There’s no fucking excuse for him laying his hands on her. None. I don’t care if she’s his flesh and blood. He will not hurt her.
There’s a violent, bloodthirsty creature rippling under my skin, begging to be unleashed. Begging me to let it out and play. Begging me to let it go unhinged.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, the calm and controlled part of me is tapping me on the shoulder and saying, ‘Uh, what the hell are we doing here?’
I turn away from the bastard whose life is in my hands while still keeping the chokehold on his throat and look over my shoulder at the beauty before me.
Redness is already blooming on her cheek, but as I look into her deep chocolate-brown eyes, with depths that seem to go on forever, I calm.
Recognition of who I am flashes over her face as she gasps.
The sound goes straight to my cock.
What I wouldn’t give to hear her gasp like that as I touched her, as I toyed with her, bringing her more pleasure than she could ever imagine. Hear her gasp as she came undone all around me, buried deep inside her, and then as I filled her with my cum. And then gasping again as I played with her some more while my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto her soft thighs.
All the rapid and lewd thoughts have turned my cock into iron. It pulses in time with my heartbeat.
I’ve never had a reaction like this to a woman before. But sweet Christ, if I ever touch her, I know I’ll be addicted.
Flashes of Rosa, my future wife-to-be, snap me out of the lust-filled daze I was falling into as I stare at Gina.
Turning back to her father, I issue the command that everyone in our organization knows. “We do not hurt women and children.” And if he touches her again, Iwillkill him. “Do. You. Understand?”
I know Caruso can’t speak, because I’m choking him, but I find I really don’t want to let him go yet.
“He can’t speak with how tight you’re holding his throat,” Gina says, strong and steady.
I look at her again; this time, it’s like she’s bathed in light. Like she’s the light to my dark. The sun. My sun.
Il mio sole.
I smile at the thought.
And, fuck, she’s beautiful. And fiery as she openly stares right back at me, meeting my assessing stare without fear or any coy flirtations like most women.
I turn back to the man who has been reduced, in my opinion, to a piece of shit on my shoe. I release him, repeating my question as he heaves in the air that I stole. “Do you understand me, Caruso?”
He swallows hard. “Yes, Tommaso.”
My temper flares again. “Yes, what?”
His eyes dart to Gina and then back to me. “Sorry. Yes, Don.”
I turn from him before I actually do kill him and face the woman who has me captivated. “Welcome home, Gina.”
“Yes, welcome home,bambina.” Guila’s voice wobbles as she steps to Gina’s side.
I don’t know if the woman gets abused regularly—I’ll investigate it because that shit does not fly with the Santoro family—or if she’s in shock seeing her husband hit her daughter, or if she’s just a weak woman.
But as I stare at Gina and see her cheek getting redder from where Caruso hit her, that bloodthirsty creature within me is back and clawing to get out. However, Gina’s light acts like she just petted the monster inside me, and he heels.
I offer her my arm, wanting nothing more than to whisk her away from this house. “Please join us.”
If I can’t actually steal her away, then having her join me is the next best thing.
Guila visibly panics. “She can’t join us looking like that.”
“Why the hell not?”
