Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Pulling out of the memory, she looked at Damon.
“You’re concerned about him?” Damon asked.
“Yes. I haven’t … he’s not … can he…” She bit her lip, hating the worry she detected in her voice.
This was not befitting a Russo. Her mother had told her that compassion was something she could only show to those who didn’t know who she was. There were so many fucking rules to abide by.
“James is healing fast. You cut flesh, and after his stitches have healed, all will be well.”
She nodded. “Thank you.” If she ever got the chance to see the guard, she would apologize.
“Your father would be proud of the way you are fighting. I’m sure the Russo name will certainly live on in you.”
She glared at him. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she wasn’t fighting for her father nor for his name, but she gritted her teeth. Damon clearly knew what he was doing. As for herself, she was struggling to keep her emotions in check.
“I am surprised you do not ask about your father,” Damon said.
“I have no interest in what he does. I’m here, aren’t I? That could only mean he has done something … wrong.”
Damon chuckled. “Even now, chained to my bed, you’re going to be stubborn.”
“Do you have a thing for young women?” she asked. “They have labels for men like you.”
She gasped as he leaned in close. His face was so close to hers that she felt his breath brush across her lips. She tensed up.
Not once in all her twenty-one years had she been kissed. There was no way her first kiss was going to be from this man. Just the thought of it made her skin crawl. Staring at him now, she had to wonder what he planned to do to her.
“And what would those labels be?” he asked.
Before she said anything, he smirked and cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her bottom lip. He dared to touch her.
She stayed perfectly still.
“Now, if you think to insult me by calling me a pervert, I would agree if you were barely legal, but you’re not, are you? You’re twenty-one years old.”
“I’m still younger than you.”
“Yes, by exactly twelve years. Not a very big age gap, but trust me, Milah, I’m man enough to know how to handle you. You know, these lips are made for being wrapped around my cock. According to your father, you are pure, innocent. Is that true?”
She glared at him. How dare he and how dare her father.
“No,” she said, lying easily.
Her first time was supposed to be with someone she loved. Someone she trusted. Not this … arrogant asshole she couldn’t stand and wanted to kill.
Sex would never happen between them. At least not willingly. The very thought of being near him was enough to make her skin crawl. He may be a good-looking man, but he was not the man for her. She had to wonder what he was waiting for. What he hoped to achieve by waiting. Was he going to rape her? Break her? What were his intentions?
Damon chuckled. “Do you think I don’t know, Milah?” He grabbed the back of her neck and tugged her close. His lips near hers but not quite touching.
He moved his mouth toward her ear. “Do you think I haven’t watched you these past three years, keeping an eye on you to make sure you don’t do anything stupid like fuck a random stranger?” He tutted. “I know you’re a virgin. Not a single cock has been near your body. You’re pure, and when the time is right, I’m going to make you beg for me.”
“Never,” she said, pulling away from him. “I will never beg you for anything.”
“You say that now, princess, but I know differently. There will come a time when you are going to beg me. You’ll crawl for my cock. Do anything I say just to feel me deep inside you. I wonder if when that time comes, I will give you what you need.”
He let her go, and she tried to slap him, but he held her wrist, stopping her from making contact. “Don’t be such a naughty girl.”
Damon stepped away from the bed and nodded at the tray of food. “You better eat that if you want to have any strength to defeat me. You can try all you want, Milah, but you are never going to win.”
He left the bedroom, and she stared at his door, fearing he might be right. Not about her begging for his cock. That would never happen. Not in a million years, but she certainly needed her strength to get the better of him.
****
Damon sat behind his desk, glancing over the files that had been handed to him. They were from different areas of the De Luca business. He had a meeting tomorrow with the port manager about some of the containers arriving. There was also a possible business arrangement to handle with the cartel.