Page 8 of The Don's Proposal

He might want to come off like he’s in complete control of this, but I can hear the way his breathing grows heavier. I can feel how hard his cock is digging into my thigh at this angle. His pupils are dilated, making his brown eyes look pitch black like a predator after the first taste of blood.

This is wrong, and we both know it. From two different families who are constantly at the other’s throat, only blood is meant to be shared. Never pleasure.

My breath hitches, and his thumb moves faster. His breathing matches the tempo.

“Give yourself to me, little bird.” His hips thrust forward against my defiant,willingbody. “Otherwise, I have no choice but to ruin you.”

The pulsing between my thighs becomes too much. His thumb doesn’t stop, even after my body arches against his. He keeps me pinned to the bed, forcing my orgasm to wash over me in a destructive tidal wave that leaves my throat hoarse from crying out.

I can’t think. My thoughts are overfilling my head, and I can’t truly understand what he is asking of me. He wants secrets I don’t have.

He doesn’t know that my last name is nothing but letters written on a birth certificate.

I’m as useless as they come.

Yet, I nod. Only because agreeing means I’ll be giving myself some time. Time that will offer a possible escape.

Satisfied by my nod, he grunts as he yanks himself away. His cheeks glow with a gentle flush, while his dark eyes burn with a haunting hunger. He looks like he wants to eat me whole. Lifting his hand, he ruins his hair by shoving his fingers through the strands.

I half-expect him to yank at his pants and take care of the thick outline of his erection. However, he’s got more control than I gave him credit for.

“You will remain here for the time being. I have matters to take care of.” He licks his lip and smirks. “When I return, I hope to bring you good news. After all, if I get the chance to get my hands on that brother of yours, I might not need you for information after all. Once I take out the one on top, the rest will crumble.”

He sounds so proud of himself, almost excited by the possible outcome.

I won’t spoil his fun by telling him that Rocco won’t come. Not because he fears his own life, but because he simply doesn’t care enough. My sister, however, might. She’s always been the rebellious one. Rocco will be smart to keep a watchful eye over her. For Eliza’s sake, I hope he does.

Her beauty matches no other. If Santino sees her, he’ll happily focus on her and forget all about me. Such a thing can’t happen. I love her too much.

Moving to sit up, my limbs feel like jello. I couldn’t run if I tried. “You can’t lock me away in here.”

Much to my dismay, he turns around and walks toward the door. “I can, and I will. Until I am ready to move forward, you have little choice in the matter.” He pauses and clicks his tongue. “I’ll have to stick someone outside of the room, just in case. Though, you aren’t much of a runner.”

My face warms at his insult. How can he do what he has done, and then rub salt in the wound? It’s not my fault that the most cardio I get is from pacing through my room to get through each hour of the day.

“If you try to leave, I’ll have whoever is on the other side of the door take you straight to me, and I’ll punish you how I see fit.” Santinosmilesat the thought. “Understand?”

I scowl at him, responding to his question with silence, aware of how much he dislikes it. I shouldn’t test him, not when I’m still achy between my thighs. Who knows how far he’ll take it next time?

Next time.

My neck feels hot, and the heat crawls up to my cheeks and ears. No, there won’t be a next time.

Thankfully, he doesn’t linger to demand an answer from my lips. Instead, he leaves the room and shuts the door behind him with more force than necessary. There’s a lock on the handle, and I should quickly twist it so he can’t return. It’s only when I shift a little and feel the wetness spreading between my thighs that I stop.

I let him touch me as he pleased, let him rub himself all over my body. I should be ashamed, and I am. Just recalling the whole ordeal does almost as much damage as actual dry humping.

Covering my face, I’m hit with a wave of emotions. Ones that leave my lungs burning, and my eyes wet.

I can’t break down now. I have to be strong. If I want to survive this, I can’t sit back and watch my life pass by like I had back home. The only option is to play this game of his and come out on top.

Otherwise, Santino’s threats will ring true. He’ll take whatever he wants and leave me as nothing but ruined.

The mess soaking the thin fabric of my underwear is nothing but proof of how easy an outcome this will become unless I put a stop to it.

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