Page 14 of Little Rabbit

“Mmmm, but I’m exactly the kind of trouble you need,” that deep, smoky voice whispers in my ear, making me freeze. “Hello, coniglietto, did you miss me?”

8

ALESSIO

This time, I’m ready, and the plate crashes to the floor, shattering before she can lift it to use against me. Instead, I grip her wrist, twist it enough to subdue but not hurt, and then I lift her up and away from the carnage on the balcony, ignoring her struggles and curses. I’ll give it to her though, she knows how to fight. I have no intention of letting her get away from me, but her struggles are certainly entertaining.

I turn to close the balcony door before walking further into the condo. We don’t need any listening ears hearing what’s about to happen. I’ve already checked that the two condos below are empty, so we don’t have to worry about any neighbors hearing things they shouldn’t, either. Lazaro is still in the lobby, making certain we’re not disturbed, and to make sure that my sweet little rabbit doesn’t escape again. Though, at this point I wouldn’t put it past her to climb over the balcony and jump.

“Settle down, coniglietto,” I order calmly as I head toward the elevator. “You can fight me all you like when you…fuck!” I hiss, trying to keep ahold of her despite the searing pain in my back as she manages to elbow me—fucking hard, too—in the kidney. But Sienna is a slick one, and she uses my pain to her advantage, throwing her body hard to topple us both onto the couch as we pass by. I should probably be glad she didn’t send us crashing down onto the hard marble floor. I scramble to grab her, but like the slippery eel she is, she slips away. I force myself to get to my feet and stalk around the couch toward her as she backs away, heading for the hallway that will lead down to the bedroom. “You’re working your way up to a damn good spanking, cara mia. And I’m going to enjoy watching you struggle to sit down for a week because of it.”

“The day your hand touches my ass is the day I cut it off,” she spits at me, her eyes never leaving mine as she maneuvers herself backwards. I don’t know what she’s thinking is going to happen if she goes down to that dead end, but I also know now not to underestimate her. The woman probably has back-up plans for her back-up plans. Or maybe she knows of another way out of this place, just like her apartment back in LA. I’m not taking any chances. She’s not escaping me again.

“You’d have to have access to a weapon to do that, and I’m not about to allow it, Sienna,” I taunt. “Now, as much as I love this little game, and chasing you all over fucking Europe, I’m tired of it. You’re leaving with me.” I launch myself at her, and she pivots quickly on her feet, ending up behind me. She runs for the elevator, and a low growl rumbles in my throat. Every primal instinct inside me roars to life, and the thrill of catching her consumes me.

She almost reaches the elevator when I’m on her, pressing her up against the cold metal door, my body pinning her, and my feet keeping her legs spread so she can’t kick me. She tries to headbutt me, but I move just in time, before grabbing her hair and yanking her head back, making her gasp in pain and shock. “Now, that wasn’t nice, was it, Sienna?” I purr in her ear. The feel of her silky hair in my hand is satisfying, and I can see the pulse pounding in her neck. Is it fear? Desire? A combination? My cock hardens, and when she stills, I know she feels it, her breathing picking up. “Mmmm, you feel so nice at my mercy, cara mia. I wonder, are you scared of me? Or are you feeling something else? Something darker? Something more intoxicating?”

She starts to struggle again. “The only thing I feel for you is anger, you bastard,” she hisses back, trying to push me off, but all she does is press herself tighter into me, and I have to bite back a groan. Her scent wraps around me, and the feel of her pressed to me has my restraint crumbling, but I manage to keep myself under control. Barely.

“Is that so?” I whisper, putting my arm around her torso, my palm spreading across her stomach, making her still. “Is that why you’re breathing so hard, coniglietto? Is that why you’re trembling as I touch you? Because you’re angry with me? Nothing else?”

“Of course. You think I can’t feel that hard-on pressing into me, you sick bastard? You really think something like that excites me?”

Oh, that is exactly what I’m thinking, but she’s not going to listen to anything I have to say right now. Instead, I use her hair to tilt her head back and to the side, and ease back just enough to pull her away from the elevator door. I look down her front, and a smile of triumph pulls across my face at the sight of her nipples poking through her shirt. My sweet rabbit isn’t wearing a bra, and my hands itch to reach up and cup her, to feel her response to my touch. But I don’t. Instead, I taunt, “Your hard nipples say otherwise, coniglietto.”

“You pressed me up against a cold door, so of course they’re hard. Let me go, Alessio. Now.”

“Mmmm, no, I don’t think I will.” I release her hair and then spinning her around before pressing her back against the door, gripping her wrists together and lifting them above her head. Her eyes flare, and even though she tries to hide it, I see the dark desire that brims. Oh, yes, she is definitely affected, and I wonder just how much I’ll have to push until she lets her walls crumble. “You’re far too tempting, Ms. Harris.”

She struggles, but I tighten my grip and put my hand on her hip to keep her still. “Then my life is complete. I’ve tempted the great Alessio Caruso, I can die happy now.” She starts arching her hips, trying to twist away from my grip, but I tighten my hand and she hisses at me as she stills once again.

“No need to die, cara mia.” I smirk. “Though if you want to get to your knees, I’m sure you can show your appreciation in some other way.”

“Well, since I can’t cut off your hand at the moment, I suppose I could bite off the piece of you that I’m sure you’re far more attached to,” she replies sweetly, flashing a wide, toothy smile up at me.

“And yet, something tells me that the moment you have my cock in your mouth, biting is the last thing you’ll want to do,” I return, my free hand coming up to cup her chin. I let my thumb caress over her lower lip. At first, she doesn’t react, but when she snaps her teeth and catches just the edge of it, I pull away and chuckle. “Who knew cute little rabbits had such sharp teeth?” But, of course, I can’t let her get away with it. Instead, I lower her hands from the door and nip at the finger closest, making her gasp, and her eyes widen and darken. Oh yes, she likes that. “Unfortunately for you, the big bad wolf has teeth of his own, and he likes to use them. Especially on naughty little rabbits that run away.”

She stares at me for a moment, but then she surprises me by leaning closer, her face tilted up toward me like she’s about to press her lips to mine as she whispers, “He’ll have to catch me first.” Then she wrenches at her hands, making me adjust my stance to keep hold of her, but clearly she’s trained for that move because before I can counter it, her knee comes up and slams right into my balls. I curse, groan, and release her as I instinctively cup myself. Which, of course, allows her to pull away and round me with a triumphant smile. She doesn’t run, though. Instead, she moves further into the room, walking into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water as I try to keep the bile from rising in my throat and breathe through the pain that’s coursing through me. She’s a picture of cool, calm, and collected, and I want to throttle her.

“Your transgressions are adding up, Sienna,” I grit out, straightening and hobbling forward. “At this rate, you won’t be able to sit down for a month. I might add in some time chained to my bed at my mercy, with every hole you have filled, until you regret your actions.”

She puts the glass down in the sink and then casually moves along to the stove to pick up the dishes. What the fuck is she doing? I want to grab her and carry her ass out of here, but I also know that if I try, I’m going to end up with that fucking pan to the head, and it will be a whole thing all over again. It’s time for a different approach.

“I’m afraid that’s not on my to do list just now,” she replies as she puts the dishes in the sink. Well, all but the large knife she obviously used when making her dinner. That, she leaves right where it is. I have no desire to end up with a knife in the gut.

“Well, it’s at the top of mine, coniglietto,” I rasp out, stopping on the other side of the island and leaning on it, watching her. “Fair warning: if you think of chucking that knife at me, you won’t like my response.” When she looks at me, I let her see the dark promise on my face.

Her own expression gives nothing away, but her eyes widen just enough that I know she’s going to take me seriously. Instead of replying to that, she demands, “How did you find me?”

I smirk at her. “As I told you already, I have men that are the best in the world, and they can find anything and anyone. No matter how hard your friend tries to hide things, there’s always a paper trail.”

“So, wait, you knew I was here all these hours, and you just decided to show up now? How the hell did you get up the elevator?” Her eyes narrow with each question and the suspicion on her face is clear.

“Ah, now, why would I tell you my secrets, cara mia?” I taunt. “After all, you didn’t tell me yours before you escaped in Scotland, huh? Though I can give you points for being clever.”

Her eyes narrow to slits. “I wasn’t trying to be clever to impress you, Caruso,” she bites out. “I needed to distract you to get away. Which worked, so obviously your stalking skills still need improvement.”

I move slowly around the island toward her. I see her stiffen slightly but she’s not reaching for the knife. Yet. Instead she watches me closely, her eyes flaring with something equally dark and tempting, making my cock harden. I ignore it and keep advancing toward her at a slow, measured pace. “Is that so, coniglietto? Are my stalking skills really as terrible as you make them seem, considering how quickly I found you? Or how I got into this condo without you knowing?”

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