Heartless Prince by Brook Wilder
Chapter 6
Lucas
I watched the range of emotions flicker over her face when she realized that her efforts were futile. Her body betrayed her, and started shaking under the weight of realization at what she knew was about to happen.
Leda D’Agostino. The daughter of Carmine. Princess of the D’Agostino Mafia.
And all mine.
I could hardly believe that she came up for auction tonight. Guess that explained why there were so many dons here tonight. Everyone wanted a piece of Carmine D’Agostino, and what better way to make the old man fucking hurt than to ruin his little girl?
All mine.
I kept my smile to myself as I watched the fear flicker in her eyes. She was scared; whatever plans she had cooked up looked like they weren’t going to work. She knows it, she knows I know it, and she knows that there’s nothing stopping me from doing whatever I wanted.
I lived for moments of clarity like this—when someone knows exactly where they are with me. And they’re looking at me like I was going to break out my favorite set of knives and play the worst game of Operation on them. For the most part, that was the best and most accurate guess.
And Leda…
Fuck, I could practically smell her fear. But there was still a sliver of defiance.
And that excited me even more. It made me want to do more than just scare her. It made me want to toy with her. And I felt my heartbeat rising at all the possibilities.
I savored the moment, letting it reverberate throughout my own body as I waited for her answer.
“Well?” I asked, nodding toward the sheet wound tightly in her hands. I’ll admit, Leda had more spunk than I expected, which boded well for what I planned for her.
It meant that destroying her will be all the more fun.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked finally, her voice hard.
Good. Straight to the point. I cocked my head and let my blank look slip to give her a hint.
I wanted to see the hope flicker out of her eyes, knowing that I held her life in my hands.
I wanted to watch the defiance slip away, become fear, and then ultimately transform into surrender.
Nothing would give me more pleasure.
I allowed my eyes to drift back over her body, feeling my cock stir as I drank in each and every curve. Up on that stage she had looked innocent enough. But now? Dressed in a negligee that hid nothing to the imagination?
She had no idea what a world of shit she just landed in.
I was going to enjoy ripping that band-aid off. Along with something else if I had to.
By the time I’d finish training her, she’d be nothing more than a shell of her former self. A princess no longer but my obedient pet.
Then I’d break her.
“Well? Are you going to answer me?” she asked. Her chin tilted with stubborn defiance. “Or do I have to ask it in asshole?”
I couldn’t help arching an eyebrow at that. Okay, maybe Leda had more balls than I thought.
“You just bought a human being, you sick fuck!” she continued. But her voice wavered as I stepped forward and invaded her space. “Who do you think you are!”
My hand flexed at my side, not to hit her, but to grab her and bend her over that bed until she was screaming all sorts of obscenities at and about me.
She thought I was an asshole? Good. I wanted her to think that way. Because I could be the asshole of her nightmares.
“Your owner,” I told her.
Her eyes hardened, and my cock throbbed painfully in response. It had been a while since I saw such defiance. If I were a less patient man, I’d have already buried myself in her tight warmth. “There are rules,” I continued. “Rules that you will follow.”
“Or what?” She challenged. “You’ll kill me? I’ve already come to the conclusion and accepted that fate, asshole. I know I’m going to die. So, you know what? Why don’t you take your best damn shot.”
There it was—that last bit of defiance that I needed to stamp out. What I had planned for her was worse than death. “Drop the sheet,” I growled.
Much to my excitement, she did the complete opposite. Her hands tightened around the silk. “Make me.”
Very poor choice of words.
