Page 15 of Pride

No doubt my comment about her needing to be dominated in bed is still fresh in her mind. “It’s good to see you again, Bella.”

Her jaw clenches. “Can’t say the feeling is mutual.”

I chuckle and move my lips close to her ear. “I bet you haven’t been able to stop imagining me dominating you in bed since I mentioned it.”

She moves away from me and gives me a glare that could ward off most people, but I’m not most people. “Are you serious?”

I tilt my head. “Deadly.”

“If you’d excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” She stands and walks away from the table before anyone can respond.

I watch her. “I assume you have more than one?” I glance at Giovanni. “I also need to use the restroom.”

Gio nods. “Of course, down the hall and the first left.”

I stand and walk out of the dining room with every intention of tracking down Bella. She thinks she can just walk away from me, but I’ll make her realize there is no escape. She will be mine in every sense of the word.

I wait down the corridor for Bella, as I don’t need to use the restroom. Instead, I intend to ambush her on the way back. And then I hear voices coming from a room further down, one of them Bella’s.

I walk toward it and open the door to find Bella talking in Italian to one of the members of the staff. “Would you give us a minute?”

Bella turns rigid at the sound of my voice. The woman she was talking to looks just as shocked as she glances at Bella and then rushes out of the door, leaving us alone.

“What do you want?” she asks.

I shut the door and turn back to face her. “I wanted to speak with you alone.”

Her cheeks flush as I get closer and I notice she nervously fiddles with her hair.

“Do I make you nervous?”

Her nostrils flare as she drops the strand of hair in her hand. “No, you make me angry.”

I walk toward her. “Are you sure that’s all, love?” I ask as I notice the way her breathing labors with each step I take.

Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Certain. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get back to dinner.”

I slide a hand in front of her as she moves forward. “Not so fast.” I feel a shot of electricity pulse through my veins the moment my hand connects with her stomach.

Her nostrils flare as she glances at my hand. “Get out of my way, Isiah.”

The way she says my name is sinful. “Or what?”

“I don’t think my father would be very impressed to hear that you’re harassing me.”

I arch a brow. “Is that a threat?”

“Yes,” she says, holding her head up high. I’ll give it to her, she’s got gall. Not many people are so cocky around me because of my reputation. It’s amusing, though, that she thinks she can threaten me.

I grab her arm and yank her toward me. “Listen to me, Bella,” I say, staring into those beautiful bright blue eyes. “You will be my wife and when you are, you will do what a wife is supposed to do.”

Her eyes narrow. “And what is it you believe a wife should do?”

I smirk. “Lay on her back and spread her legs to be bred.”

She gasps and I don’t see it coming quickly enough as her free hand slices through the air and slams into my cheek.

I growl and grab her other wrist so I have both of them trapped. “Careful, Bella. I will break you if you push me.”

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