Page 87 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
“So?” I bark at her.
She doesn’t move.
I pick up the chair that is still facing her and slam it to the floor. She jumps, a terrified look widening her eyes. Immediately, she starts trembling and tries to scoot backward but I grab the seat of her chair again. My fingers accidentally brush the soft flesh of her thigh and even though I couldn’t be more furious with this woman, my cock startles awake.
I look up and her lips have parted, her hair blowing from her face with each puff of her breath. Despite the fact I’ve got her tied up and believing her whole family distrusts her, she’s still affected by me, and that thought alone is making me painfully hard.
“I said, ‘so’?”
“So what?” she answers, croakily.
“You were reflecting.”
She swallows and licks her lips which pushes my self-control to a new limit. “I have nothing to reflect on, Benito. I only got that letter the other day and I have noidea what Federico’s involvement with the Marchesi’s is.”
I settle on the opposite chair and stroke a hand down my tie, then I smile at her.
“Contessa… Usually, when I capture someone and ask them to reflect on their story, they do it, and then they tell me the truth. If they need a little more persuasion, I torture them.”
It’s true and she knows it. She’s seen me wash the blood off my hands.
Her head falls forward and she gazes up at me through thick, damp lashes. The sight of it does nothing to soften the erection growing beneath my slacks.
“Benito, I have nothing more to tell you. Please believe me.”
Cristiano’s permission rings loud in my ears. We’re going to ruin the Marchesi’s. If Federico is in contact with them, I need to getsomethingout of Contessa. She’s a damn good liar. She’s had me fooled up to this point, but that ship has definitely sailed.
“Which Marchesi is he talking to?” I bite out.
She sighs heavily and drops her gaze to the ground. “I don’t know.”
“In what capacity does he associate with them?”
Her head shakes softly. “I don’t know.”
I try a different tactic. “He’s in New York.”
Her head jerks upwards and alarm flashes across her features. “Federico?”
Hearing his name on her lips feels like a sharp knife is being driven through my chest.
“Where would he go?” I press.
She shakes her head and pins her lips together.
Something inside me snaps. “I’ve had enough of this shit.”
I push the hem of her skirt up to her hips and drop my gaze to the pink panties covering her pussy.
Her thighs tense and her voice trembles. “What are you doing?”
I don’t answer because I’m completely focused on the mesmerizing vision between her legs. I hate that I know how she tastes and I hate that it’s so fuckingsweet. I curl a thick thumb around the edge of her panties and drag them to one side.
Her breath hitches and her shoulders brace.
“Benito…”
OhGod. Her beautiful pink clit is becoming engorged. It’s swelling before my eyes. Federico might be the one she loves but I’m the one who turns her on, whether she likes it or not. I press my thumb to the gorgeous nub and soak up the moan that it pulls from her throat.
