envision smooth, unblemished skin, a contrast to the roughness of my own hands.
There’s a purity about her that I find myself drawn to, yet it’s coupled with an underlying strength, a resilience that speaks of her character. There’s pain in her past though we’ve never spoken of it.
We’ve only spoken in the wine shop before but I’ve been watching her longer than that. Since I first caught sight of her out on her eighteenth birthday.
Fate, that’s what it was. I caught a glimpse of her, and I was lost. Been watching her ever since. Told myself she was too young for me, too pure. That I’d break her if I claimed her. But my obsession only grew the longer I waited. Now I can’t resist any longer.
She will be mine. I will get her pregnant, fill her with my seed, watch her belly swell carrying my child.
As she meets my gaze, there’s a flicker of something unspoken, a connection that’s electric yet undefined. My dolcezza. My sweetness. The only light in my world of darkness.
When the wine shop folded, I saw my chance. I posted one temp job after another at Vittorio Enterprises, hoping she’d take the bait. And now, here she is at last, in my grasp on the very day Peter Orlov decided to make his move against me. Fate sure has a warped sense of humor.
When I saw her in the office, I had that empty envelope sent down. Gave me an excuse to get her up to my office.
The plan was to bask in her beauty, her curves, those lips that make me want to shove my cock to the back of her throat. Rip her clothes off and ravage her until she screamed my name. Instead, I’ve got to get her out of here.
She shakes her head. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I just watched you kill a man. You had my photos on your desk. Have you been stalking me?”
I lean closer, my eyes blazing. “You will come with me willingly or over my fucking shoulder but it’s happening.”
She swallows hard, her eyes widening. “You’re scaring me.”
“Emily,” I say, my voice firm, “you saw Orlov’s face today. He took off his ski mask at the office door. No one else knows who attacked the building except you and me. You’re now at the top of his hit list, right next to me. The moment you step outside without my protection, your life is over.”
She looks at me, her eyes wide with fear, a perfect picture of innocence that fuels my desire to protect – and possess – her. “I can’t let you go. You’ll be dead within hours.”
I usher her along the corridor. “The only way to ensure your safety is for you to stay under my protection. And the most effective way to do that is for us to get married.”
She stumbles slightly, her voice trembling. “Married? I thought you were joking. I can’t... I mean, why...”
I smile, a sense of triumph mixing with my arousal. “It’s the only way to keep you safe. Once Orlov is dead, you’ll be free to get on with your life, forget all about this… unpleasantness.”
A lie but one that keeps her walking, stops her trying to turn around and walk back to her doom.
Reaching the helipad, the whir of the helicopter blades fills the air. I guide her into the waiting aircraft, my hand firm on her back. She’s so close, I could kiss the side of her neck right now. I feel my body responding to her proximity. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I’m a billionaire. I could buy anything I ever wanted. Except her.
More than anything else, I want her pregnant with my children. I want her belly swollen, her future aligned with my own. I want her to be the queen to my king.
