War is here. I’m a Fernandino. I won’t go down without a fight. I will lay my life down for my family. It’s one worth dying for.
I bet Sergei had nocluethat was coming.
Not from the princess.
3
SERGEI
“Fuck!” I roar and yank the wheel out of her grip. The car fishtails on the gravel shoulder, spewing rocks as I work to get it under control.
She slaps me, her hands in my face as I try to keep us from wrapping around a tree. “Bastard!” Her nails rake along my cheek, drawing blood as I finally get the car under control and skid to a stop. She’s thrown back into her seat from the momentum, and I’m on her before she can hit me again.
I grab both her wrists and yank her forward, her face only inches from mine. “What the fuck do you think you–” I yell when she headbutts me, my nose exploding in pain as stars swim in my vision. But this isn’t the first time I’ve had my nose broken. I recover quickly, anger rising to blot out the pain.
I don’t let her go, though I’m sure she was counting on me being too stunned to keep her in my grasp. I squeeze her wrists in my palms and press my forehead to hers, blood flowing from my busted nose and dropping onto her chest, staining her dress and rolling between her breasts.
“As I was saying before you went apeshit”–I grit my teeth, my voice scratchy and low—“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
She gasps, her body tense as she pushes her head back against the headrest to get as far from me as possible. I don’t give her an inch, my torso across the center console, my chest pressing against hers.
I can taste my blood as it dribbles onto my lips, the salty familiarity of it sharpening my instincts. This is just another fight. I’ve been in plenty of them. But never one with someone like her. Never one with a woman, and certainly not one with a woman who looks like Olivia. She’s a violent fucking angel.
“I asked you a question, princess.” I back off just a hair, just enough so that I can stare into her eyes as she glares back at me.
“What was I doing? I was trying to kill you, asshole.” She bares her teeth, her gaze darting to my lips.
For a moment, I think she might try to bite me. The thought makes my dick jerk against my zipper, and that’s when I realize I’m hard as fuck right now.
“You busted my nose,” I say matter-of-factly.
One side of her mouth curls up in a smile. “Good. I hope it hurts.”
I smirk down at her.
She finally falters, her lashes flickering as she shivers and looks away.
“Afraid, princess? You should be. You know who I am.”
“I’ve heard how you treat women. I know what to expect from someone like you.”
Someone like me?She acts like she knows me. She has no fucking idea. I’m ten times worse than whatever her coddled little mind could dream up. “And what’s that?” I squeeze her wrists harder.
“This. And worse.” She meets my gaze again, fire in her eyes. “I’ll fight you. I won’t make it easy for you.”
“Who said I wanted you easy?” I glance down at her chest, at the way my blood rolls along her smooth skin, sliding across the top of her breasts and marking the fabric with me. It’s fucking hot. Pornographic. The only thing that would make it better is if it was my cum instead of my blood. That goddamn mental image fires through my brain like a nail gun, ripping and shredding the fine threads of my control.
“Get off me,” she growls, the look in her eyes verging on feral.
“I don’t know if I can. You might try to kill us both again.”
“I’m dead anyway.” She shrugs.
She’s right, of course. My father never intended to return her to her family. This kidnapping isn’t going to have a happy ending, but she’s smart enough to know that. Smart enough to fight. She’s still a spoiled little princess, but she’s got some backbone for a Fernandino. I’ll give her that.
I lean back, and she takes a breath as if she was afraid to breathe too loudly when I was so close to her. Like I’m a wild fucking animal. And I suppose I am.
“Can’t control me, so I guess it’s the trunk after all?” Ridicule drips from her tone. “Pathetic. The Talettis aren’t so tough. Can’t even handle aprincess.”