Page 46 of Explosive Union
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
A hand clamps on my thigh. I glance at Rocco and see his eyes are swirling with emotion. There's anger, frustration, and lust. “Whenever I think I have you worked out, you go and surprise me. Is there anything about you that is at face value?”
“No,” I snap. “If you want to stay alive, I suggest you take your hand off my leg before I remove it for you. And, Rocco, when I do, there'll be some broken bones.”
This man has a habit of putting his hands on me without permission. He seems to think that because we are set to marry next week, I am his possession. I am not. I don't belong to anyone, and I never will. The sooner Rocco gets that through his thick skull, the better.
“You've got to know,Mia Cara, that you threatening me just makes me harder. “
I scowl at him calling me my dear.
“And when I finally sink my cock balls deep inside of you, you'll be begging for me to touch you.”
Damn this man. How is it that he can make me feel like I am a teenager again? That just a few words from him makes my stomach flip with excitement. I shouldn't want him; Christ, I shouldn't want him. All he's done since the moment I met him is piss me off like no other. He makes my blood boil, yet he sends my pulse racing in all the right ways.
The funny thing is, I'm not scared of him or his touch. I actually feel safe around him. That is the furthest thing I should be feeling. Rocco makes me want things I have no business wanting, because when the truth comes out, he’ll not want me.
“It’ll be fun to watch you fall, Rocco. A man like you, so full of pride, his very existence is being a man. What's it going to be like when you realize I've got bigger balls than you do?”
His chuckle makes my body shiver. The entire room is looking at us. His fingers caress my face, and I hold back the whimper as his breath feathers across my skin, his lips inches from mine.
“Oh, Mia cara, I’d love to test that theory. But let me make myself very, very clear.” His gaze firmly on mine, I’m entranced. I can’t tear my eyes from him. “You are mine, and when the time comes, and it will, I will be fucking you, andprincipessa, you’ll know exactly who it is that’ll be making you come.”
I shake my head. He’s so full of himself. I lick my lip and watch as his gaze darts from my eyes to my lips and back again. This time when I look into those brown orbs, I see so much want and need staring back at me that I’m finding it hard to hold on to my control. I want him. God help me, but I want him. “Whatever you say, darling. Whatever you say.”
Natalia coughs, pulling us from our intense gaze. “Dinner will be served momentarily.”
I say a silent prayer for meddlesome mothers and face forward. The sooner dinner is served, the sooner I can get out of here and return home. I need some space, some time away from Rocco. There are only so many times I can brush off his advances.
His breath is hot against my skin as his lips trace the shell of my ear, and my body breaks out in shivers. Motherfucker. He won’t leave me alone.
“I know you want me,Principessa. Why are you denying us both what we want, what we both so desperately crave?”
I glare at him. He’s pushing me too far. I can’t deal with this shit right now.
“Just how many women are you craving? I mean, didn’t you have someone you were fucking before I was released?” I ask with a raised brow. Oh, I did my homework. I know all about him and the woman he’d been seeing for six months. By all accounts, it didn’t mean much. I don’t care. As long as he’s not fucking her when we’re married, they both can live.
His scowl is etched on his face as his mam and granny walk in, their hands ladened with dishes of food. It smells good. I just pray I can eat and get the hell out of here. Rocco’s getting way too close for comfort.
* * *
“You think you can disrespect me?” Greaves hisses in my ear. “When you gonna learn, girl? That in here, I am the motherfucking law. No one is gonna help you.”
I struggle against his hold, but the fucker has my arms pinned behind my back as he pushes my face against the wall.
“Get the fuck off me,” I snarl, pissed that these bastards will not leave me the hell alone.
There’s not an inch of my body that isn’t marred with bruises. It’s been a long three years of being in this hellhole. Especially as these dicks think they’re the shit and are a rule upon themselves.
I brace for impact as Greaves’ hands tighten around my arms.
“Cunt,” he grunts as he pulls me back slightly, and then before I can even blink, my face smashes against the brick wall. I gasp at the sound of bone and cartilage breaking.
Pain tears through my face as blood pours from my nose. Motherfucker has broken my nose. I’m gasping, trying to catch my breath, but the taste of metallic liquid makes it hard to do.
I can’t wait to get the hell out of here and kill these bastards.
“How many times am I gonna tell you, girl? Hmm? Watch your fucking tone and who you’re talking to.