Page 27 of Sins of the Son

“And if at the end of one week I still hate the very sight of you, you’ll let me go and never, ever try to contact me again?”

He hesitated. That muscle over his cheekbone twitched again. Finally, he gave me a curt nod. “You have my word.”

One week. I could do this.

I hadn’t survived a terrible childhood and been forced to spend most of my teen years on my own by being one of those dumb bitches who put pride above practicality. I may hate the Cavalieris for all their money, influence, and power, but that didn’t mean I hated money. Money bought freedom and options. With that kind of money, Amara and I could move to Rome and live in luxury.

He curled his hands over the railing, caging me in, brushing my stomach with his already erect cock. He lowered his head to skim his lips along the column of my neck before whispering in my ear, “Or, you could give in to me now." The tip of his tongue traced the curve of my ear. "Let me taste that sweet pussy of yours again.”

I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped my lips.

His right hand moved to grip my waist as his left wrapped around my neck. “I want to feel your thighs press against my head as you come on my tongue. Right before I thrust my cock so deep inside of you, you beg for mercy,” he growled.

His hand slid up to clasp my jaw as he pushed my head back, partially bowing my body over the railing. His mouth moved over mine. “Give in to me now and I’ll double the money.”

I dipped under his arm and moved away from his grasp. “But that would make me a whore.”

Taking his money while indulging him in his futile attempt to win me over was one thing.

Taking his money to sleep with him was another thing entirely.

He slowly turned to face me. His long, hard cock was evident through the silky fabric of his pajama bottoms. He rubbed his hand over his flat stomach before dipping his fingers just below the waistband as he watched me intently.

My cheeks warmed. Without thinking, my tongue swept out to moisten my lips.

A low growl vibrated through Cesare’s chest. “Never call yourself that. We would both be getting something we want. Your mind may think it hates me, Milana, but your body wants me. Besides, I know how much you like pretty things. Think of all the designer shoes and dresses fourteen million euro would buy you.”

I knew I shouldn’t do it.

Taunting a man like Cesare Cavalieri was like taunting a caged animal.

It was worse than playing with fire; it was playing with fire while doused in gasoline.

Still, I couldn’t resist.

I needed to wipe that smug, knowing look off his face. He needed to know my body responding to his touch meant he'd won a battle, not the war.

I propped my hands on my hips and cocked my head to one side. “Why would I need fourteen million euro? Your seven million will be plenty enough to land me a rich husband once I move to Rome. Then my new man will buy me whatever I want.”

I knew the moment I said it I had crossed a line.

Everything became still.

The trees stopped rustling.

There was no more gentle lapping of water against the edge of the pool.

There was just a strange, unnatural… silence.

Cesare’s lips thinned as he bared his teeth. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

CHAPTER 10

CESARE

The thought of my Milana with another man was enough to send me into a blind rage.

She turned and fled back into the house.

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