2| I Want Her.

 ANTONIO.

 

Never in a million years did I expect to see the daring girl I met at the club yesterday here. The girl who enchanted me with her captivating green eyes.

 

So, she was a Moretti. That explained why she was fearless and didn’t seem intimidated by me. Was she my supposed fiancée?

 

"Antonio, I present to you Sofia Moretti." Roberto said as he gestured at the girl who came in with the daring girl. The girl who dared make my cock go crazy.

 

She wasn’t Sofia. So, who was she? Rosalinda, her sister?

 

"And this is Rosalinda, her sister." Roberto continued, confirming my guess as he gestured at her.

 

"Rosalinda." I muttered, my gaze fixed on her. Though my intention wasn’t to say that out loud, it just happened to slip off my lips.

 

"Have you met her before?" Roberto asked, with curiosity lingering in his eyes.

 

Yesterday, she mentioned that she sneaked out of the house. Talking about our encounter would only put her in trouble. I didn’t know why I was protecting her, but—

 

I flicked my gaze at him and shook my head. "No."

 

My attention should be on Sofia, the reason I was there, not Rosalinda.

 

So, crossing my hands over my chest, I cast my gaze at Sofia. "Nice to meet you, Sofia."

 

She only nodded her head in response. She didn’t seem to like me. I didn’t either; I was only marrying her because of the benefit I would get from the alliance with Roberto and also because I needed a bride who would bear me an heir.

 

I glanced briefly at Rosalinda before flicking my gaze at Roberto. "Can we speak in private?"

 

"Why?" Roberto asked, confused. "What’s wrong with her? Don’t you like her?"

 

I shook my head. "I want to speak in private with Sofia, not you." I said, and he let out a sigh of relief.

 

"Rosalinda, let’s excuse them." He said as he started walking towards the exit.

Rosalinda glanced briefly at me before turning on her heels and trailing behind her father.

 

Unable to take my gaze off her, I watched until she was completely out of sight. Fuck, she was damn hot, and my cock kept throbbing under its cover, wanting to go after her.

 

I gave my head a slight shake, waving off all the dirty thoughts that were roaming through my head. I was getting married to her sister, Sofia, and these unholy thoughts should be about her, not Rosalinda.

 

Clearing my throat, I darted my gaze at Sofia. "We would be getting married soon. We should get to know each other."

 

"Is that necessary?" She asked. "It’s not like our marriage would be based on love, so—"

 

"It is." I cut her off. "You would be bearing my children, and I need to know everything about the mother of my children."

 

Her eyes widened. "Children? Are we going to, like—" she pointed between the both of us. "Me and you?"

 

She must be perplexed at the idea of having sex with me prior to conceiving my children. I didn’t like the idea either. But it was something we had to do once we got married. If only Rosalinda was the one with whom I was engaged, it would have been much easier for me, as I was insanely attracted to her.

 

"Yes." I nodded. "So, tell me about you. I want to know everything."

 

"Uhm…" She scratched the back of her neck.

 

"If you are not ready, we could do this another day." I quickly said. She was wasting too much time, and I didn’t have all day. "Our wedding is not until two weeks from now."

 

"Two weeks?!" She exclaimed, widening her eyes in bewilderment.

 

"Yes." My eyes narrowed. "Your father didn’t tell you?"

 

"No." She panicked.

 

Was she that terrified about the idea of getting married to me? Well, the deal had already been signed, and there was nothing she could do about it. She would have to deal with me for life, just as I would.

 

The only thing she had to do was abide by my rules, and she would be fine.

 

"I am done with you." I dismissed her. "Go and get your father."

 

Without hesitation, she turned on her heels and dashed out of the room.

 

A few minutes later, the door was pushed open, and all my expectations were to see Roberto walk through the door, but he wasn’t the one. It was Rosalinda.

 

She was holding a tray bearing a bottle of wine and a wine flute. Her hips swayed as she walked towards me, and each step she took went straight to my groin, causing it to throb uncontrollably under its covers. Fuck! I wanted her.

 

"I was asked to bring this to you." She said as she placed the tray on her father’s desk, which I was seated beside.

 

I nodded my head in acknowledgement.

 

"Thank you. For not telling my papa about yesterday." She muttered and sighed. "He would be with you shortly."

 

She didn’t wait for my response before turning on her heels and starting to walk away.

 

I longed for her, and as much as I hated to admit it to myself, I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted her to stay. With me.

Before I could stop myself, I uttered her name. "Rosalinda Moretti."

 

Slowly, she turned to look at me. "Yes?"

 

Why did I call her? I fucking didn’t know, but I had to quickly think of an excuse.

 

"You don’t expect me to pour myself a drink, do you?" Was what I could come up with.

 

Without giving me a response, she inched closer, picked up the wine bottle, and popped it open. As she poured the wine into the glass, all my mind thought of was making her squirt. Just like the bottle was squirting wine. Fuck! I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her warmth around my cock. I wanted to feel the taste of her lips, and that was crazy.

 

She handed me the glass of wine, but I shook my head. "Drink it." I said.

 

Making her drink it would make her stay for a little longer. Call me crazy, but I desperately wanted her to be with me.

 

She drew her brows together. "Why?"

 

"Do I have to have a reason? I want you to."

 

She shook her head, and before she could speak, I did first. "It’s an order, Rosalinda. You dare not defy me."

 

She tipped her head to the side, and I could see the irritation that was starting to mask her expression. "And what if I do?"

 

I thought she was fearless and didn’t seem intimidated by me yesterday because she didn’t know who I was. Because she didn’t know that I was Antonio Russo. I stroked fear in people, and no one dared to defy me; not even her father could talk to me the way she just did. But she was different, and that I found interesting.

 

"What would you do?" She continued when she didn’t get a response.

 

An amused smile touched my lips. "You are fearless."

 

"That’s because you gave me your word." She retorted.

 

I cocked my head as I asked curiously. "And that is?"

 

"You don’t touch women." She said boldly. "You said that yesterday."

 

"Drink." I said sternly. Her fearlessness might be amusing, but I hated it when I was disrespected. "I might not harm you physically, but there are other ways in which I can get to you. So, if I were you, I wouldn’t defy me. So, now—"

 

Before I could complete my sentence, she gulped the wine down, surprising me. I had expected her to rebel for a little longer.

 

"Done." She said, with rage seeping through her voice as she placed the glass violently on the tray. "Asshole." She muttered under her breath, but I heard her. Who the fuck did she think she was to call me that?

 

A sudden rage boiled within me as I leapt to my feet and gripped her neck. "What did you just say?"

 

As I stared at her, the rage within me melted away in an instant and was replaced with lust. Her lips were stained with the red wine she just drank, and the urge to take her lips into mine and suck the wine off them surged through me. It was the same urge I had yesterday while my hands were on her neck before her friend interrupted.

 

A sound suddenly escaped her lips, and I could swear that it was a moan. Before I could process why she made that sound, the door suddenly dinged open, and I quickly pulled away from her. I turned to see Roberto venturing inside the room, and with the look in his eyes, I was certain that he saw us.