Chapter 3

Violet

I heard whispering and scraping of something smooth against the back of my thighs .While I try to regained my consciousness ,the masculine scent of musky,sandalwood and a hint of cedar filled my lungs . The snap and crackle of a fireplace. Warmth creeps up my fingers and  my toes. I turn toward it, snuggle in against the hard unrelenting surface.  Him. He is near. He had crawled into the back of the car with me, had wound his big body around mine and he’d choked me until I had fainted. I crack open my eyelids and the world swims in my line of sight.

"How dare you do this to me ?" I cough. "You knocked me out, you obnoxious bastard ."

"Well I guess I am not a freak anymore but rather a bastard,and sleep haven’t solved  your aggressiveness , huh?" A lean arm appears in front of me, holding a glass of water. "Drink up ."

I purse my lips, gulp, glare from the glass of water to his handsome, gorgeous, ugly-mean features.

"Do as I say or I will shove it down your throat myself  ." His tone is soft but he doesn’t fool me. But he look like bastard who could do it , too. I reach for the glass. The water slides between my parched lips. I drank  it. My swollen tongue thanks me, and the drumming behind my temples seems to recede. I lower the glass, I’m in a leather chair, and a seat belt is strapped across my lap. I also have my running clothes on. I glance down and find my feet are still clad in my sneakers. The low hum of engines, and the kind of luxury only the filthy rich can buy, reaches me.

“Are we on a plane ?”

I studied at the face of my kidnapper. He sits opposite me . Elbows on the armrests, fingers steep led together in front of him, his legs are spread apart, in the soft  fabric of his linen pants, and between them, the unmistakable bulge of, I jerk my chin up, meet his gaze.

"Private jet, am I right ? I guess crime really does pay off l. How did you acquire it? Did you kill the owner?"

“Actually ,I tortured him and by the time I was finish with him ,there was no blood left in his pathetic  ass body”

I just sat and stared subtle .

He laughs and I can’t tell if it’s because it’s true or he just likes the look on my face and wants to torment me.

"Do you want more water?"

"What I want…" I tighten my grip on the glass, "is to smash your face ." I pull my arm back and hurl the glass at him. It catches him at the side of the temple, then falls to the carpet with a soft fall. Blood blooms from the gash, a trickle of scarlet that rolls down his temple, over the razor-sharp, high cheekbone.

There was sudden movement, then the barrel of gun is pushed against my temple.

"Alessio ,Do you need me to kill her ?" A hard male voice sounds from somewhere to the side and above me. I swallow and  my pulse begins to race.

Alessio rubs his chin as he considers me.

The barrel of the gun digs deeper into my temple. I wince, but don’t take my gaze off the asshole opposite.

Finally, Alessio tilts his head. "Not yet," he rumbles, and I stiffen.

The cold metal disappears from my skin, and I am not ashamed to say that the tension drains from my body.

"Oh,one more  thing Henrico ?"

Henrico tilts his head.

"No one gets to pull a gun on her, except me. No one hurts her, but me." His lips curl.

I set my jaw and his grin widens. "Now leave us," he growls and Henrico retreats to the far end of the cabin. Fuck, now we are alone. Maybe it would be better if Henrico were still here. So what, if he held a gun to my temple?  Mafia asshole who eyes me like I am the tastiest morsel ever. I tip up my chin, grip the handles of my seat,

"If that was meant to scare  me…"

“Shut the hell up!”

My heart raises .

“Don’t you dare try to talk to me like---”

He swoops forward so fast that the blood from his temple splashes onto my blouse .

 "I mean it, Pretty face . Keep those pretty lips zipped or I’ll stuff your mouth, and it won’t be with your favorite cupcake."

My shoulder muscles lock, my core puckers. I squeeze my thighs together to stop the trembling that I felt with him being so close to my body.

"Unless." He taps his fingertips together, peruses my features. "Unless that’s what you want?"

No.

"Maybe that’s why you’ve been barking at me, scratching at me, demanding my attention, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything but your face, your legs, the hard nipples of your breasts that tremble in anticipation of my touch, hmm?"

Of course, not. What the hell is he talking about?

"Is this what pleases you?" I drop my gaze to his crotch, where his bulge has grown noticeably bigger in the last few seconds. "Bulging it over those helpless in front of you, those weaker than you? Does that make you feel more superior ? Does it feed you obnoxious bastard?"

"No, but this will."

He grabs the hardness between his legs and squeezes it. I flinch. My toes curl. I should look away from how he cups the thick girth between those powerful thighs. My throat closes, my ribcage tightens, and moisture pools at my core.

"Look down."

"What?" I jerk my chin up.

“You have two choices ,you get down on your knees and blow me or “

Or what?

"I will  get down on my knees, pull your legs apart and eat you out. And then I let you blow me."