“Everything about you is my business.” He took another step closer, and now I could smell his cologne. The same scent I used to breathe in when I laid my head on his chest at night. “You are mine.”
“I don’t belong to you or anyone else.” I shot back. “I’m not property, Lord. I’m not one of your expensive possessions.”
“Who said you were expensive?”
He was cutting me up. He fucked up first, and now he was talking shit.
“Fuck you!”
Lord moved close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “No, fuck you.” He calmly said, scaring me even more.
“I left because I deserve better,” I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. “I deserve someone who’s honest with me. Who doesn’t lie to my face every damn chance they get. I deserve a man who doesn’t replace me with the first available bitch with a mustache.”
“Replace you?” Lord laughed, but there was no humor in the sound.
“You didn’t even try to contact me after I left,” I accused. “Not a call, not a text, nothing.”
“You blocked me,” he reminded me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I unblocked you after a week,” I countered. “You knew where I worked. You could have come to me then. Instead, you waited until now to send your goons to kidnap me from my job. Who are you?”
“I’m Lordes Romans Donovan,” he said simply.
“Bregoli, you fucking forgot Bregoli. You’re one of them now. And maybe I’m a fucking dumbass and you were always one of them.”
“My cousin isn’t a Bregoli?” He countered, stepping even closer. “You didn’t choose him because you wanted him. You chose him because you knew it would hurt me.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words died on my tongue. Was there truth in what he was saying? I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t acting like myself, and I blamed him, BMF and this fucking dry-ass desert heat.
“What I do with Maurizio is my business now,” I said instead. “You and I are done.”
“Are we?” He moved swiftly, closing the last distance between us. His hands gripped my upper arms, fingers digging in hard enough to hurt. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t still want me.”
I tried to pull away, but his grip was iron. “Let go of me!”
“Tell me,” he insisted. His face was only inches from mine. “Tell me you don’t think about me when he’s rubbing on your pussy. Tell me you don’t wish it was me inside you instead of him.”
“Fuck you,” I spat, tears pricking at my eyes despite my best efforts to hold them back.
“That is not a denial.” His grip softened slightly, but he didn’t release me. “Your body can’t lie to me, even when your mouth tries to.”
He was right. I think. Damn him. My pulse was racing. My skin was hot where he touched me. I could feel the familiar pull of desire stirring in my belly. It was just a visceral response to his proximity that I couldn’t control.
I was over him and his hyper-masculine bullshit. My mind screamed to push him away, to remember his betrayal. Maurizio was waiting at home. But my treacherous body leaned slightly toward Lord, craving the contact I’d been denied for weeks. I leaned back, thinking about when I would get the chance to claw his eyeballs out the sockets.
“I hate you,” I whispered, but my words lacked conviction.
“No, you don’t.” His blue eyes bored into mine. “You wish you did.”
Chapter Thirteen
LABRIA
His mouth collided into mine. I tried to pull away, but he had me in his firm grip. I tried to bite his lips, but his mouth was holding me hostage. His hard, forced kisses were more like a punishment than passion.
I should have fought harder. I should have pushed him away, but my body was already weak from the kidnapping and whatever drugs I inhaled. I was able to get my hands up high enough to form a barrier between us. My hands on his shirt seemed to curl into the fabric as he pulled me into his rock-hard chest.
My stomach fluttered without my consent. I hated myself for it. I hated the way my lips parted for him automatically, and the way my body remembered his touch like it was yesterday instead of weeks ago. This was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn’t stop the heat spreading through me. I couldn’t deny the desire that had been simmering beneath my anger.
