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I roll my eyes and throw a pen at him in frustration. But to no avail; the room erupts into laughter and chaos once more, and my attempt to regain control is futile.

“Everyone out,” I growl, before I make my way outside and position myself in some prime real estate where I block out Allegra’s sun. She opens her eyes and squints, then scowls when she realizes it’s me.

“What are you doing?” I demand, my patience wearing thin.

“What areyoudoing?” she shoots back, shooing me away so the sunlight hits her skin once more. But I refuse to move, determined to make her uncomfortable.

Rising from her spot on the ground, she stands almost as tall as me with her long legs stretching on forever. As much as I hate to admit it, I could see why my brothers were mesmerized by her beauty. Usually, her long brown hair cascades down her back in loose waves with strands of golden highlights catching the light. Today, she has it pulled back into a low bun at the nape of her neck, presumably so it won't get in the way while she swims. But even in her anger towards me, her brown eyes still hold a feline-like allure. If looks could kill, I'm sure she could have taken me out in an instant.

“Save your nudity for when you're alone, Allegra,” I reply, trying to ignore the effect of her semi-nude state on me.

She stands in front of me with arms crossed and fire in her eyes. I know she hates being told what to do, but I can't allow her to continue defying me in my own home. She challenges me with a raised eyebrow, daring me to set more rules for her.

“You're disrupting our work,” I tell her, attempting to remain calm even though anger is bubbling inside me.

“Perhaps you should conduct your work in an office,” she retorts, her words hitting too close to home. Before I can respond, she adds more sass. “Why not put a timer on my showers as well? Or better yet, impose a curfew that would better suit your needs.”

I roll my neck, trying to release some tension building up inside me. This woman has no idea how much harder she's making it for me to get revenge. Revenge takes time and careful planning - something I didn't have when I first brought her here in a fit of rage. But I'm determined to see this through, even if it means sacrificing parts of myself along the way.

“Maybe I will do all of those things,” I threaten her. “But first, you need to listen closely.” Stepping closer, my voice lowers with rage. “I won't tolerate you undermining me. If anyone is going to cause harm here, it will be me. Check yourself, Allegra.”

Her next words mean to cut deep as she spits them at me with venom. “You are one pompous and arrogant pain in the ass.” But I can't let her get under my skin. I brought her here for a reason and she will stay until my revenge is complete.

“You only brought me here to lock me up and get back at my father?” She stands up to me, fearless and unafraid of my reputation. “Are you planning on keeping me imprisoned for the rest of my life? I have responsibilities. Family. Friends. A life. And yet, you think you can dictate how I spend my time.”

“You'll remain here until I'm finished with you,” I whisper, my voice ominously low. “And when I am done with you, your life, family and friends won't matter much. They will seem insignificant.”

“You're a real piece of work, do you know that?”

“Oh, I know.”

“Go to hell, Scar Gatti.”

“Not without you, sweetheart.”

My cockiness resurfaces. But her reality is that she is living her worst nightmare regardless. And I believe that's the main reason why she didn't hesitate before reaching out to place her hands firmly on my chest. Almost like a lover would. My eyes widen in surprise at her touch, as electric sparks course through me. Right before she shoves me into the pool.

CHAPTER 11 – SCAR

I slap Marisa’s ass, indicating that it’s time for her to leave.

I want to get back to the cameras. In fact, I’m anxious to get back to the cameras. For the past few days, ever since she touched me before she launched me into my own pool and stormed off, I’ve thought about nothing but her fingers as they scorched through the fabric of my shirt.

I’ve taken to watching my prisoner on the hidden cameras I planted in her room before her arrival. Every moment I spend away from watching her movements on the small screen feels like time wasted. I want to know how she’s spending her days when she isn’t crashing my meetings, and I want to know what she’s doing to pass the time, especially if she’s plotting my demise.

And…I want to watch her suffer. I want to get off on her pain and fury. I want to find a way to destroy her painfully, especially after she dropped my sorry ass in the pool and stormed off in a huff, as though she was the one who had every right to be angry.

The woman is driving me crazy. Crazy enough that I find myself needing an outlet for all the tension simmering inside of me. We may be married, but I’m not bastard enough to physically take Allegra against her will. That’s not my thing. I can punish and brutalize her in many other ways, but I will neverlay a hand on her sexually without her consent. There are lines that even I won’t cross.

That’s why I called Marisa. She’s my go to when I want to release some pent-up tension. And she’s good at what she does. There’s nothing she won’t let me do to her, and damn, the woman gives good head.

“Awww, Carliiitttto…” Marisa purrs, and I think it’s only now I notice how needy she is. She’s beautiful as fuck, but there’s nothing much upstairs when it comes to what’s between her eyes.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my back turned to her, in the hope that she’ll get the point and leave, but instead, she crawls across the bed and leans up against me, her big tits smashing into my back. They’re fake. I’ve always known it. And it’s never bothered me. Until now. Everything about her is bothering me now as she moves her hand around my front and squeezes my dick playfully. Even the way she blew me today didn’t quite hit the mark.

“You’re no fun since you got married,” she pouts. I turn back to look at her, assessing her for a moment.

Fake. Fake. Fake.

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