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)
He saw it in the way she fought. Even now, she kept testing everything. His men had told her to take a shower, but she was looking for a means to protect herself. What she didn’t seem to know was that her body would keep her safe.
Damon had known Russo would fuck up. The man’s thirst for power and blood made him greedy. It made him believe he was untouchable, but one mistake after another this past year had brought them to this moment. To where he’d been the one to point a blade at his throat, rather than a gun. There was nothing satisfying about shooting a man. Nearly all of Russo’s wealth was gone. Used up on women, drugs, gambling, and just being a bad businessman. Russo thought he was untouchable, and he had never been more wrong. The only wealth the Russo name had was owned by Milah. Her mother’s trust fund that had been placed in holding until Milah fulfilled the terms set out to get it—a small fortune. Enough to make Milah a target for men, and certainly for her father who would want to marry her off.
That was what put Milah in harm’s way. Her father had started to hunt for a husband for her. Someone he could control and manipulate. He’d wanted his daughter’s money.
From what his sources told him, she had no idea she had a small fortune.
Damon watched as Milah stripped out of her clothes and turned the shower on. She kept her panties and bra on, not that he blamed her. She held her hand beneath the water, waiting for it to warm up.
She kept on glancing around, at one point even looking into one of the cameras he had installed.
He’d started preparing this room three years ago. From the moment he met, his intention was to take her.
Damon was known for his patience. What he wanted, he always got. And when it came to Milah, he wanted her. Not for her wealth, but to tame that wildcat.
He despised the Russos and everything they stood for, but Milah was different. Damon had taken his time. Done his research and knew she was not like her father. She was unique, and that quality was to be rewarded.
It was why he’d attacked Russo. Why when his blade was to his throat, and he was more than happy to strike the killing blow, he’d waited to see what Russo would give up to save his own life.
He was shocked when Milah’s name came up.
Why would he be? The man was a coward, only interested in his own ends.
He despised that in men. Was sickened by it.
Russo would die soon enough, but first, Damon intended to take every single piece of Russo land and business. To kill all his men and make him drown in his own misery. He was going to break and destroy that man, piece by piece.
First, he was going to work on Milah.
She would belong to him.
The day would soon come when he would show her father what he’d done. How he’d gotten a Russo to fall in love with a De Luca. That would not be the only victory he anticipated. He would also knock her up, but he had no intention of marrying her.
There was no way a De Luca would ever marry a Russo. He would keep her as his mistress. Even when he found a wife worthy of the De Luca name, he would keep Milah in place, by his side, never allowing her to escape.
He waited for Milah to wrap a towel around her beautiful, curvy body before entering her room.
Damon closed the door and nodded at his guard to flick the lock into place. There was no escape.
Pocketing his cell phone, he moved toward the bed and waited for Milah to enter. The moment she did, wrapped in a towel, she froze, jerking to a stop.
He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her.
She stood still, her hands gripping the edge of the towel as if that alone could protect her.
Every single part of this room was covered in cameras, so he would have the joy of watching her whenever he wanted. There was no weapon. Nothing to protect her. Even when he sent food in, he made sure there were no knives. Nothing to tempt her to act irrationally.
He smiled. “Hello, Milah.”
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Is that any way to greet your master?”
“You’re not my master. You will never be my master.”
He chuckled. There would come a day when she would crawl across broken glass for him, and when that day arrived, he would fucking relish it. He would break this woman. So much spirit. So much passion. He couldn’t wait to unleash it and to finally have a taste of what he’d been waiting for. His cock stiffened at the thought.