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He runs his hand down my arm, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. His molten eyes meet mine, his lips curved at the corners. "You haven't already guessed?" he asks, leaning forward to press his full lips to my throat, just beneath my ear. "I want you."

I gasp, shocked even though I shouldn't be. "I'm not for sale, Valentino," I spit.

"No?" His lips slide along my jaw. My stomach clenches even though it shouldn't. My nipples harden even though they shouldn't. "We all have our price,principessa. Name yours. Anything you want."

"Let me go."

His breath pelts my throat, warm and intoxicating, when he chuckles. "Anything but that," he murmurs. "I rather like you right here."

"Lurido bastardo," I growl, jerking away from him.

He straightens, that damn smirk still in place as his eyes meet mine. "I'll take that as you considering my offer," he says as if I didn't just insult him. "I'm going to shower."

I watch in silent fury as he winks and then turns on his heel and strides across the room, leaving me chained to his bed.

Chapter Two

Luca

"Dio," I growl, wrapping a fist around my aching cock. I lean back against the stone shower wall and close my eyes, envisioning the curvy little beauty I left chained to my bed. Callandria Genovese. My enemy. And the only woman to get my dick hard in longer than I can remember. As soon as Mattia carried her in tonight, my cock took notice of her plump thighs and soft body. Of her long lashes and delicate little nose. Of her sun-kissed olive skin and waist-length hair.

She's even more beautiful when she's awake. There's fire in her and those amber sirens' eyes. She may be in chains, but she's no delicate little prisoner. She's every inch theprincipessa, spitting defiance as if she were born to do it.

I want her, and I intend to have her. Even if I have to play dirty to get her. If that makes me a filthy bastard as she called me, well, I've been called worse. Hell, I'vebeenworse. Rafe's hands aren't the only ones in this family stained with blood. He didn't claw his way to the top alone. Rafe, Gabriel, and I climbed a pile of bodies together. It isn't what he wanted for Gabriel or me, but we made our choice a long time ago. The only hands in this family not stained in blood are Nico's.

Rafe traded his future for Nico's freedom a long time ago. I traded mine to keep my brothers alive. And Gabriel, well, Gabe traded his to keep the three of us together. We'd already lost Nico when he walked away from this way of life. Gabe wasn't going to lose another brother, he said.

We're the fucking three musketeers. One for all. All headed straight to hell.

If I'm damned, I intend to claim Callandria before I take my place in hell. I want her desperate for me. I want her choking on my cock, pleading for it, willing to do anything for one more taste of it. I'm going to own her, body and soul.

Please, Luca, please. Give it to me.

I work my fist up and down my shaft, grunting as I imagine her spread out below me, her amber eyes liquid pools of desire, her body drenched in sweat. She arches and writhes, my name breaking from her plump lips as she pleads for me to fuck her harder.

I want it. Please, Luca. Harder.

"Fuck," I snarl, grasping for the shower wall as my balls draw up and cum shoots up my shaft. My legs threaten to buckle as my seed splashes against the shower floor before being swept down the drain. I suck air into my lungs, working out every last ounce of pleasure before I release my cock and slump against the wall.

How long has it been since I got myself off?

Merda. I can't even remember. Too goddamn long, I know that much.

"Fuck," I mutter, dragging myself beneath the hot water to clean up.

Callandria was only half right about those rumors. There was a time I frequented sex clubs. Ten years ago, I thought I could find what I was looking for inside, so I'd go and watch all manner of kink play out in front of me. I never found what I was looking for within. I never participated. Eventually, I stopped going altogether. There wasn't a fucking point when I always left more restless and dissatisfied than when I arrived.

If I'm going to die, it won't be with my pants around my ankles during some quick fuck in a club. And the possibility of having a knife slipped between my ribs by some chick paid off by one of our enemies wasn't a risk worth taking. Trust is hard to come by in this world. These motherfuckers will hug you with one hand and plunge the knife into your back with the other.

Tommaso Genovese certainly did.

"The shady, honorless motherfucker," I growl to myself, scrubbing shampoo into my hair as if that'll wash out the last month of my life. Genovese deserved death for everything he's done to our family. He had his own people killed to pin their deaths on us. He put a rat in Rafe's home, tried to force Rafe'sreginato spy on him by holding her life over her head, and then kidnapped her when she refused to do his dirty work for him.

The old bastard's death presents a problem, though. If Emilio decides to seek revenge, he may very well drag everyone into an all-out war. The streets will run red with the blood ofLa Cosa Nostra. No one can afford that. The Valentino family may be strong, but none of us have the numbers we once did. A war will break us.

I don't just want the curvyprincipessain my bed. Ineedher in my bed. It's the only way to stop what's coming and keep us all from ruin. I just need to convince Callandria that she wants what I'm offering. By the time she realizes I'll never let her go…well, we'll cross that hurdle when we come to it.

Despite what she thinks, I'm not a monster. I won't take her against her will. Her body is her own. But I never said I wouldn't blackmail her into seeing things my way. If her father thinks she's sharing my bed, whatever plans he had for her go up in smoke. Any alliance he thought to forge by dangling her as bait will disappear. He'll be furious. But not even their strongest allies would dare come between a Valentino and hisregina, not after tonight.

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