MILENE'S POV I held Micheal’s gaze, determined to keep my pride no matter what. Women were made to endure pain. If these men could face it, so could I. Nicolas stepped in front of me again. “If you don’t choose, I’ll decide for you,” he said, his eyes telling me he thought he already knew my choice. To him, I was just a weak, insignificant woman. I smiled, my voice steady. “I’d rather feel the cold steel of your blade than have your filthy hands touch me, Nicolas Russo.” For a moment, his eyes flashed with something unexpected, surprise, respect, and a terrifying look of excitement. “I’m going to enjoy hearing you scream,” he said. “Nicolas, that’s enough,” Dante ordered. Nicolas didn’t even look at him. He kept his eyes on me. . “We’re just getting started,” he murmured. Without warning, he grabbed me, spun me around, and yanked me back against his chest. His body pressed against mine. His hand gripped my chin, tilting my head back so I was forced to look up at him. He w
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