Page 9 of Bound in Vengeance
I don't give her room to breathe. I step directly into her personal space, looming over her until she has no choice but to tilt her chin up to look at me.
“You and I have met before,bella,” I say, my voice dropping.
Her eyes go wide. “You’re crazy.”
“Am I?” I step into her space, crowding her against the wall. The tension between us is so thick it’s suffocating. “Does your father know his little daughter spends her nights at sex parties?”
Her face goes pale, and she opens her mouth to lie. I don’t let her. I fist my hand in her hair, yanking her head back. She claws at my wrist, her nails digging into my skin to break my grip, but it only exposes the delicate column of her throat.
Against my better judgement, I lean in, my lips grazing the sensitive skin. I shift my other hand, reaching between her thighs, pressing firmly against her heat.
Her eyes drift close, but they open immediately again as she forces herself to look me in the eye despite the way her pulse races. “You don’t get to touch me whenever you feel like it.”
“But I do,” I answer, leaking closer. “Tell me, Sienna,” I growl against her skin. “Do you regret that we didn’t go further lastnight? Is that why you’ve been mad at me since you walked in? Hmm?”
“In your dreams,” she breathes, though she whimpers the moment my pressure deepens.
I almost lose it.
Fucking fuck.
I should stay away from her. She’s everything I don’t need right now. But I crave her fire, and the submissive streak she displays when I’m near makes the burn all the more worthwhile.
I want her.
I suddenly pull back.
“You bastard!” she fires at me, eyes blazing. “Don’t mistake my body for permission,” she says, shoving against my chest. “Those are two very different things.”
“I suggest you return to the foyer, Sienna. I have an important announcement to make. You won’t want to miss it.”
I turn and walk away, not needing to look back to know she’ll follow. When I re-enter the foyer, Massimo is waiting for me to take my seat. A moment later, Sienna appears, her bun pinnedback at her nape. She looks composed. I want to ruin her. And I will.
I look directly at Massimo.
“I want to change more than just the date.”
His grip on his cane tightens. “What else could you possibly want, Alessandro?”
“I want to change my bride,” I say smoothly. I let my gaze settle on Sienna, watching the color drain from her face. “I’m marrying Sienna instead.”
CHAPTER THREE
SIENNA
“I’m marrying Sienna instead.”
Alessandro’s eyes stay on me as he says it, and suddenly the air in the room disappears.
For one insane second, I think he’s joking.
This has to be revenge for yesterday and the hallway. For the argument. For daring to speak to him like he’s something less than a god among men.
But Alessandro doesn’t look like a man joking. He looks calm, certain, vicious.
My stomach drops so violently I almost sway where I stand.
On the couch across from me, Camilla makes a small sound of shock, but I barely hear it over the roaring in my ears. Even Daniela looks horrified.
