Page 13 of Stolen Bride
“Yes, Mr. Valentino.” It’s good she doesn’t have that flirty bravado she normally does. She learned her lesson the last time I warned her for even putting her hand on my arm, like she had the right. She’s lucky I didn’t rip it right out of the socket.
Still, none of that matters because all my attention is on the little thing in the black skintight dress that cuts at the top of her thighs, nearly showing her pussy from my angle. Fuck me. I’m going to cut some eyeballs out tonight. The number of men who have had a nice view of my future wife’s cunt is unacceptable.
My shy little angel sees them rise and move to the stairs. Nervously she looks to their backs and decides to get up, thinking she’s allowed to leave, but I never gave her permission to leave me. Shaking my head, I grip her hand in mine and sit her ass back down before taking a seat next to her.
Looking at my server who is waiting for us, I ask, “Bring us some bottles of water, please.” I take my little woman’s glass from her and set it on the tray. “She no longer needs this.”
“Yes, Mr. Valentino.” She leaves us, passing by my sister who has yet to take a seat.
“Grace.”
Gracie looks at me strangely, giving me a smile before she says, “I have to use the ladies’ room.”
“My office,” I inform her, returning my attention to my angel.
“Of course, Damiano.” I can see my sister rolling her eyes without even looking at her.
We sit there all alone, and my body burns with hunger, yet my little angel refuses to give me her eyes. They remain trained to the hem of her short dress. Although it’s a spot I find appealing as well, I want them on me. “Look at me,” I command.
She lifts them in a flash, as though she’s used to following orders. The first thing I spot is how glazed they already are. She’s fucking already been drinking more than that glass, or she’s on something. As pissed as I should be about that, I plan to use it to my advantage. My angel’s engaged to another man, something I can’t and won’t tolerate. “Tell me your name, Angel.”
“Stella.”
“Stella, I’m Damiano.” I take her hand and bring it to my lips, stealing a kiss on the back of her soft skin while noticing something so glaringly missing.
I rub her bare finger where her massive rock should be. “I thought you were engaged. Or was that an excuse to get my sister to bring you here?” I question, hating to think they lied to my sister and used her good nature to get inside my club, and yet at the same time, the pleasure of her being unattached is immeasurable.
“I am engaged,” she hisses back in disgust, pulling her hand away from mine. Never in my life has someone dared to disrespect me without recourse, but there is something about her that makes my dick harder than it’s ever been.Fight me—I’ll enjoy the chase. I’ll eat it up before I eat you up.
Still, I can’t tolerate that she believes she belongs to another man, or that there’s some prick out there who thinks he has some claim to her. The thought of him putting his hands on her, touching her, kissing her, fucking her, does violent things to my insides. A rumbling sound builds in my chest as I rage internally, ready to shoot the prick in the head.
Gripping my hand around her throat, I give it a gentle squeeze. “Then where is the ring, because there’s no way in hell I would let my woman walk around dressed like sin with eyes of an angel,unclaimed?” I lean in and brush my nose over her hair, breathing her in. She smells so damn good. I want to lick her from head to toe and mark her up so every man knows she belongs to Satan himself. Even in the darkness of the club lights, I can see her pale skin redden at my compliment.
With her expression schooled, she says, “It’s being resized.”
Smirking, I lean in, my thumb rubbing her chin. “You’re a good liar. A really damn good liar. But I’m really good at reading people, baby girl. Now tell me the truth. Those who lie to me find it’s the last thing they do.” I wouldn’t harm her at all, but I need her to tell me everything. Her pulse picks up under my hand, and I love it.
Something in my soul demands I act on her behalf. I’m not sure what it is. Maybe that she’s so sweet looking with a hint of fire hidden under that demure façade or something else, but my need to protect her grows stronger with every second thatpasses. She closes her eyes as if she’s absorbing my touch. As much as I don’t mind, I want those beautiful blue irises on me.
“Answer me, Stella.” My thumb caresses her cheek, sending her eyes back up to mine.
“I’m only allowed to wear it for show.” Her confession is low and honest. I release my hold on her.
“Well, you’re out tonight. Why aren’t you wearing it?” I have a million questions. Some I’m too afraid of asking because it will send me into a violent rage, and no one will survive my wrath. The trail of dead bodies will lie at my woman’s feet by the time I’m done.
“If they knew I was out tonight, I’d be a dead woman.”
My knuckles whiten as I flex my fists, ready to do battle. I’ll beat a motherfucker to death with my bare hands and not think twice about it. “They put their hands on you again, and I’ll kill them.”
She smirks as if she thinks I’m kidding.
“Sir.” There’s a light tap on the half wall. It’s the server. I wave her in, and she sets the bottles down on the table in front of us. “Anything else?”
“No, thank you, Sasha.” I might be an asshole, but my employees don’t get treated poorly. She nods and steps away, leaving Stella to me again.
I pop open her water while I sit closer to her. As much as I want her to submit to me, and her being intoxicated helps, I don’t want her to be trashed. My attention is captivated as she takes a sip of water, envious of the bottle against her soft red lips. Those plump beauties would be perfect wrapped around my cock, sliding over my length until she gags and begs to swallow my load. I bite back a groan as she sets the bottle onto the table.
“I’m serious, Stella. I’ll end them all.”