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“If I wanted to kill you tonight, don’t you think I would’ve done it when I had the belt wrapped around your throat. Then again, it seems like you quiet enjoyed it.”
Red streaks across her cheeks.
“Most people who think I’m going to kill them attempt to run. You brought this on yourself, Ara. You should’ve left town the moment you crossed me.”
She furrows her eyebrows defiantly with a pout. “I’m not scared of you.”
“You should be,” I say as I walk to the door and open it. Lorenzo is standing outside as guard. Music pours back into the bathroom. I unfurl my suit jacket and throw it at her. She catches it, confused. “To cover the red marks around your neck.”
She startles looking back at the mirror. It won’t bruise. Unlike her ass cheeks.
“Now if you don’t come along like a good girl, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you myself.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” She bites back as she begrudgingly throws on my jacket and holds it close to her neck. I give her an effective look.
“Surely you’ve realized I’m a man of my word by now, sweetheart.”
23
ARA
Iwasn’t expecting the head of the Italian Mafia’s penthouse to look so…ordinary. Luxurious, yes. However, I also expected… I don’t know… spiked heads on the wall or something.
The apartment is immaculate. Deep, woody tones are painted throughout. It’s big… too big for a man to possibly live in by himself. However as I glance behind at Lorenzo, I consider maybe Luca is never truly alone. I doubt he cooks or cleans for himself. I imagine the only thing he is willing to do himself is bloody his hands. That’s because he enjoys it.
I walk down three steps and into an entertainment room with ceiling to floor bay windows admiring the perfect view of central park. It all seems peculiar to be invited in here. I knew his address and how often he frequents this apartment. I never thought I’d manage to get in here…so freely at that. It was a test no doubt.
“You can leave, Lorenzo,” Luca says. The burly head of security seems unsure as to whether he should leave. From what I can sense, no one else is in the apartment. It was rather flattering that at least his personal bodyguard considered me as a threat. “Go make sure her friends make it home safely.”
My eyebrows furrow in confusion as Lorenzo dips his head respectfully and then leaves. “Why would you ask that of him?” I ask pulling the suit jacket closer around me. The moment I realize I’m doing it, I throw his jacket off. It’s too big for me. It comes down to my knees, and it smells like him. I now smell like him.
“You’re worried about them, aren’t you?” he asks as he pours a glass of red wine and offers it to me. I don’t take it. The truth is, after the drive, I need more fresh air—not another drink—as I try to sober up.
I had sent them text messages to inform them I left and asked them to let me know when they got home safely as well. I look at the time on my phone and still haven’t received a reply, and it’s a little past two in the morning.
Luca steps into my space and places his hand on my chin. He tilts my head to the side, assessing me. “The marks have gone down, though I doubt you’ll be able to sit for a few days.”
Red streaks my cheeks. I actually let him spank me and wrap a belt around my throat. Worse? I got off on it. Does that make me just as much of a sicko as him?
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says as he grabs my hand. My eyebrows furrow at his tender grip as he walks me down a hallway, through a bedroom, and past a bed with wooden posts. When we walk into the ensuite, I see a spa bath is already filled with hot, steamy water.
“What is this?” I ask, finally building the courage to pull my hand out of his.
“I had the housemaid run us a bath prior to arriving. I’ve also organized your preferred brand of cleansers, night creams, and something for you to change into. My jaw opens.
“Because that’s not creepy at all,” I say.
“I don’t need to hear that from you of all people,” he hauntingly says as he checks the temperature of the water. “Now strip.”
I must be out of my fucking mind right now. I glance out the window that overlooks Central Park and the busy night life. Out of all the places I could be in the city how had I wound up here? “What twisted game are you playing right now?”
He sits at the edge of the spa bath impatiently and blows out an irritated breath. “You smell like sweaty, disgusting people, and I can’t stand it. Besides I want to clean the cum off your legs so I can replace it.”
My jaw tightens. Some of the things he says are still shocking, vulgar, and possessive. “I’m not just going to be your little side piece because you say so.”
He stands with a wicked smile. Shades of the dimly lit light highlight the sharp cheekbones and full lips. Swollen lips from where I’d bitten and demanded more from him. He presses me against the bathroom counter and places his hand on either side of me.
“You want someone to tell you sweet nothings. A nice guy.”
