Page 18 of Little Rabbit

When we’re both finally spent, we sink down to the floor, me still over her, her face and body pressed against it, hair spilling all around, both of us gasping for air. If there had ever been any doubt in my mind this woman is perfect for me, it’s gone now. Fuck, if that’s what it’s like every time, or hell, even half the time, I’ll die a happy man.

I slip out of her, and a primal satisfaction fills me as I watch my seed spill out of her. She’s a mess, and it’s sexy as fuck. I want to do it all over again, but even I need a few minutes to recuperate. Not to mention, we need to get our asses out of here before the De Lucas catch up with us. Sienna doesn’t move, and when I brush her hair away from her face, I can see her mouth is slack and her eyes are shut. She’s passed out cold, and I smile. I take her in, seeing the marks I’ve left on her body, and while I should be remorseful for marring her gorgeous skin, I can’t manage it.

Instead, I scoop her up and carry her back through the condo to the primary bedroom, since that’s where all her shit is. I head for the ensuite, and she starts to stir. I walk into the shower, carefully setting her on the bench in the corner before I get the water turned up to a reasonable temperature. When I turn around, she’s staring at me blearily. “Time to clean up, cara mia,” I croon as I step forward and help her to her feet. She’s unsteady, leaning into me, but seems to wake up a bit when I pull her into the water.

I’m tempted to explore every inch of her body, but she’s clearly exhausted, and there will be plenty of time later. Well, at least until we’re on the plane. I’m already craving her again, and next time, I’m going to taste every inch of her before I fuck her. So I quickly wash her up, and then myself, before we step out of the shower and dry off. She’s coming around, even with how tired she is. When we walk out into the bedroom, she heads for the bed instantly. “I need sleep before we go anywhere,” she tells me tiredly.

“You can sleep on the plane, Sienna,” I tell her firmly.

She looks at me with a pleading expression. “Please, Alessio, just a half hour nap and then we can go. I won’t fight anymore.”

I regard her for a moment, weighing the options. She does look exhausted, and even now, her eyes are drooping. I probably should insist, but the overwhelming need to care for her outweighs everything else. “Alright, half an hour, but then we’re leaving, Sienna. And I expect no arguing,” I add firmly.

She nods, sinks into the bed, pulls the covers up and closes her eyes. Within moments, she’s asleep. I drop my towel to the floor and crawl in with her, curling myself around her. I breathe her in, and something inside me relaxes. Fuck, I’m in trouble with this woman. She’s going to have me wrapped around her little finger if I’m not careful. When we finally get back to the villa, I’ll ensure she understands the rules and expectations, and then things will settle down.

I close my eyes, and before I can stop myself, fatigue swamps me and I’m falling into sleep right behind her.

I come awake abruptly, and instantly realize two things. One, Sienna is no longer in the bed with me, and two, one of my wrists is tied tightly to the headboard. Anger flares, and then a low chuckle has me whipping my head toward the sound. From the ensuite emerges a fully dressed Sienna, a smug smile on her face. “Oh, look who’s awake,” she croons as she steps further into the room.

“Sienna,” I grit out between clenched teeth, even as I flex against the restraint and feel it barely budge.

“You know, it was almost too easy,” she continues casually as she moves past the bed, well out of range where I can grab her, and around to the other side. “Pretend to be exhausted, plead a little for some rest, and then wait until you fell asleep. You didn’t even move when I climbed out, or when I tied you up. Did I wear you out, Mr. Legendary Stamina?”

The anger rising inside is enough to choke me. “I’m going to tan your ass the minute I’m out of this,” I threaten her. And I’ll be finding some creative punishments to add along with it.

“Mmmm, yes, I’m sure you will,” she drawls, completely unfazed. “But see, you’re not the only one who can tie knots, and I doubt even you can get out of that one, Mr. underboss. So, while you’re working on that, I have a few things to see to.” Then she turns and walks out of the room.

I seethe as I work at breaking the knot, straining against the fabric of the tie, but it does nothing but rub at my skin and increase my fury. When she comes back in, I watch her, plotting every thing I’m going to do to her to make her regret this little stunt. But then I see the knife in her hand and my phone, the screen already unlocked. I still, bracing myself to subdue her if she thinks about using it on me. She gives me a cool smile as she brings up the phone and says, “Say cheese.” I glare at her furiously, ignoring the shutter sound from the phone as she takes the picture. Before I can stop her, she puts the knife to my throat. The sharp edge doesn’t cut into my skin, but she puts it right over the carotid artery in my neck. One wrong twitch and I’ll be bleeding out before my men would ever be able to save my dumb ass. “Smile again, sweetheart,” she says sweetly as she turns the phone around to take a selfie.

I think I’ve misjudged this woman. She’s clearly as insane as I am. “You’re lucky I won’t kill you and be done with the aggravation,” I hiss at her. I’d never harm a hair on her head, but fuck if I don’t want to.

“Mmmm, but then you’d lose your bargaining chip, so I doubt that,” she replies, unfazed as she eases away. She clicks a few buttons, and then she tosses the phone to me and sets the knife down on the other side of the bed, close enough that I can reach it, but not her. “Let’s see if you can figure out where I’m going next, Alessio. Catch you later. Oh, and thanks for the orgasms. I haven’t felt this relaxed in months.” She winks at me, blows me a kiss, and then walks out the door.

“Sienna!” I roar, grabbing the knife and bringing it to the tie to cut through it. I cannot allow her to escape me. “Sienna!” I yell again, but there’s nothing but silence. I snarl as I finally manage to saw through the tie enough that I can brute force my way out of it. I grab my phone and jump out of the bed, running into the hallway. I reach the end just as Lazaro and a handful of my men come rushing in. “Find her,” I bark, already stalking toward the other end of the condo. I walk into the bedroom and curse angrily when I see the balcony door open and a sheet dangling from the railing. I run over and see it goes all the way to the next floor, but there’s no sign of her. I whirl when I hear someone behind me and see Lazaro coming in, his face grim. “She’s gotten to the next floor. Seal off all the exits. She is not to leave this fucking building.”

Lazaro barks orders and pulls out his phone as we both run back to the main area; I don’t give a flying fuck that I’m naked. The moment the men reach the elevator and it doesn’t immediately open, I know that she’s gone. She’s too fucking smart to be stopped by my men. Which means I need to hunt her down again. She’ going to pay dearly for this.

And I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it.

11

ALESSIO

I grind my teeth as I listen to the laughter filling the plane, both in person and over the phone. Because, of course, Lazaro can’t keep his big mouth shut and already sent off a group text to my father, brothers, Nico, and his own family. “It’s finally happened,” Sofia Cattaneo snickers through the phone. The little sister I never had, and Lazaro’s actual sister, she’s one of the few women who would ever get away with being involved in this kind of discussion. Normally, women are kept separate, but Sofia has never been a normal woman. “A woman has finally beaten Alessio Caruso at his own game,” she continues gleefully. “I’m hoping you catch her and bring her here so I can throw her a party. For now I’ll suffer through by marking this momentous occasion on my calendar.”

More snickers echo through the line, with Lazaro following suit. I shoot him a look full of threatening promise, but he just grins wickedly at me. “Personally, my favorite part was getting the pictures from her,” he adds loudly. “She looks so proud. Perhaps when we bring her into the fold, we should ask her to teach Alessio some new knots. I mean, she got out of his trademark one, and managed to tie him up in one he had to cut himself out of.” The admiration in his tone is unmistakable.

If I wasn’t so pissed, I would probably feel the same, but right now, the only thing I’m planning is revenge. I’d never harm her, but I’ll be showing her the error of her ways, even if it means tying her ass in a straight-jacket in order so I can get her safely behind the walls of the villa. Then, I’ll be locking her into my room and keeping her there until she accepts her fate. As soon as I can, I’m taking her gorgeous, infuriating ass to the closest church and marrying her. Then she’ll never be able to escape me again.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” Massimo chimes in excitedly. “We need some more excitement around here.”

“I want to see what she and Gia are like when they get together,” Zeno adds, and I can picture the wicked grin on his face. “Maybe she can give Gia a couple of pointers and?—”

“Over my dead fucking body,” Nico’s voice rings out, hard and tight. Considering Gia’s love for leading her husband on merry chases now that she knows what kind of reaction she’s going to get, I almost smile.

“Do you know where she’s heading?” Papa interrupts, clearly wanting to move this conversation along. Thank fuck, because I’m finished with this topic.

“We’ve been able to follow her as far as the train station,” Aurelio answers grimly. “But she didn’t purchase any tickets with her own name, and the cameras can’t find her boarding the damn thing.”

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