Tristano
For the thousandth time, I remind myself of Violetta’s age.
Because there’s nothing childish about the woman at my feet and it’s hard for me to view her as a minor. Yes, she lashed out, but I anticipated this. There are not many individuals who can endure a stressful environment without cracking under the pressure at some point. Women tend to release this pent up frustration in a different way than men and I’ve never understood why people think this is inappropriate.
Who cares if they cry?
It’s preferable to murdering someone, which has been the behavior I’ve seen most often amongst the men of the underworld. In my opinion, women are able to deal with a lot mentally because they release the tumultuous emotions causing them distress and that keeps them from doing something rash and irreparable. Different people require different strategies or methods for handling life.
However, Violetta has shown me some things I want to know more about.
And I’ll uncover them, whether she wishes me to or not.
She slowly lifts her head until her gaze meets mine. The canopy of trees above us blocks out the moonlight, but a handful of slivers peek through the leaves to land on Violetta. She looks unearthly right now, and it wouldn’t take much convincing for me to believe she’s an angel.
Although I can’t make out the sea-green of her eyes, they are still expressive, giving me a glimpse into the emotions she rarely displays. Unless it’s anger. That is something she never tries to hide. Maybe Violetta is actually a fallen angel, instead of the people in the Silvestri bloodline. But if there’s even a bit of truth to the speculation, then I’m a demon.
Because I want to do all sorts of fucked up things to her.
The gentle rise and fall of her breasts, along with the way the escaped tendrils of her hair curve around her cheeks and jaw, captivate me. How can this woman be both guileless and a seductress without even trying? I don’t think Violetta realizes how alluring she is.
If she knew what I want to do to her, she never would’ve stopped running…
After holding my gaze for a couple seconds, she turns away from me. It’s a dismissal if I ever saw one. Like coals burning in my gut, my anger scorches me. But so does the lust now heating my veins.
I reach down and snatch her by the upper arms and haul her to me. She gasps and scrambles to get her footing, made apparent by the shuffling of leaves. I shake her with enough power to get her attention but not severely hurt her.
And it does.
As does the swat to her ass.
Perhaps even more so.
Violetta sucks in a breath and goes taut in my hold, becoming as still as a statue. I clench my teeth to keep from groaning. The feel of her curvy ass connecting with my hand, that now tingles from the force of my blow, is titillation at it’s finest.
“The next time I spank you, it’ll be on your cunt. I’m not fucking with you,ribelle, and the quicker you realize that, the better off you’ll be.” I release her and gesture in the direction we came from. “Now, let’s go.”
She’s in a state of shock and even the darkness can’t hide the flush on her cheeks. By the way she squints up at me, I know for certain her surprise is being replaced with outrage. The fire inside her is bright and scorching, but I have no problem controlling it. A sub is similar to flames in many ways, and just like they need oxygen to survive, so does a woman.
I can either be their source or the one who cuts it off.
I’ve wrapped my fingers around her neck and pulled her to me before Violetta has a chance to struggle. She grasps at my shirt and her eyes are wider than before, swirling with her fear. It’s one of reverence and respect for authority, not because she believes I’m going to hurt her. That facial expression never fails to make my cock hard.
I squeeze her throat in warning. “You can be as mad as you want while you obey my commands, but youwillobey them. When under my protection, ergo my authority, I expect you to execute my orders promptly. It could mean the difference between your life and death.”
“Sadist,” she chokes out.
“Think what you will.” I shrug. Her pulse thrums against my hand as though asking for permission to breathe, and I grant it by loosening my hold a fraction. I can’t say I don’t enjoy having her at my mercy. In fact, that’s what I think about more than anything. “It’s an annoyance to explain myself and so I’ll be brief. Do what I say or suffer the consequences of my choosing. It’s that simple.”
I release her, immediately craving the feel of her skin underneath my fingers. Then I walk away. If Violetta is smart like I believe her to be, she’ll follow. I keep my ears tuned for the crunching of fallen leaves and my lips curve into a smile at the stomping which sounds directly behind me. She’s pissed and crushes every piece of vegetation she comes into contact with until we are back inside the guest house.
Benito greets me with a focused gaze and his Glock pointed in my direction. In a flash, he stows the weapon and then jerks his chin up in greeting. I return the acknowledgment and after that he goes back to watching TV. However, I catch him glancing at Violetta. His expression doesn’t change, except for the slight thinning of his lips in disapproval.
Toward me, not her.
It doesn’t surprise me that she might’ve gotten under his skin too.
But he wouldn’t dare touch her.
