“I don’t know,” she says.
“You don’t need it. I don’t want to see another scar on that perfect body.”
She stares at me. “It could be for you.”
I smile at her brazen response. “We both know that won’t happen,” I say softly. I crouch down in front of the entrance to her cage and hold out my hand. “Give it to me, princess.”
She chews her bottom lip, staring at me. “What will you give me in return?” she asks.
I can’t help but smirk at her. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” I say. “All you need to do is come out of that cage and give in to what we both know you want.”
She takes a sharp breath. I know she understands what I’m saying to her.
“I-I can’t,” she says.
“Yes, you can. Come out, princess. Give me the shard and then let me take what I want from you.”
She hesitates, but she obeys; she reaches under the blanket and slowly draws the shard out. My heart starts to rush in my chest, beating like mad. I know she’s inches away from doing what we both want. I can practically already taste her delicious pussy, her smooth skin against mine. I want to sink my thick cock deep inside of her and hear her finally moan the deep release she’s been dreaming about for days now.
Her hand stretches toward me, but she’s still resisting.
“Come on now-” I’m interrupted by a loud knock from the other room. I can hear it clearly through the still-open door. I resist the urge to look, but Grace’s eyes are drawn to the noise, her body frozen.
I pause and cock my head, waiting. She pulls back into the cage, frightened.
I hear it again, and it’s loud and insistent.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath. I look back at her. “Don’t do anything. I’ll be back.”
She nods. I turn and quickly leave the room, my jaw clenching and anger coursing through my blood.
Fucking shit. I nearly had her. I was inches away, and now some fucker is interrupting us. I can’t be sure I’ll be able to pick back up with her where we left off. The moment is destroyed now. And I’m fucking pissed.
I head to the front door and yank it open. My father’s standing there, looking annoyed.
“What?” I ask him, angry. I almost forgot about him.
He pushes past me and walks into the kitchen. “Is that how you greet me now?” he says.
“I’m busy,” I say, shutting the door and following him.
He leans against a counter and takes me in. “Doing what?”
“I’m making headway with the girl.”
“You haven’t broken her yet?” He laughs. “Pathetic.”
“She’s stronger than you know,” I practically growl at him. “What are you doing here?”
“The Romanos want to know when the hit will be.”
“I thought you were doing that yourself.”
He grunts and looks away. “Things haven’t panned out.”
I sigh. That’s fucking typical of him. He’s gotten soft in his old age and he gets too excited about bad intelligence. He probably overheard some bullshit and took it as gospel like an idiot.
I won’t fall for that, though. I take my time and work things out the right way, like he used to do. Like he taught me. He’s a different person now, though, a weak person. He disgusts me, and I almost pity him.
