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I break the stare and eye Gabe’s bodyguard. “Get her something to wear.Now,” I bark.
Either way, she’ll be my wife, and no one sees what’s mine.
Not even my brothers.
With Rocco out of the room, I eye Lachlan with more murderous rage than I’ve felt for him since we were kids when he tried to drown me for fun. He went to her bedroom. Found her like this. Dragged her down here half-dressed.
Getting my shit together, I turn to Eoghan. “When she’s covered up, put her in my car.”
“What?” Isabella snaps, stepping back.
“Isabella,” her father says in a strong voice. “You’re going to marry Kieran.”
Her legs wobble and she looks dizzy, ready to pass out. I catch her and sit her in the chair I vacated earlier.
“No,” she argues, shaking her head.
Whiffs of vanilla hit me from her lush hair in a messy bun, with pieces hanging out. One flits down her back in between her shoulder blades.
That curve drives me crazy, something I like, because I usually fuck women from behind. It’s when I can be my most primal and get so damn deep. My eyes trail down Isabella’s back to the bathing suit bottom, which sits partially in her ass, exposing one big, round cheek.
Fuck.
I screw women who don’t mean anything to me. This woman will be my wife. She’ll live in my house. Sleep in my bed. Wait. No, I can’t have that. It’s… It’s a betrayal to my heart. I’ll only ever love Norah.
“Kieran?” Eoghan’s voice knocks me out of my thoughts.
“Right.” I come up beside Isabella. Unable to resist, I put a hand on her shoulder.
She stiffens under my touch. “Stop. I can’t marry you. I’m leaving for school tomorrow.”
This news comes as a surprise. Balor should have known this. I tighten my grip and smile down at her. “That’s not happening, princess.”
“It is happening.” She gapes at her father. “You paid my tuition, Papa, right?”
“Actually, Isabella…” Gabe rubs his temple. “I didn’t. Not yet.”
Because he’s broke. Not anymore. But too late. She’s mine.
She jolts to her feet. “You lied to me! And now you’re giving me to a monster?” Her fire stirs my groin, something I didn’t expect. Although, if she’s arguing with her father, she’ll argue with me, too. I’ll have to break her of that early on if she dares to raise her voice to me.
Even if it does turn me on.
“Isabella,” I snap at her. “Your father has the right to arrange your marriage. And he didn’t just give you to me. I’m paying for you.”
“How much?” she asks, incredulously.
It’s going to get out anyway. “Thirty million dollars.”
The look of shock on her face tells me Gabe’s been in financial trouble for a while. An Italian mafia princess shouldn’t blink twice at that much money.
Isabella shies away from me. “I was told I can finish school first.” Her fiery spirit and willingness to fight for what she wants impress me.
I have nothing against her being educated. We all have degrees. “We can discuss that later, Isabella. You and me.” I grip her chin and gaze down at her lush lips. The image of how they’ll look wrapped around my cock hits me, and I have to let go or I’ll break her jaw.
That won’t get her pregnant, of course. It just warms me up. I’ll have permission to use her any way I want. I’m just not surehowI want her. I’m too rough.
Gabe’s bodyguard comes back with a zip-up jacket for her. She snatches it. But I take it from her and help her put it on. Dress her. Fuck, that’s a turn-on. Who knew?
