Page 64 of Powerful Deception

“Tell me what you want, amate.” I say through my teeth, my hand going to her neck, wrapping around it slightly.

Arianna lets out a small gasp but still doesn’t push me away. If I knew better, I would say she likes my hand around her throat.

“I want to keep my job,” she pants, my grip growing a bit tighter.

“What else do you want?” I say, leaning in a bit closer to her mouth.

“I want you to believe me, because I am telling the truth. Everything I said was the truth.” She says, never taking her eyes off mine.

The truth.

She told me the truth. She told me about her dad dying and she told me why she used a fake name. Told me about Joseph’s routine trips to Little Italy, something that I knew already. She told me things that I never thought I would ever hear come out of her mouth.

Was I shocked? Yes, but her honesty only had me wanting her more. The admission made me want to grab her by the waist and slam my lips against hers.

“Dante.” Arianna says when I don’t have an immediate answer.

I look at the girl, the woman that is in my hold.

I look at everything from her eyes to her mouth to how her eyebrows and jaw are set. Nothing in her facial expression is telling me that she is lying to me. Hell, even every single background check that I have done on her has come back clean. I’ve only doubted her because the timing between her father’s death and when she walked into my club was alarming. Because of the name she used.

There is one thing I need to know before I can give her the words that she so much desires.

My grip on her throat grows, cutting her airway slightly. I need the truth, and this is the only way I’m going to get it.

“When you walked into my club that day, did you know who I was?”

The second the question leaves my lips, I see the answer in her eyes.

She knew.

Of course, she fucking knew, her father was one of Chicago’s finest after all. A friend.

Joseph never said anything, but he must have told her to keep away from me. I know I would have.

“And who I am doesn’t make you fearful?”

It should. Knowing who I am and what I do, should have been enough for her not to want to even step foot into my club, let alone my house.

Yet here she is, acting as the nanny.

Arianna, even with my hold of her neck, shakes her head.

Such a brave girl.

“And what if I told you that I wanted to fuck you from the second you walked into my office that day, would you be scared then?”

I feel her throat constrict a bit at my words. Letting my hold on her neck relax a bit, I place my lips on hers, tasting her slightly.

“Answer the question, Arianna. Would you be scared if I had told you that I wanted to fuck you?”

A whimper escaped her lips and I swallow it down as my lips circle hers.

“Answer.” I order, pulling not only my lips away from hers but putting a few inches between us, so I can get a good look at her.

“No, I wouldn’t be scared.” Her voice is shaky but the way she is standing is projecting power and it’s sexy as hell.

“And what would you have done?” I ask, I move my hands off her body and place them on either side of her head.

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