Wrath faced her, tilting his head as he gave her a once-over. “You’d look far more beautiful in a dress, vibrant in color, accentuating your voluptuous body. I remember the way you looked in the casino. Captivating. Then our time in South Beach,magnifico.”
“Did you enjoy taking Officer Renier’s life, pretending to be him?”
Wrath’s eyes narrowed. “I do what must be done, sweet Sophia. Even poor Pierre had certain proclivities that were quite disgusting. I did everyone a favor.”
The audacity of this man was unbelievable. “Turn the fuck around and place your hands behind your head. You’re under arrest…” She gave the usual words, the basics of being able to take him in legally, but she had no comprehension of the words she’d spoken.
And he made no attempt to follow her commands.
Exhaling, he walked toward one of the cabinets, opening the door.
“Keep your hands where I can see them, and you will do as I say,” she snapped, her feet moving in catlike formation. This asshole was unbelievable.
“I think it seems that you are the one longing to perform as required, as commanded. Aren’t you?” Wrath pulled down two glasses.
For some reason, she remained quiet, trying to figure out a course of action. She was embarrassed, excited, titillated, and had no words of rebuttal.
“You surprised me, Agent Waters, especially after spending so much time in a carnal manner. Granted, I knew you were a complete submissive, there was no doubt, but the depths of your needs are incredible. Are you thirsty? I have a fabulous bottle of cabernet that I purchased thinking of you.”
“You think this is funny, don’t you?”
“Not at all funny, my sweet, sweet Sophia, merely entertaining. I knew we’d meet again, although your tenacity is trulyenlightening. I’ve never had another law enforcement officer in any country hunt the way you have.” He gave her a lurid smile. “Perhaps we’ll save the wine for a special occasion.”
She was shaking, her anger off the charts. He was goading her in every manner and she was falling for his lines of bullshit. “Finding you wasn’t difficult, Wrath. You do leave a trail wherever you go. And the calling card. Nice try. If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were attempting to get yourself caught. Tired of the life with your affluent family, those two fabulous brothers and a baby sister. Right?” She inched closer, giving him a wry smile. “That’s right. Your sister has some developmental problems. Second wife for your father. Isn’t it? Your mother dying under very unusual circumstances.”
Sophia saw the hint of rage and knew no matter how he attempted to cover up his emotions, she’d broken through yet another layer.
He glared at her for a few seconds then shot her the same smile that had always made her shiver.
“Since we’re getting to know each other better, let me say that I read every blog and I must admit, you’re an excellent writer. You have talent in many areas. I can’t say I’m surprised at your words. I could see right through you on the day we met.” The smile wry, he pulled open the top to a bottle of scotch, pouring two generous glasses.
“You don’t know me at all, Mr. Constantino. I am your worst nightmare.”
This time, the snicker turned into a full laugh as he slipped his hands around the thick crystal.
Sophia wanted to be incensed but she followed the line of his arms down to his strong fingers, the muscles teeming through the thin material of his shirt. Her mouth was bone dry and she had difficulty swallowing. “Your father doesn’t appreciate failures. What did he say when you botched the situation with Mr. Wallace? Oh, and the consortium. They must have been pissed.”
Another nasty glare.
She was getting to him.
“I know almost everything about you, sweet Sophia. I know about your dying mother, who you never see. I know about your father, who was a ruthless businessman before his death and no doubt controlled your family using discipline.” Wrath moved closer, offering her a drink. He took a sip, his eyes penetrating, never blinking. “My guess is that you loathed everything about his firm hand until you embraced the fact he made you into a strong woman, capable and intelligent. Your father shaped the beautiful woman standing in front of me.”
Unable to take her gaze off him, she tried to shirk off the dazzling sensation, but her pussy clenched, her nipples aching to be touched and twisted, sucked and punished. Oh, God. Oh, God. She must be losing her mind. “You don’t get to talk about my family.” Her father had been a harsh disciplinarian, in her eyes nothing but a monster. She’d learned to hate him. Was there any difference in what she’d shared with Wrath?
Total control.
His requirement for her unquestioned obedience.
Everything was a blur, her mind shifting through the time she’d spent with the dangerous killer. Had she been forced to glanceat the reflection of the woman inside? Unfortunately, yes. The nagging inner voice refused to allow her to shove her head under the covers.
Time to accept.
Time to nurture.
Fuck. Fuck!
The masked woman inside would lead her to believe that she was born and bred to be a submissive, to follow strict rules and guidelines, to please and surrender to a powerful man.
