She belongs to me. Her safety, her happiness and pleasure, and even her fear is mine and mine alone. Tony, my father, and whoever the fuck else will do good to remember that. I’m easily tempered and deadly when I’m angered. For months, I’ve hidden that side of myself from Siân, and now that she knows the truth, I no longer have to live in the shadows.
I’ll still need to practice patience, though. The mission never changes, only the circumstances in how I will win her over—mind, body, and soul. It’ll come in time. She thinks she hates it, but soon enough, she’ll be begging to be a part of this world.
The plane jerks as the wheels underneath are released to prepare us for landing. We begin to slow, our descent from the air only moments away. When the tires hit the pavement of our private airstrip, the cabin rattles as the pilot floors the brakes, bringing us to a complete stop.
Once the overhead lighting comes on, I unfasten both my seat belt and Siân’s. The action startles her from her sleep.
“What are you doing?” she cowers into the corner, attempting to put space between us.
“Come. We’ve landed,” I say while stepping into the aisle.
Siân doesn’t move. Instead, she throws her gaze around, then squints out of the window. “Where have you brought me?” she quizzes without budging.
“Home,” is all I offer her before holding my hand out to her to take.
“You’ve kidnapped me,” Siân accuses.
I breathe in through my nose, mentally telling myself to relax. This is new for her, and because she’s still getting to know the real me, I’ll give her a pass for testing me.
“Topolina.” I keep my arm outstretched, tipping my head to signal once more for her to take my hand.
Siân slaps my palm. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you sick bastard. You’ve killed my friends and Cynthia. I’m going to make sure you rot in—”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish her empty threat because I’m in her face in an instant, caging her between the seats with my hands on either side of her.
“Non vuoi mettermi alla prova, topolino,” I seethe. You don’t want to test me, little mouse.
She stills. The only indication she’s listening is her heavy breaths. Siân’s jaw clenches, and her lashes flicker in rapid succession. She wants to be strong and not let me know she’s afraid. A grin teeters on my lips, faltering almost instantly.
It’s amazing, really. Siân isn’t even aware of how tempting it is to snap and play this little game with her. The sadist in me desperately wanted out. Hasn’t she learned by now that I like the chase? All this false bravado she’s displaying only makes me want to break her—show her who’s really in charge here.
“It’s cute you think you have a choice.” With a finger under her chin, I tilt her head to make sure she can look me in the eye. “You don’t. And the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be. You’re mine, Siân.” I peer down at her pouty lips, my dick twitching against my zipper from thinking about having her mouth around me. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
“Or what?” she challenges me.
I inch closer, and she stares at me over the bridge of her nose while craning her neck until her head hits the window. I huff. “Whatever it is—I’ll be sure to make it hurt.”
“I hate you,” she vents.
“But you’ve already confessed your love as you rode my dick, topolina,” I tease and stand upright.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
“Soon enough. Now up,” I bark.
Finally, she does as I instruct, but not without a fight. She pushes past me, jerking her body away from my touch while glancing back at me every so often. We reach the exit and take the steel staircase one at a time. The bright sun is damn near blinding, and the familiar smell of my country fills my senses.
Home sweet home.
“Welcome back to Italy, topolina,” I praise from behind her.
Her body stiffens at my words, the dread ripping its way through her body. I knew that bringing her back here wouldn’t be easy, but she’s just going to have to get used to it. Something in her posture tells me she’s going to run, and just as I fix my mouth, she proves me right.
“And Siân, run and I’ll—”
She bolts before the words leave my lips, her arms flailing as she runs wildly. Tony chases after her, but she dodges him only to have him corner her at the hangar. She attempts to open the door, but her efforts are useless. It’s locked, and she bangs on it while screaming for help.
Tony grips her by the bicep and drags her toward me. I meet them halfway, and Tony releases her. She attempts yet again to get away, but I’m much quicker than she is, snatching her by the back of her neck and tugging her to me. Her arms fly out as she tries to balance herself against my grip.