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I really laughed now.
“I wouldnevercall my father. That place is aprison.For years, I’ve wanted to be free of him and his guards. I won’t go back there.” I shook my head. “I never want to go back, not if I can help it.”
“To Miguel then.”
I couldn’t laugh at that.
“The man doesn’t want to marry me any more than I do him. He resents me and says he’s going to,”—the rush of heat that floods my face at the thought of confessing to Viktor exactly what Miguel had said turns my blush scalding hot—“hurt me,” I finish, omitting the ‘how’ from the details I feel forced to share. Not that Viktor asked. In fact, his expression could have been chiseled in stone for all the sympathy he shows. “He wants to hear me scream. That’s what he was promising when your bouquet came.”
I don’t like his stony look. He’s silent, his steel-blue eyes as cold ice.
“I can protect you from your father,” he finally says. “I can even protect you from the Morales family, should they bother tocome looking, but if you’re looking to me to be your knight in shining armor, know one thing.”
My stomach sparks, that tiny, electrified jolt shooting from my nipples directly down between my legs as he takes my chin in his hand. His touch puts champagne in my veins, the fizzing, bubbly celebration racing just beneath my skin as he leans in.
To kiss me?
My shivery breath hitches in the back of my throat as I watch his warm lips come closer. At the last moment, he turns my face from his, and I feel the warm brush of his breath on my cheek and ear.
“I’m so very sorry, Princess, but you are going to scream for me too,” he murmurs.
He nips the lobe of my ear, and my right leg buckles right out from under me.
I’d like to say it was a fear reaction, that his words scare me so much, I all but drop right there at his feet, but what I feel is nothing like fear. It was wanting, pure and hot, rushing through my veins, hot on the heels of all that fizzy champagne. Wanting that made every erogenous zone in my body prickle at the nuzzle of his lips and teeth on my ear. I shiver as it’s followed by the soothing caress of his tongue as he draws my lobe into his mouth and suckles.
That hot pull tugs at more than just my ear, it’s in both nipples, my pulsing pussy, my swelling clit, making me gasp and grab his shirt with both hands. There isn’t a bone left in my legs by the time he’s done.
“Not only am I going to make you scream,” he promises, “I’m going to make you like it.”
Chapter 4
Viktor
I step back from her, hardly able to believe I just said that.
Not that it isn’t true. Sheisgoing to scream for me. It’s unnerving how fast my plans for her were changing. This morning, she was an untouchable princess. The daughter of my father’s murderer. The means to an end.
I’d meant it in my heart the first time I saw her—I really would have treated her like my personal whore. I’d wanted her to feel her topple from pampered grace into my ownership like the life-shattering event such a thing ought to be.
Except, she wasn’t pampered. She was tortured, and now that she is mine, I find myself reluctant to treat her badly.
She isn’t mine yet, a voice in my head cautioned. To fit the plans I formulated since Pisani’s betrayal, I need her irrevocably bound to me, until death do we part. No other arrangement will guarantee my success… or her safety.
At some point, her father will send someone to steal her back. What I’ve done isn’t a secret. There were a lot of people in thatballroom—Morales’ men, Alviero’s men, the casino employees… Give it twenty-four hours. After that, every Family and gang in Vegas will know what I’ve done.
Not that they’ll care. Oh, they’ll take a minute to admire the size and brass of my balls, but after that, all eyes will be on Alviero and how he responds. He has to, or they’ll wonder, then scrutinize. They’ll wonder why he let me walk into his casino and take his daughter without retaliation. They’ll wonder what I know when I marry her instead of giving her back.
They’ll wonder when he signs his ownership of the casino over to her.
He’s fucked. As soon as he’s out from under the sedative gas, he’ll know it.
Standing before me on shaky legs, Clara touches the ear I bit so gently. Her hands shake, and her cheeks flush brighter the longer she struggles to come up with something to say. She doesn’t dislike what I’ve done. Am I the first to do so? The startled wonder in her eyes says yes, and my interest in her lovely body tickles that much higher.
She really is a princess. The wonder with which she touches her ear betrays her innocence. The budding yearning in her eyes suggests she’s never been touched—I mean, really touched—and she doesn’t know what to do about it.
Yes, she’s still a princess, one my hands now itch to hold.
I don’t know if it’s my desire or her own need that frightens her, but she steps back. She drops her hands, clasping them tightly in front of her, squeezing her fingers as if that might stop me from noticing how badly she’s shaking. For me. Because I nibbled and kissed her ear.
