Page 36 of Dark Mafia Heir

“Vivienne!”

I flinch at the tone of Antonio’s voice and turn around to face him. “Goodness, you almost gave me a heart attack.” I push my hair behind my ear and act as if I didn’t notice him walk inside minutes ago. “When did you come in?”

“Don’t play games with me, Vivienne.”

“Games?” I scoff at his audacity to get mad after what he did last night. “You took photos of me after we had sex and sent them to my father, and somehow, I’m the one who’s playing games?”

“Watch it,gattina. You don’t want me to cut off that sharp tongue of yours and ship to your papa, do you?”

A shiver runs down my spine. How can such vile threats slip out of his tongue so easily? I don’t understand. My heart begins to pound faster with fear, but I don’t back down.

I’m a Cole, and Cole don’t tremble in front of their enemies. My papa used to tell me that all the time when I was a kid. “Do it.”

His brows shoot up to his hairline.

“What’s that look? Are you surprised I am not on my knees begging you?” I chuckle sardonically, holding his gaze. “But remember this; in the end, I plan to repay my debt. An eye for an eye, Antonio. I might even repay double, you fucking monster.”

I don’t know what part of what I said provokes him, because, in a blink of an eye, he’s across the room with his fingers around my throat. He’s pressing me to the ball, pressing his body against mine.

I inhale him like he’s the most intoxicating thing to have ever existed. And I think he is because I can’t get enough of that citrus scent or the heat rolling off him. My head is instantly a mush, filled with filthy thoughts.

Behave, Vivienne. You’re not supposed to find this hot.

“I think you’ve forgotten where you are and who your life depends on,gattina,” he whispers harshly, his breath a hot tang along my neckline.

It feels like a lover’s caress, and I wish he’d just kiss me instead of talking. “I know where I am and who I’m with,” I tell him, straightening my spine and refusing to back down. “It’s impossible for me to forget how you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.”

“We’re not going through this again,gattina,” he says calmly.

“We are,” I shoot back sharply. “Insult me again like you did last night, and I’ll kill myself before you have a chance to blackmail my father with my half-naked pictures, pig.”

I expect him to go crazy with rage, instead, his eyes crinkle with amusement. He’s stunned by my guts, but not in a bad way. “We have to put that mouth of yours to some good use.”

We both look at the bulge in his sweatpants at the same time and he winks at me.

I gag, pretending I’m absolutely disgusted by the idea of it. But I’m not. My mouth water at the thought of having him fill it up with the size and length of his dick. I wonder what he tastes like and how much it’ll ache sucking him up.

“Now, what dirty thought is running through that perverted head of yours?” he drawls mischievously.

My stomach flutters, and my face heats up with a blush. “I’m not disgusting, asshole.”

Too embarrassed to face him, knowing he can see right through me fully, I shuffle past him and head downstairs. I’m hungry anyway, and I might as well eat since he came to ask me himself.

I stiffen when I hear him walking behind me. I wonder what he’s thinking or looking at. “Stop looking at my ass, Antonio.”

He huffs out laughter and starts to walk down the stairs even more quickly. “For someone who was a virgin until last night, your mind is nasty.” He doesn’t give me a chance to muster a retort as he jogs down what is left of the stairs.

He’s already sitting at the head of the table when I join him, and I take the chair furthest away from him.

Filling my plate with grilled beef, broccoli, and carrots, I grab a fork and dig into the beef with it. “I need new clothes.”

He glances at me with his brows shot up, but he doesn’t say a word.

“Unless you’d prefer taking me home so I can grab my things and let my sister know I’m still alive,” I say, straining the last word.

He drags his attention back to the food. “I’ll take you after breakfast. You can buy whatever you need.”

“Why do you need to take me?”

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