Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
MASSIMO ROSELLI
I thought leaving her alone for at least a short while after spanking her would get her out of my system, allow me to shake the attraction to the youngest Cassone girl, but my reaction to someone putting hands on her was enough to tell me what I already knew… I am doomed.
I’ve heard the stories about the way it was in the old country between Mamma and Papa. There was never going to be anyone else for him but her, and maybe these things don’t fall too far from the tree. I’ve wanted her since seeing the light in her eyes and touching her silky skin.
Besides, the more I think about my plan, the more sense it makes. Father has been pushing me to formalize things with Desiree. She may be the eldest daughter of a rival family and one he wants control of, but I certainly do not. A merger that for all intents and purposes would strengthen our family position, yet she’s not the one who causes my dick to ache or turns my blood cold with anger the minute I hear anyone other than me say her name.
No matter what this attraction to Sophia is, it’s red blooded, possessive, and drives the desire to annihilate anyone who puts hands on her other than me, and to protect her from what I know her future to bring after what I’ve learned about the other rival families.
No, whether Sophia likes it or not, she will submit to me. I won’t give her any choice, because it’s the only way to save her, merge a rival family, and keep her for myself.
My eyes take in the golden amber orbs staring up at me, not fully understanding the attraction myself. She’s certainly not like the other women who hang on my arm at social functions and bat their eyelashes and do what they’re told knowing their daddies want them to sit beside me as queen someday. Maybe that’s what I like about Sophia. You know exactly what you’re getting, and she knows exactly who I am, but couldn’t help the attraction any more than I.
My little kitten believes she has the upper hand, but she has no clue how convincing I can be. “Three weeks, Sophia. And then you say I do.”
Her eyes dance with hope, seeing this as a way out of the debt for her and her family, and I feel half bad that in the near future it will be destroyed. She’ll succumb to the pleasures of my bed, and I will gain a dutiful wife who will solidify yet another territory under the Roselli name. Then my father will know it’s time for me to take the reins.
I lean in and pull her closer. “A kiss to seal the deal?”
She doesn’t resist, and my fingers splay around the sensitive skin of her nape, drawing her in, holding her captive as our lips meet for the very first time. If I thought spanking her or rubbing her slit was arousing, feeling her breath against me and tasting her sweetness as her heart races out of control causes my dick to throb painfully against the zipper of my dress pants. “Sophia, you’re going to be mine soon, and want to be owned by me.”
Her eyes flash as she instinctively draws back. “Not likely,” she says hoarsely.
I grin and stand, very much aware of the raging bulge in my pants and the interest in her eyes. “Perhaps you’ll change your mind and be happy to say I do.”
“And what do you get from this?”
I contemplate the question before I say a word. “A marriage filled with attraction, mutual respect, and passion. In our life that is all we can hope for, no?”
“Perhaps.”
“Time will tell, kitten. I’ll have some clothes sent up for you later with instructions. You’ll join me for dinner in the formal dining room at seven. I have the taste for something much sweeter than dessert. Don’t wear panties. They will only get in the way.”