Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride(21)

Her lips twisted in a frown. “You mean we came all the way here just to sit in this room? It's nice, I mean, but I'd much rather get out and –“

I held up a hand. “Stop right there. I'm keeping your sweet ass parked here for a reason, pet. Doesn't mean we have to live like prisoners in this fucking room. You'll go out later, with me, and only with me. You can wait a little while longer for me, can't you, love? Patience has her rewards.”

Crossing the space between us, I reached out, cupping her jaw in one hand. Fuck, I loved tracing her soft snowy skin, feeling the Rossini cheekbones lining the lips that now belonged to me. Crazy questions flashed in my skull. I wondered if our kid would retain that feature or if they'd take on the squarer, angular features of my Slavic ancestors.

We'll find out soon. I'm not slowing down on this just because her old man's still breathing.

I will breed that fucking pussy, take everything that's mine in the deepest way possible.

I suppressed a shudder. Every time I thought about it shocked my whole system, turned my cock to seething stone like nothing else.

Anna resisted for several seconds, then finally pushed her cheek on my hand, purring into my palm. I smiled as she nodded her head, pushing soft dark locks through my fingers. The girl's hair felt incredible all the time, no matter if I was caressing it or holding on for dear life as I plowed into her.

“Don't keep me waiting forever,” she said. “I'm just starting to get used to this.”

“Rest up. You're gonna need it for all the shit we're doing tonight. Keep that fucking pussy warm for me and a bottle of wine chilled. After I fuck you up here, you're welcome to every inch of this place with me at your side.”

I left before she could say another word. No damned way was I gonna let the progress I'd made with her start to slide. All the more reason why I had to spring the trap for her old man now.

“His aide's on the line, sir. Ready and waiting.” I stood, angrily pacing around the circular cherry wood table as Nikolai passed me the phone.

No burner line this time. It was a reinforced landline designed just for the casino, secured from any sniffing by curious Feds or other cartels at our throats.

“Hello?”

“Mister Rossini will speak with you now. One moment.” His aide's contempt flowed into my ears. There was a shuffling sound for about a second, and then I heard the asshole's voice.

“Strelkov? What do you have to say to me after last night? You're the last person in the world I expected to arrange a chat.”

“Hold your fucking excitement. I know what you did, you sick sonofabitch.”

His breath rasped on the other end. “Yeah? You're going to pretend you have the high ground here? Please. Any man would've done the same with his daughter if she was taken by a feral animal like you. Yes, I tried to kill her. I tried to put her out of her misery and protect the family's name from your poison. I tried to give her mercy, and I won't give up until I do.”

Fuck! My fingers tightened so hard around the receiver I thought I'd snap the plastic in two.

Relax. Fucking relax! Wasn't fucking easy, even with every part of my brain screaming to stay zen.

“You're a cold blooded motherfucker,” I growled. “So fucking cold I'm not gonna let that beautiful, innocent girl get snuffed out like an ant.”

“Go ahead. You know you'll let your guard down sooner or later. I wanted to do it quickly, swiftly, prevent her from suffering...but if I have to use poison, then –“#p#分页标题#e#

“Shut the fuck up. I know you're yanking my balls around with this shit! You know she's more than meat to me. I can't fuck her and throw her to the wolves like a high class whore.”

He made a sound like hot, tight, ferocious air was hissing out his lips. “So, you've already defiled her.”

If I didn't know any better, I almost thought he cared about Anna. His tone turned to a soft rasp. But no, of course it was all about his ego, his twisted oath to a bloodline that didn't deserve to survive.

Family, I understood. This fuck and I were at war over vendettas, blood, and money. I got it, plain as day. Sacrificing my own flesh and blood for a fucked up sense of honor, on the other hand...

That shit was ice. However hard I tried, I couldn't make it compute in my brain. A whole life in the underworld hadn't made me that fucking sick.

“Look,” I hissed, “I haven't done shit that any red blooded man wouldn't have done to his worst enemy's daughter. The girl doesn't deserve to die. You're a bastard, Rossini, but you can have her back if you promise not to hurt her.”

His breath hitched. There was a long pause – probably shock rattling through his brain, trying to figure out whether or not I was dead serious.