Page 155 of Ruin Me With Lies
He unbuttons his jacket and shifts his stance.“Why do you insist on making things difficult for yourself with Lo?What’s your plan?”
“What’syourplan?”I counter, raising a brow.“I’m not the only one who knows where I was that weekend.”
He shakes his head.“I don’t fucking understand you.”
“Okay, you don’t want to talk about getting shot.Fine.”I pad over to the table and sink into the chair opposite him.“You’re up and about, so I guess it wasn’t as bad as the Soldati made it sound.”
I reach to lift the cover from the tray but jerk my hand back when a sharp sting snaps across my wrist.
“What?”I ask, confused.“Isn’t it for me?”
“No.Lo made it clear to everyone that you’re not to be fed.”
Rubbing my wrist, I lean back with a smile.“Oh, you justloveto ride shotgun when it suits you, don’t you?”
“Seatbelt on and everything,” he deadpans, settling into the chair across from me.
I bite back a laugh.He’s such a little shit.
He flicks his wrist and lifts the cover from the tray.
The aroma that hits me drags a long moan from my throat, followed by a laugh.Because...It’s my death meal.Blueberry bread pudding, with a shot of vodka on the side.
This is such a Stefano Castello thing to do, the spiteful asshole.
I raise a brow.“Thatisn’tfor me?”
He picks up the fork.“You can watch me eat it.”
Eyes locked on me, he eats a forkful and licks his lips.
Is this his idea of torture?
On cue, my stomach growls.Yup, he got it right.Thisistorture.
Good thing I’m prideless and not above begging.I get up and round the table, then slowly sink to my knees in front of him.“Is this what you want?”
For a man like Stefano who’s brimmed with pride and ego, to kneel and beg is the pinnacle of ignominy.Ultimate humiliation.
What better punishment for me than to debase me?
A flicker of something dark and vengeful flashes in his cold, unreadable eyes.He shifts in the chair, turning to face me, strong thighs spread wide.“Hmm.I like you like this.”He dusts his knuckles along my cheekbone.“Bet you’re starving, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“What are you willing to do for a taste?”
“Anything you want.”
“Anything I want?”He studies me for a beat.“And what if it was Gio offering?Or Lo?Would you be on your knees for them, too?”
Hmm.Does my needy king want validation?“No.I kneelonlyfor you.”
“Why me?”
Because you own me.Instead of admitting that out loud, I offer a one-shoulder shrug.
Something flashes in his gaze, too quick to name, before he grips my chin, firm and unyielding, and stares straight into me.“Whyaren’t you pissed at me?”
