Chapter 9: La Sorella

Chapter 9: La Sorella

Regina’s P.O.V

A bucket of ice cold water being thrown over my head brought me back to consciousness.

The first thing I noticed, even before opening my eyes, was the fact that I was on my knees, held suspended by metal cuffs attached to my arms.

I opened my eyes to beautiful blue orbs staring right at me and even before I noticed the rest of his features, I knew exactly who I was in the presence of. The Lion of New York never failed to leave a memorable first impression.

His hair was gelled back and yet, a few dark strands had dared to grace his forehead. Broad shoulders, a lean waist and strong legs…he filled every inch of the expensive suit he was wearing. Black jacket and pants paired with a silken red shirt underneath. If I hadn't been so intimidated, I would’ve reminded him that we matched…even though the situation didn’t call for light-hearted teasing.

“You’re ‘the sister’?” Draco gave me a suspicious look, not believing me for an instant. “You? La sorella? La suora? Didn’t know you were the religious type.”

I snorted with laughter at his comment. “Oh dear lord,” I tsked, tilting my head to the side, watching those dark brows furrow upon that handsome face. “Any religious nun would probably explode just by looking at me. I’m sin personified, Draco. My name has nothing to do with my profession.”

“And what would that be?” It was Draco’s time to smirk. “A pimp? A hooker? Someone with a false sense of greatness now that she was able to ‘hurt’ one of the D’Angelo famiglia’s men?”

“Oh, I didn’t just ‘hurt’ your man,” I laughed at his face. “I watched him scream like a puttana once I set his hand on fire. I’m sure he gave a good description of me once he went back to you like a lost puppy, cradling his singed ego.”

“You give a good fuck, and that’s all there is to you.” He spat. “Other than that, all I know is that you just took over my brothel without thinking about the consequences. I was even willing to tolerate your little shenanigans, puttana, because you intrigued me the first time we met. But you went too far with your little games by hurting my men.”

“He deserved what happened to him for what he did to one of my girls!” I snapped, trying to lean forward but the chains wrenched me back, making it impossible for me to move. “He’s lucky I didn’t chop his balls off before sending him back to his mama.”

Suddenly, I found myself face to face with the most dangerous man in New York. “You sound very courageous for a dead girl.” He gripped the collar of my top. “I wonder what I should do with you…”

His eyes went to my neck, down the collar of my top. The third button had come undone and I had no doubt in my mind that he was looking down at the curve of my breasts, well past my lacy bra. Men. No matter how honorable they claim to be, everyone bends to the right kind of lure.

But when he didn’t move his eyes past my chest, I had to say…it made my traitorous heart beat a little faster. His eyes were intense as they narrowed at me, as if he was looking at something I wasn’t aware of. Was it the tattoo?

“What?” I scoffed. “Horney already? The almighty Lion losing his temperament in the face of mere flesh?”

That seemed to snap him out of whatever had him in a trance as his blue eyes snapped up to meet mine, piercing me right through the soul.

“You have a lot of courage, puttana.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his jaw hard as he tightened his hands on my shirt hard enough to rip. “You better watch it while I’m being nice.”

His futile attempts to make me afraid of him made me want to laugh. “Is this how you fuck your women, Draco? Chained to the wall and helpless? Is that what makes you feel like a ‘man’? Pity…I didn’t think the great ‘Lion’ would be one to jerk off to chained women…”

The slap made my head snap to the side and a second later, I felt the sting of it on my cheek. I felt something wet and warm run down the corner of my lips and I knew that my lip was busted. But it was so fucking worth it, knowing that I was making him lose his cool so easily. Turning back towards him, I spat at his face, sneering at him.

Draco simply narrowed his eyes, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. This time, the smirk that formed on his lips did incite some form of fear in me, but not enough for me to change my expression.

“Hitting women now, are we?” I smirked back. “The great Lion of New York! You bring shame to your famiglia. And here I thought you were a man of honor.”

A growl came out of his lips as he sneered back at me, stepping closer until we were once again face to face… so close that our breaths mingled, the warmth of it hitting my cheeks, making me shiver.

It was the strangest sensation I had ever felt. I wanted to punch the shit out of him; to scratch those gorgeous blue eyes out of his skull…but at the same time…I wanted him naked and on the floor so I could ride him until I was full, taking on his thick cock until I was no longer able to move.

I think Draco must have seen it too, the desire in my eyes that matched his. Was it the taste of a forbidden fruit…or something else entirely? This need to claim…be claimed by him. Whatever sensations it might be, it was nothing short of the devil whispering in my ears.

This wasn’t what I had envisioned our first encounter to be like. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I wasn’t fucking supposed to want to fuck this filth of a man who destroyed everything I once knew!

And yet, here I was… looking right into the eyes of danger and feeling my pussy get wetter by the second.

Suddenly, he let go of my shirt and stood up from the floor, making me want to growl at him. His face however, told a different story.

“I thought this was going to be a short encounter.” He smirked. “But now I don’t want to let it all go to waste until I have tasted your spirit. You have a lot of fight in you. Too bad there’ll be nothing left by the end of tonight.”

He turned away from me, and it was only then that I noticed that we weren’t the only ones in the room. How the fuck had I been so preoccupied to not notice that?

“Rico.” He called out and the brown haired man who had bagged me earlier came forwards with another handkerchief.

“Fuck you!” I spat before the handkerchief was put over my mouth and nose and I once again drifted off into oblivion.

But before I lost consciousness, I could’ve sworn I heard something along the lines of…

“Oh, you definitely will.”