Looking like she was going to puke, she brought the sheets up to her neck. “What stunt?”
My head lolled mockingly. “The fainting.”
“It wasn’t a stunt!” she hissed. “I couldn’t go through with it. I tried. I fucking tried, but how was I supposed to do it? Cosimo died three days ago. Three! Excuse me if I couldn’t stand his fucking killer shoving his tongue down my—”
I crushed my mouth onto hers, cupping her jaw roughly, and shoved my tongue inside. No more listening to her whining about what I did to my brother. I didn’t need the reminder. My sin was going to haunt me till the day I died. And long after that. I had to silence her as much as I had to kiss her.
At the wedding, I was doing her a favor when I kissed her, trying to save her life when she clearly couldn’t. Now, I kissed her because I wanted to. Needed to claim that sassy mouth that wasn’t afraid of Il Tagliatore.
She squirmed, her palms pushing against my chest, and squeaked some protests. My grip tightened around her jaw in response as my tongue swirled around hers. Then her eyes blazed with a dangerous sparkle, and her teeth, her fucking sharp teeth caught my tongue and bit.
“Cazzo!” I staggered back, my fist clenched, ready to throw a punch. It took a lot to remind myself she was a woman.
The sting of her bite spread through my face, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I touched my lip. Red smeared my finger. When I stared at her, that fire of hers raged in flames. I chuckled as I couldn’t help the twitch in my cock. “Mamma got a spine, Mario.” I spat some blood. “One I’ll enjoy breaking.”
Something clicked. The knife. It was in her hand. Wow. I was truly impressed. “Come near me again, and it will be your dick bleeding this time.”
I laughed out loud. If I were arapist, my cock would be violating her pussy by now. She had no clue, with that attitude, she was only turning me on some more. “Put it down, dolcezza, before you hurt yourself.”
She held the sheets to her chest with one hand, the other waving the knife at me. “Get out of the room.”
“Not gonna happen.” I stepped forward, and she retreated, her back slamming against the headboard. “And seriously now, you’re gonna have to put this toy down and listen to what I have to say. Newsflash, you’re not gonna like it.”
“Like I’m ever gonna like anything you have to say.” She nodded at the armchair in the corner. “Sit over there and talk.”
Did she just give me an order? “Bossy, too, aren’t you?” I snorted. “Look, I’m trying to be patient here, but it’s not really my best virtue.” I cocked a brow in warning. “Put the fucking knife down.”
“Sit. Over there.”
I sighed.Va bene. Wanna play? Time to show you who is boss.
I pounced on the bed, my grip cuffing her wrist. She snarled, waving the blade aimlessly, trying to reach my face. Damn, she was going for the eye.
It didn’t take me long to force the knife out of her fist. The little blade thudded on the floor. “Just to be clear,youdon’t get to tell me what to do.” I held both her wrists behind her head and pinned her down with my weight. “Now, if I want, I can doanythingto you, and you’ll just take it. You can’t fight me off, Bianca. Next time you want to confront a man double your size, think of a better plan. Know how to pick your battles. And weapons.”
Her breath caught, her hair and eyes wild. The sheets had slid off her, and her tits were naked again, rising and falling with every labored breath. With the way I was caging her legs in with my knees, I was sure she could feel my growing erection pressed to her pelvis.
I didn’t like that. I didn’t want her to think she had some sort of power over me because she didn’t. This was just my dick reacting to something…new. All the girls I’d been with were more than happy and excited to be fucked by Enzio Lanza. Fuck, they were more than willing to even jump into my kinky shit without a problem, the kinkier the better, and they always left with a shit eating grin on their faces.
Bianca Zanetti was the first woman who didn’t want the honor.
“Get off me,” Her voice was low and stern, but I caught the little quiver in it.
Part of me hated that she really thought I was going to rape her. I was a lot of things, but not that. Another part of me loved the way she was helpless and vulnerable underneath me. A crazy voice told me she might be liking it, too. Her nipples were like little rocks. Heat came in waves from between her thighs and onto my pants.
It could be fear or cold air on her naked chest that hardened her nipples, and it could be rage or adrenaline that burned her skin. But if I wasn’t mistaken, I believed Bianca was aroused by our rough dance as much as I was.
There was only one way to know for sure, but if I came anywhere near her pussy now…
“Get off me,” she repeated, shaking harder.
That’s exactly what I should do.I frowned, hating how I was enjoying this a little too much. “Will you behave?”
She just glared at me.
If she wanted me off her that much, shouldn’t she rush into a fuckingyes, even as a lie? Why was she messing with me when I was giving her an out? I shook her. “Will you fucking behave?!”
“Yes,” she hissed.
