Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
"They don't enter my personal quarters."
That draws me up short.
"Your personal quarters?" I gape at him. "I am not sharing a room with you."
His smile reflects in his eyes this time. The bastard. It overtakes his features, turning him from dark prince to wicked, wanton king. Those chocolate eyes rake like fire across me, kicking up flames deep in my stomach. "Oh, you're definitely sleeping in my bed, tigrotta," he says. "It's the only fucking way I'll get any sleep with you under this roof."
"I am not sleeping with you," I hiss, yanking my elbow out of his hold. Hell will freeze over before I sleep with him. Matter of fact, I think hell might switch polarities entirely before that happens. I don't care how dangerous he is or how badly Diego needs my help or how much my stomach quivers at the thought of sharing a bed with this man. It's not happening.
He ignores me, instead stepping around me to open the door. He enters the room, still without saying anything. I stand there for several long moments, my feet rooted in place, waiting for him to come back out so we can finish this argument. He doesn't.
"You have got to be kidding me," I growl, stomping after him.
I barely make it over the threshold before I'm pressed up against the wall, his knee wedged between my thighs, his body pinning mine in place. His mouth comes down on mine in a hard kiss. I try to resist him. I want to resist him. But as soon as his tongue touches mine, my resolve weakens. I unravel, losing touch with reality as a surge of desire swarms through me so fast, I cry out in shock…in bliss.
Rafael growls, plunging one hand into the thick mass of my hair. He cranes my head back, angling it to allow himself to kiss me deeper. He's not cold now. Oh no. He's a livewire, sparking against me again and again as he consumes my mouth with his wicked lips and honeyed tongue. His control slips, his teeth raking across my bottom lip.
"Fight me, tigrotta," he growls, against my lips. "Sink your little claws into me and fight like hell if it makes you happy. But you will be sleeping in my bed. It'll be my cock you dream about. And when you can't stand the ache between your thighs anymore, I'll be the one you reach for. It'll be my cock fucking you so deep you'll feel me every time you breathe. You're mine, Amalia."
"I'm not a possession," I gasp, writhing as he grinds his knee against my center.
"No," he whispers, trailing kisses across my cheek. His lips dance down the side of my throat. His stubble scratches my skin, sending a bolt of lava through my veins. "You could never be something as simple as that, tesoro. You're going to be my queen."
Before I can react to that, he's gone.
I slide down the wall, my legs too weak to hold me up. My mind reeling.
The door clicks closed behind him.
A second later, the lock slides into place.
The arrogant bastard locked me in.
"I'm going to kill you, Diego," I whisper, my entire body trembling, though I'm not sure if I'm trembling with fear…or with need.
Chapter Three
Rafe
"Did you find anything in her belongings?" I ask Mattia, glancing up at him when he steps inside my office two hours later. Luca is gone, off to fill Gabe in on the situation. With any luck, Diego will know within a matter of days that Amalia is here. All I have to do is wait for the motherfucker to show up. Sooner or later, he will. And then we can end this whole shitshow.
Amalia is a completely different situation. If I want her to fall in love with me, I need her to trust me. But it’s already a little too late for that. Holding her here against her will isn't going to win me any favors. I doubt kissing her won me any either. I don't regret it though. Every time she opens that smart mouth, I want to fuck the fight out of her. Her fire is a hell of a turn on. She's not a delicate flower, or a trembling little leaf. She's a queen, a woman worthy of a throne. She deserves better than a soulless bastard like me, but I'm claiming her anyway.
If anyone would like to try to stop me, well, they won't be the first murder I've committed. Probably won't be the last either. At least this one will have a reason beyond this goddamn empire. My father might be burning in hell, but he's doing it with a smile on his face, I'm sure.
Under my rule, his empire is secure. We're the strongest of all the families. For the first time in nearly one hundred years, a Capo dei capi reigns. Me.