Page 12 of Shattered Diamonds

“Spoken like a disgruntled teenager.” He takes a step back from me as if I just disgusted him.

“I am not a teenager. I am a woman, Mr. Carbone.” I take a step back, getting farther away from him. “You will treat me as one. And with respect,” I add to my stance. “Not like it matters since I probably will never see you again.”

Uncharacteristically, he snorts an amused laugh like he knows something I don’t. “Or what?” He smirks again with a snicker of amusement as he crosses his arms.

“Taunting me? So very manly coming from a guy who could simply break me in half. Do you feel good about yourself, Demetri?” I ask, using his first name out of childish disrespect.

His pupils flare. “I could absolutely, and very easily, break you.”

The smirk he’s sporting is infuriating. I step back, turning away. I’ve had enough. My feet slam against the hard surface in heated anger as I rush to escape. “Egotistical asshole,” I mutter, only getting four steps in before a firm, rough hand grabs my upper arm. I’m swung around carelessly and plastered against a wall of expanding muscle. I stumble back from the force of the contact then hauled back against his body once again. His large hand grips my elbow as his other hand seizes my waist. I’m thrust up against his firm body. Heat rolls off him. My gaze is transfixed directly into a black abyss of luxurious material covering his tan skin. Electric currents rush up my spine and the nerves that were rattling before have now decided to become thunderbolts tormenting my body. The scent of cedar hits my senses and swarms its way through my loins. It’s warm and inviting and hazardous, but there is a hint of something else. Alcohol. It’s not strong. It’s clean and almost nonexistent, but the sting of it is there with a hint of vanilla as I absorb it and soak it in.

I take in his magnetizing scent. The cedar quickly becomes a warm addiction. I close my eyes. With one of my six senses shut down and another on overload from his unique aroma, another one kicks in. Touch.

Ever so slowly, my heavy lids rise to meet his leering gaze. His penetrating gaze is knifelike, sharp, and questioning. My cheeks burn with a flush. He’s bristling with energy. My heart rate speeds up at the thought. “Are you erect?” I try to pull back to no avail because he has walked me back and pressed me against the concrete wall.

He stands there, his face stone. “Are you unaware of what an erection feels like?”

“I—I…”

“Tell me, giovane cucciolo. Have you ever felt an erection before? Placed your hand on one, curled your fingers around its girth, and slid your palm up and down the velvet skin, squeezing until your partner sucks in a breath before he shoots his cum over your pretty lips?”

I gasp. Not sure whether it’s because I should be appalled at the way he is speaking to me or because I need air since it has evacuated my body with his filthy words. It’s only then I notice something about myself. I shift my hips while I stand in my seized spot. It simply makes matters worse. A low grunt is forced from his throat and his erection becomes more prominent.

“Are your panties wet for me, giovane cucciolo?”

My lips wordlessly part at what feels like an intrusion into my inner sanctum.

“That’s what I thought.”

How does he know?

“If I slip my hand into your panties right now, will I be met with the silky arousal of your innocence for me?”

“Not—No. Not for you.” I try and act tough like he isn’t the one who has made me all squishy inside, but my bravado comes out like a three-year-old who doesn’t know how to speak properly, and the fact that it is only him and I standing here makes me look stupid.

He huffs at my inept language and leans in, getting close to my ear. “Are you a virgin, giovane cucciolo? Have you never been touched by a man?”

“It’s none of your business,” I breathlessly chastise with a snap.

“Oh, but it is.” His deep voice rumbles. “I need to know how to handle you.”

“There will be no handling of any kind, Mr. Carbone.”

His gruff chuckle is insulting. He steps back, releasing me. With one last lingering leer, he promises, “I’ll see you soon, giovane cucciolo.” He takes a few steps away from me before turning back, looking over his shoulder, and suggesting, “You may want to revisit the bathroom, clean your arousal from that untouched pussy. It may become uncomfortable for you while you watch the fight next to my side.” Then he disappears around the corner.

Gone.

Vanishing like he was never there.

ChapterSix

DEMETRI

Fuck,she is innocently stunning. A man’s dream. A virgin, maybe? A clean slate to map out my own guidelines, conforming her to my tastes.Fuck.I shift in my spot, trying to calm my erection down. She would have no rules yet, no parameters, nothing to judge from and rule out from prior experiences. She doesn’t know what she likes or doesn’t like. Her palate is unsoiled by eager testosterone enraged fumbling boys. Fuck, my dick is hard. Harder than it has been in a long time. She has both of our attention. That Irish accent of hers coming from her innocent mouth… Fuck me. I want to hear her call out my name while I’m balls deep inside of her.

I shift in my spot once again, finishing my conversation with one of my security guys. Every one of my men has been informed of her presence. My sight lands on Joseph across the ring. My orders to him were to never let her out of his sight. With a tap of my earpiece, I question, “Where is she?”

With a twist and nod of his head, he pinpoints directly where she is in the crowd of blood-seeking gamblers. “Left corner. Two away from the chick with the bright pink shirt. The guy standing next to her is showing some interest.”

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