Page 24 of Savage Bratva King

Her expression remains impassive. “Me or my family?”

“You. I already know about your family, but you, my little printzessa, they have kept as secret as the crown jewels. Why is that?”

Her fingers subconsciously clutch the dress tighter to her breasts, and my cock clamors for more. That involuntary gesture tells me all that I need to know: they were saving her like a priceless filly to sell to the highest bidder.

She seems to be holding a debate with herself, the flickering of her eyelids the only giveaway that she is composing her response. Just when I think that she will come back with a sarcastic rebuff, she says, “Because I want nothing to do with the family business.”

“Yet you are engaged to be married to Seamus Mulligan.”

“I…” She chews on her bottom lip, and I can see the way her breathing grows shallow by the indentation between her collarbones. She is clearly not a happy printzessa.

This should make me ecstatically happy. It will be even easier to corrupt her than I had at first imagined because she doesn’t want to marry Seamus. Or is it deeper than that? She doesn’t want to marry into another mafia family. Whatever the origins.

My hands ball into fists. This I can relate to; her family has arranged her marriage, and all she can see ahead of her is a lifetime of bloodshed and obedience. For someone like Gianna Sedric, this would be the worst form of torture, worse than anything that Ivana could inflict upon her. For the second time during our short acquaintance, I question her family’s intentions regarding their youngest daughter.

“Yes. I am getting married to Seamus.”

“Do you love him?” The question takes me by surprise as much as it does Gianna.

She raises her chin, while her eyes still hold mine. “I don’t see how that is any of your business.”

“You are right, of course, it is none of my business. I am simply curious.”

“In your capacity as my captor?” There it is that spark of feistiness that caught me by surprise at our first meeting.

The dynamics between us have changed since I carried her from the cold room, but she is still there, the Gianna who refuses to be broken.

“What else would it be?”

I step inside the room and close the door behind me. Still, she doesn’t even flinch. With calculated movements, I cross the room and stand in front of her.

“Maybe you wonder what it is about Seamus that I find attractive.”

“Indeed.” I smile. I want her to open up to me. Familiarity breeds trust, and if this mission is to be successful, I need her to trust me enough to find me desirable. “Tell me.”

“He is good looking, of course,” she begins.

“Of course.”

“And kind.” I incline my head, waiting for her to come up with something I can believe. “And … protective.”

Protective?That’s what she’s going with?

“He isn’t doing such a great job of protecting you right now.”

The flash of silver is back in her eyes. “Maybe he didn’t expect anyone to drug his bride over a game of Rummy and hold her prisoner in a fucking basement.”

The thought of taming this wildness and molding it to my whim on every available surface in my sizable mansion makes my pulse race. No, Gianna is not destined to marry Seamus Mulligan. She needs a man who can tame her, control her, keep her in check while providing her with everything that her body desires.

I gesture to the comfortable room. “Basement?”

A flash of irritation sparks behind her eyes. “Does Seamus know where I am?”

“He will know when I am ready to tell him.”

“And when will that be?”

“When I am quite certain that you have served your purpose.” My voice is cold. “Because make no mistake, Gianna. I have allowed you into my home and provided you with all the comforts that you might need, but you are here for one reason only.”

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