Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
She's the frightened little mouse I met last night all over again, more apt to run than to bite. When she realizes there are no price tags on anything, the situation only gets worse. She suddenly doesn't want to touch anything, as if she's afraid she'll destroy it.
I've never cared for Vincent, but I've never wanted to bring him back from the dead and kill him myself quite like I do, watching her tiptoe around the store like she's afraid she'll fuck up the place simply by being caught inside.
She should be draped in diamonds and silk, living a life of luxury. Instead, she's fucking terrified that she doesn't belong.
It's abhorrent.
When she thinks I can't hear her, she complains that this is too much, that she doesn't need clothes, and that I've lost my mind.
After three hours of this, my patience runs out.
"Wrap up everything she's looked at," I command.
Naturally, she hears me. She startles exactly like a little mouse caught scurrying along the baseboards.
"What? No. You can't do that!"
I cut my eyes at her. "Everything," I repeat, holding her gaze.
"Of course, Mr. Agostino," the perky blonde says, smiling ear to ear. "Right away."
Aurelia scowls daggers at me.
Well, at least this fucking place didn't tamp out the fire in her completely. I was beginning to wonder.
I motion her over with a crook of my finger.
She stomps toward me, making sure everyone in the general vicinity knows she's pissed. It makes my cock so fucking hard it hurts.
Something about her attitude just does it for me. She isn't a delicate flower. She has spirit and fire and isn't afraid to tell me to go fuck myself. I'd rather have her spitting venom at me than whatever the fuck the last three hours have been.
Even when she's terrified, she has a backbone. I need her to remember that. In this life, in this world, she'll need it.
As soon as she's within arm's reach, I grab her, pulling her up against my chest. My lips land against her ear. "Keep being difficult, and you'll pay for it with my dick down your throat in the changing room, topolina. You can't complain if you can't breathe."
"You wouldn't."
"No?" I nip her ear. "Try me, cara mia."
I'm not sure why I expect her to behave. No one tells her what to do, least of all me. But I'm not prepared for her to stomp on my foot as hard as she can.
I flick my gaze up, pinning a passing shop girl. "Where's the changing room?" I growl.
"Excuse me?"
"The changing room," I snap. "Where is it?"
"Um, the b-back?"
We're striding that way before she even finished speaking, my hand locking around Aurelia's elbow.
"Let me go, Mattia," she hisses.
"I will. As soon as I teach you to behave." I hustle her past shelves of designer clothes and shoes and into the back, practically dragging her into one of the changing rooms.
"Hey. You can't—"
A hard glare at the bitchy old woman trying to stop me from entering the changing room with Aurelia silences her.
The door slams closed behind us.
"Mattia!" Aurelia spins to face me, battling her hair out of her face. Her cheeks are pink. Her blue eyes spit fire at me. "Are you insane?"
I haul her into my arms, pressing her up against the wall. "Yes. And every single time you open your mouth, the madness grows, little mouse."
My lips find hers, my hunger for her spiraling out of control. Like usual, there's nothing gentle about the way I kiss her. I take her mouth as if it's our last kiss. For a moment, everything else disappears. It's just us, this tiny room, and the incessant throbbing of my cock.
"Let me go," she whimpers into my mouth, though we both know she doesn't mean it.
"No."
A spark of defiance fires in her eyes. Her fingers dig into my back, clawing. Even through the layers of my clothes, I feel her touch like a brand on my skin.
"That's it, cara mia. Fight me. You know how much I fucking love it." I drag her bottom lip through my teeth. "But just so you know, it's not going to stop what's about to happen."
I pull back for a moment, just enough to see a tiny flicker of anxiety waver in her eyes. But the potent mix of desire and anticipation is far more powerful. She may be nervous about this, but she wants it.
"Mattia," she breathes, both a protest and plea. But it's too late for words now. I've seen everything I need to see. This little goddess is a dirty girl, eager to explore.
I won't ever take anything she isn't truly willing to give. I'm not that fucked up in the head. I don't want her fear. I want her desire. Her obedience. Her pleasure. And I'm willing to do whatever the fuck I have to do to earn all three.