Page 12 of Sinful Wrath

Massimo Conti is an intimidating man, but I’ve got him wrapped around my little finger.

At least, I thought I did.

“Dinner must have gone well.” His eyes narrow as they take in my wet hair and the heels that I carry in my right hand. “Why is your hair wet?”

I shrug, feigning innocence.

“I felt like a swim.”

“At this hour?”

“I’m going to bed.” I pad across the plush carpet toward the stairs.

“I want to hear about your dinner.”

I only offer him a wave over my shoulder before disappearing up the stairs. “Goodnight, Papa!”

My father very generously gave me the entire third floor of our penthouse, which means not only do I have my own private lounge and kitchen area, but I also have access to the rooftop terrace and infinity pool.

All things I will be giving up if I refuse to marry Mikhail Koslov.

The thought makes me bristle.

Tossing the keys to Mikhail’s G Wagon on my bedside table, I head into my bathroom to wash off the evening. I can still feel the phantom heat of Mikhail’s hands on my waist, and my nipples instantly tighten as I picture the desire in his eyes.

“We’re going to have so much fun.” I chuckle under my breath.

As I climb into bed, the excitement from my little excursion with Mikhail fades, leaving me with a tight feeling in my chest.

The only reason my father is doing this is because he believes I can’t take care of myself, and that thought stings.

My father loves me, but it’s no secret that his business is his number one priority. He’s shown that tonight by betrothing me to Mikhail.

So, I have to be the one to put myself first, to make sure that I can look after myself no matter what.

Though, part of me wonders if Mikhail Koslov might finally be the one to change that. Or if, like everyone else in my life, he’ll run once he learns the real me.

4

MIKHAIL

“Fuck!”I yell out as the sound of my G Wagon roaring to life fills the air, and it drives away.

The spoiled brat left me fucking naked and stranded on the beach in Coney Island.

I thought running out of the water naked was just another part of Lucia’s game. That it was her way of enticing me to follow her back to the car so we could continue our evening offun.

Her plump ass wiggling with every stride she took toward our pile of clothes had my mind focused on taking her from behind, feeling that luscious backside pressed up against me as my cock pounded into her.

It was why I barely noticed that she was not only grabbing her clothes, but mine too.

Running my fingers through my wet hair, I let out a roar.

I glance around to see if she’s at least left me my boxers, but it seems she’s taken every item of clothing I had on. Even my socks.

This isexactlywhy I don’t like having fun. Because youend up naked and stranded on a beach while some chick steals your two-hundred-thousand-dollar car.

But then a few feet away, I spot my phone half buried in the sand, and I let out a sigh of relief.

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