“Really?” he drawls. “What were you going to do with this? Call your daddy to come rescue you? Or maybe your lover, Andrea?”
“For the last time,” I snap, “Andrea is not my lover.”
He lets out a low, mocking sound. “I find that hard to believe, considering you were willingly walking down the aisle to become his wife.”
I open my mouth to explain again why I switched with Sienna, but I stop myself. He won’t listen. He doesn’t care about the truth. To him, I’m just another piece in this twisted game.
“I only took it so I could talk to my sisters,” I say instead, lifting my chin.
Nico tilts his head. “Then why didn’t you just ask?”
I quirk a brow at him. “Would you have given it to me?”
“No.”
“Exactly,” I mutter. “That’s what I thought.”
He steps even closer, voice dropping into that dangerous register that does terrible things to my body. “Don’t try to steal from me again, Eleonora. I kill people who steal from me.”
My heart stutters, but I refuse to back down. “Then why don’t you go ahead and kill me?”
A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. He leans in until his lips brush the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“And ruin the fun?” he whispers. “Nah.”
He pulls back slowly, eyes locked on mine with that predatory glint as he tucks the phone into his own pocket, eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
“Nice try, though.”
Then he reaches past me, picks up the polo I’d been holding earlier, and holds it out to me.
“You can keep it.”
I stare at the shirt, then at him, completely thrown off balance.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He simply takes my hand and places the shirt in it, turns and starts walking out of the closet.
Getting to the door, he pauses, his back still to me.
“I suggest you follow me,” Nico says, his voice low and dangerously calm, “if you don’t want to remain locked in my bedroom.”
Then he glances over his shoulder, dark eyes dragging slowly over me. A smirk pulls at his mouth.
“Except if you’re ready to be folded in half, legs spread wide, and fucked until you can’t walk straight… I suggest you leave.”
Heat explodes through me, rushing straight between my thighs. The image he just forced into my head, me bent over, completely at his mercy, him driving into me hard and deep, makes my knees weak.
I stand there clutching his shirt to my chest, heart racing, thighs pressed together, trying to ignore how wet I’ve become.
I take a moment to regain my composure, and follow him, heart hammering, thighs slick, cheeks burning with a mixture of fury and unwanted arousal.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Eleonora
I didn’t think it was possible to be this aroused and furious at the same time.
After Nico led me out of his closet and back into my bedroom, my luxurious prison, I’ve been a mess.
