Page 70 of Mafia And Taken

“You can’t just do this!”

“I can, and I will,” I gritted out, not liking what was tantamount to her rejection of me. “You have no choice in the matter.”

With one last glare at me, she stormed out of the bathroom.

CATE

I couldn’t believe I had allowed last night to happen.

I had let him have sex with me.

And even that hadn’t been enough for him. Because afterward, he’d drugged me and had an implant put inside me. What the hell was happening?

I covered my face with my hands and groaned as something else came back to me.

I remembered falling asleep in his arms.And then he’d said he loved me.

He was delusional and a control freak, intent on messing with my mind.

My face blazed when I thought about the things I had let him do to me.

As I moved, my inner soreness only served to further remind me of what had happened between us a matter of hours ago. I’d let him have me—and not only that, I’d enjoyed it. As much as I hated him after what he’d done to me, I’d also wanted him last night. Jesus, what was wrong with me?

I was in the bedroom, dressed in denim shorts and a turquoise top, brushing my wet hair when he came out and stood behind me. There were angry tears in my eyes.

He stood staring at me through the mirror, his hair wet and his dark brown eyes intensely fixed on me. “Look, it was just sex.” He was trying to make me feel better.

“You take advantage of me when I’m confused.” I couldn’t help the accusing note in my voice. I didn’t know why, but I was more angry about the sex than the implant.

“You didn’t seem confused last night. I would have stopped if you had said no, but you were clearly into it as much as me.”

His flippant tone riled me.

I turned around and slapped him.

It happened before I knew what I was doing. As I heard my hand smack against his cheek, I felt shock overwhelm me. I’d never slapped anyone in my life.

I looked at him, and I could see by his face that he was angry.

ALESSIO

I told myself that she was acting like a child.

She’d had time to get used to the situation, but she was deliberately being difficult, labeling me as the bad guy when all I was trying to do was protect her.

Deep down, however, I knew I was angry because she was fighting me. And she was fighting the feelings she had for me.

I’d had enough of this. If she wanted me to be the bad guy, then I could do that too. I grasped her arm.

“You won’t do that again,” I growled.

“You may have forced me to come here and put an implant inside me, but I still control my decisions and my body’s reactions,” she hissed.

“That’s where you’re wrong, cara. I own you now—including your body.”

I watched her pale throat swallow as I took a step closer to her and trailed a finger over her breast, her nipple tightening under her clothing in response.

“Your father signed you over to me in the contract. I can make you do whatever I want now,” I said in a dangerous tone.

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