Page 29 of The Mob Boss' Pet

“Nothing, my little bunny.” He grins, but it’s not warm or cold, it’s somewhere in between. There’s a danger lurking in the way he’s staring at me, as though he’s just made another decision as to what to do with me. But he’s not letting me in on the secret yet, so I focus on finishing the food.

He can stare all he wants.

I hand him back the bowl when I’ve eaten my fill and move up to my knees to reach for the glass of water on the tray.

“No.” He smacks my hand away. “You don’t take. You ask.” He taps the end of my nose.

For fuck’s sake.

“Can I have the water, please?” I ask with an eye roll.

“Of course you can.” But he doesn’t hand me the glass, instead he stands up and takes the whole tray back to the dresser.

There’s a metallic bowl on the tray, and he pours the water into it. My stomach drops. I’m not... he can’t think that I would.

He brings the bowl to me and places it on the carpet at my knees.

“Here you go. I’m going to get a few things for your training session.” He pats my head and walks off to the closet, leaving me to stare at the bowl. Heat races through my body, burning my cheeks.

I’m not that thirsty. I scramble away from the bowl, pressing my back against the post of the bed. When he’s gone, I’ll drink from the bathroom tap.

He rummages around the closet for a few minutes before emerging. With a quick glance at the untouched water, he frowns, but only picks it up and moves it to a safe place near the dresser. Probably so he won’t step in it and ruin his designer shoes.

Vincenzo pulls his phone from his pocket and silently taps away at the screen before putting it down on the dresser.

“Come here, Stephania.” He extends his leg out and taps the floor with his toes.

I’m not playing his games anymore.

“I’m fine right here, thanks,” I say.

His gaze flies upward to meet mine, lit up like a kid waiting to open his birthday presents. “Are you telling me no?” he asks quietly. It’s the lack of volume that has my spine tingling.

I’m used to yelling. I grew up with a father that could scream down the roof if he was angry enough. All of my boyfriends raised their voices. I think I prefer the yelling.

“I’m just saying I don’t want to play whatever game this is.” I wave a hand between us. “Maybe your girlfriends like this stuff, but I’m not a fan.”

He cocks his head to the side, like he’s still trying to figure me out. I’m really not that complicated. Maybe the women he’s had in his life up until now have all fallen at his feet, but I’m not that woman.

I may pick the wrong boyfriends, and trust a little too easily, but I will not lie down and be his fucking doormat. I have a line, and he’s stomping all over it.

“I don’t do the girlfriend thing,” he responds, surprising me. Shouldn’t he be twirling his belt around rambling on about obedience?

“Maybe it’s because you keep a dog crate in your room,” I say, only half teasing. But seriously, it would be a red flag.

He huffs a short laugh. “The crate isn’t always here. I had it brought up after I had you in the guest room. I had a feeling I’d need it.”

“For me? You thought you’d need it for me?” I point to myself, unsure of what I could have done that would make him think I’d want to be kept in a crate.

“You slept pretty easily in it,” he points out.

“I was tired,” I blurt out in my defense.

He nods, but he’s not buying my excuse.

“Fell asleep without a problem, and it took a few tries to wake you up.” He points to me, challenging me to disagree.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I persist in my denial. In my head, I know I had less trouble with the crate than should have been acceptable. It shouldn’t have felt comfortable. And my pussy shouldn’t have been so fucking wet after my exchange with my captor. But there it was. All of it happened. I’d been aroused... aroused by him.

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