Chapter 10
Elara Ashford POV
“Strip.”
My eyes widened in horror as I processed what he had just said. “You’re out of your mind,” I whispered, my voice was trembling I hated how weak I sounded.
“I won’t repeat myself Tesoro (Sweatheart)!” He growled like a strom, I felt like i was trapped in the eye of it. I shook my head, panic flaring in my chest.
“You’re insane if you think I’ll—”
“Elara,” he cut me off, his tone dropping lower and colder “Take the dress off, or I’ll do it for you.”
A shiver ran down my spine at the raw command in his tone, but I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze “Try it, and I swear I’ll—”
Before I could finish, he moved. Fast.
His hand brushed my thigh as he grabbed the hem of my dress, the touch sending a shockwave through me. Slowly and softly, he began to lift the fabric, exposing my legs inch by inch. My breath hitched when he stopped at my abdomen, revealing the thin black panties I wore.
“Dante, stop,” I choked out, my voice trembling with anger and desperation.
But he didn’t.
His dark eyes locked onto mine, refusing to look away as if daring me to challenge him. I could feel my pulse pounding beneath his gaze, my chest rising and falling too fast. When his fingers brushed the exposed skin near my navel, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I lunged forward and bit his ear hard, desperate to make him let go. His sharp intake of breath told me I’d succeeded, but when he pulled back, his expression wasn’t angry, it was something far more dangerous.
“You love to bite, kitten,” he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.
He caught my wrist before I could pull away he pinned both of my hand above my head. His grip was strong but not painful. The moment our fingers intertwined, an electric jolt shot through me, setting my nerves on fire. I hated how my body reacted, the heat spreading across my skin like wildfire.
“Let me go,” I demanded, my voice shaking.
But Dante ignored me. Instead, his lips brushed against my navel, I gasped, my eyes automaticly closed at the sensaion. He lingered there, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before grabbing the fabric of my dress with his mouth. Slowly, he pulled it higher, making my face burn with heat.
Soon I was laid bare, stripped of everything but my fragile pride, lying on noting but my underwear under the his dominanted gaze.
The cold air from the conditioner bit against my bruised skin, each gust a cruel reminder of my reality. I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively, but the bruises ached beneath my touch, betraying my attempt to hide my pain.
“Don’t.” His voice was low, but commanding. His hand shot out, catching my wrist before I could shield myself any further.
He was towering over me like a god who couldn’t be questioned, his jaw tight and his posture rigid. “You’re bleeding. I need to see how bad it is.”
My mind spun as I tried to process his words. “What?” I said, tugging my arm away from his grip. I felt hell embressed right now. Dante’s lips curved into a smirk.
“What did you think, you dirty little kitten?” he taunted with arrogance. I looked away from his eyes.
“I can take care of myself,”
“Is that so?” he drawled with raised eye brow while standing to his full height. “Because, from where I’m standing, you look like you’re seconds away from collapsing.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he was already moving, disappearing out of the room. When he returned, he carried a first aid kit. I frowned as he knelt beside me and started cleaning my wounds, his movements was oddly careful, almost gentle.
He wrapped the bandage around my arm that seemed out of place.
“There,” he said, tying off the bandage. “That’ll hold for now.”
1 expected him to move away, to put some distance between us, but instead, he make me wear a black t–shirt which smells just like him. He stayed where he was, his dark eyes looked all over me before meeting my eyes.
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Chapter 10
“Why do you care?” I blurted, unable to stop myself. He just stare at me with his dark eyes. His thumb brushed against my lips, wiping away the small trace of blood at the corner.
“Blood doesn’t suit you, Amore,” he replied in a quiet, almost tender voice.
“What do you want?” I demanded, “Why would Dante Romano make an enemy of the Russian Mafia–for me? You wouldn’t have just come after or saved me like that.” My eyes narrowed at him “You’re a businessman, What’s the benefit for you?”
I watched him carefully, searching for a crack in his cool demeanor. The Italian and Russian Mafias had been allies for generations, an untouchable force in the criminal underworld. No sane man would risk shattering that alliance without a damn good reason.
And Dante Romano? He was never reckless without a purpose.
As soon as words leave my mouth his expression darkened. In next moment i was pulled by my hair and brought to my knees while he sat gloriously on bed. His jaw tighten as he clenched his fist.
“You’re clever,” he said, his voice low and chilling. “The only heiress to the Russian Mafia, right in my grasp. You’re more useful than you realize.”
I don’t know why i feel Disappointed. What else could I have expected from him?
He smirked at me as his dark eyes glinting with something dangerous.” Here is what’s going to happen” he chuckled darkly. “You’re going to be a good girl and come stay with me got it?”
Every nerve in my body tensed, as his words sank in.
“i won’t”
“You belong to me, Elara Ashford,” he continued, his voice low and possessive. “Your body, your heart, your life, even the air you breathe is mine
now.”
“I’m not yours,” I snapped at him in fury.
His lips curled into a wicked grin rumbled from his chest as he leaned in “Not yet,” he murmured, his words like a whispered ” But You will “.
The look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine “You will be my bitch,” he said, each word cutting through the air like a blade.. “Imagine the only heiress to the Russian Mafia being mine bitch. How shameful?” His lips curled into a taunting smirk.
Over my dead body,” I spat, My heart pounded like a drum in my chest. I was scared.
“We’ll see, Elara,” he murmured, “I always get what I want.” Saying this he left my hair and strome out of the private room leaving me on my knees.
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