Alexander's POV
This little spitfire kept tempting me—and tempting my sanity, tugging at the very The limit of restraint I still had in me. One more move, or smart mouth reply and l'd f**k her mouth until the only sounds she could make was a gagged sob of surrender.
What the hell was wrong with me?
No woman had ever made me feel this. The more she resisted, the more it fed my inferno burning inside me. The voices in my head whispered, coaxing, urging me to take what was mine. she was the match to my madness, the flame to my gasoline.
My lips twisted into a grin—wolffish, evil.
I felt Luca's presence behind me. Silent as always. He had questions, but he wouldn't ask. And even if he did, I had no answers. My mind was tangle in images I couldn't shake— her cherry red lips parted in defiance, her porcelain skin I want to bruise, those smooth thighs I wanted to spread while choking her into submission. I wanted to wreck her. Break her. And then build her back up piece by piece.
The voices hummed in agreement.
I lit a cigarette, drawing in the smoke like oxygen. "Did you get what I asked for?" I asked, not bothering to look back.
"Si, Don, the trace led to an account in Russia, but we can't confirm the Bratva involvement, but it smells like them."
"Merdra," I spat, " that fucking rat. He was a snitch."
Now I wanted to kill him all over again. Slower this time.
My blood boiled. They thought they could play games with the devil and not get scorched? I will make the Bratva bleed and force feed them thier bones then burn them to ashes.
Then chaos interrupted.
A guard stumbled towards me, blood dripping from a deep slash on his arm, panic in his eyes. This imbecile was supposed to deliver my little mouse back to the estate.
"Don, she—she escaped." He stammered.
Of course she did, my little fire cracker I should have known she would go quietly.
"Luca," I growled, already walking.
" Go to the warehouse, I go retrieve Bambolina myself. we have business tonight."
My pace was unhurried, but each step was lethal. I followed instinct sniffing out her sweet smell. My guards were already sweeping the halls but I trusted something darker inside me —the hunger to pull me towards what was mine.
Then I saw it, a door slightly ajar, the smear of blood nearly invisible but I noticed, oh, little mouse, you didn't even realized you wore the guards blood on your hands.
I pushed the door open slowly. Darkness swallowed the room, but her red hair betrayed her, auburn flames glowing in shadows. My gaze locked on hers, dragging over her trembling frame.
Approaching slowly, she raised the knife,her hands shaking. fiery. Beautiful.
In one swift motion, I disarmed her, my hand clamped around her wrist, twisting until the blade clattered on the ground. Then I slammed her against the wall.
She gasped, her chest rising. Wild and frantic I leaned in, inhaling her scent like a drug. Fear and rage mixed into something intoxicating.
Her eyes burned with hatred. Good, I wanted it. I needed it.
My hands hovered at her throat, fingers itching to squeeze. To remind her who she belonged to. Wanted hear her gasp and crumble, but I held back. Barely. She shoved me, and the beast in me snapped.
I grabbed her throat—tight enough to make her dizzy, but not kill her. Not yet. Her lips parted in a desperate breath. I leaned closer, brushing my lips against her ear.
"You listen, piccola," I whispered, voice low and feral. "Run again and I won't be so forgiving."
Her pupils dilated, the fight drained from her, submitting just a fraction. But I saw it.
I shackled her wrist. she wouldn't need her hands unless I said so. She was going back to the estate—my fortress—where the walls had ears and guards stationed at every corner.
She is mine. And I hate losing what's mine. The voices inside me hissed thier approval. My lips curved into a wicked smile.
The ride back was silent. She stared out the window like it might open a portal to teleport herself to freedom. Her jaw tight, her eyes cold. But beneath it... fire. I saw it flickering
She had no idea what kind of monster she'd been chained to.
I glanced at her legs—spread just enough for imagination to ruin me. That thin white gown was a sin, and my cock twitched with the thoughts of her thighs around my head, her tight cunt wet and pleading while I teased her with the tip of my cock, until she scresmed . I imagine her pussy between those thighs, while I rub the head of my dick through her folds, teasing her until she begged.
Then my phone rang, the name on it snapped me out of the lust haze I was in. Luca.
"What is it ?" I snapped.
"Don, you would need to come to the warehouse."
"What now?"
"Three of our men are dead. The new shipment has gone. It looked planned—like someone on the inside gave word."
I froze. Silence before the storm.
"We have a mole amongst us ?" I hissed.
"No one dares betray the Italian mafia," Luca growled.
"They would burn," I whispered, then louder, " find the traitor amongst us, kill them, but recover our shipment."
"Si, Don." I ended the call.
They thought they could cross the devil and survive. The did meet him instead when I send to hell. I made another call— ordering a few of my most loyal soldiers, from Naples and Palermo. I was going to set an example so brutal, no one would dare whisper my name without trembling.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her fleeting glances at me, curious. She didn't swear and Italian. Good. She didn't need to know the bloodbath that was coming.
Arriving at the house, I stepped out of the car, waiting for her to follow, but she decided she wanted to taunt me. I scooped her up like a toy, slinging her over, and she kicked. I didn't flinch.
I dropped her on the marbled floor like she wanted me to. He venous glare, with irritation and anger, was written all over her face. I smirked.
I asked the head maid for my sister's old room be cleaned. my little mouse would stay there, thier sizes where close, till I was done handing the Bratva, then I have time for my new toy.
I hadn't planned any of this. But my fuck up brain couldn't stop wanting her, I stood there, a dark thrill twisted in my chest, looking back at her, I owned her, but I wanted her soul too.
Abruptly, I turned and left, leaving her before I wrecked her completely.