Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

VITALY

M y lips are so close to hers I can feel her soft breath against my mouth. I want to kiss her. Hell, I want to bend her over this desk and fuck her into submission. But instead of doing any of that, I gently grab her upper arm and lead her out of the library.

"You'll have breakfast with me," I tell her.

"I said I'm not hungry."

Before we enter the dining room, I stop abruptly and turn her to face me. "Do you know what I do when one of my men defies me?"

"Let me guess, you give them a time out?" She purses her lips, and they tempt me more than ever.

"Your mouth is going to get you in trouble."

"It usually does." She narrows her eyes at me as I let out a frustrated sound.

No one defies me like this, and I'm not used to being this worked up. When I tell someone to do something, it's done, end of discussion. Pru fights me at every turn, and it's driving me crazy. I can't get any work done because I keep getting distracted.

"I'm not asking, Pru," I say and point to the dining table. "You will sit down and eat breakfast with me, and then you can snoop over every inch of this house if you want."

"Oh." She blinks in surprise like I wouldn't let her go wherever she wanted.

Maybe it's a mistake to let her run free in the penthouse, but I've got nothing to hide.

"But first," I say and pull her close to me. She gasps as I bend down and brush my lips over hers. The arm I've got across her back tightens as my other goes to her waist. The kiss is brief, but the touch she leaves against my lips is scalding. "I think you have something that belongs to me."

My fingers dip in the waistband of her leggings, and I pull out the gun. Her eyes widen as I place it on the table beside us and then release her.

"Dang it," she whispers as I lead her into the dining room.

I pull out the chair next to mine and place her in it. She sits with a huff and then scowls up at me as I grab her napkin and drape it across her lap.

"I'm not eating any of this poison." Her eyes scan the beautiful meal Francis made for us, and I take a seat beside her.

"You mean this poison?" I ask as I grab my fork and scoop a bite of eggs out of the bowl in front of us. "Or this?" I take a piece of bacon and bite off the end of it.

"Okay fine, I'll eat it if you do," she agrees and lets me serve her plate.

After she watches me take a few tentative bites, she finally does the same. Once she's eaten something, I breathe a sigh of relief. I didn't realize how tense I was until she began cooperating. How the fuck is she able to push me to the edge of madness so quickly?

"Someone should be here within the hour to provide you with some clothes."

"Why not let me go and I can pick out my own?" she's quick to suggest, and I hate how much she wants to leave me.

"Nice try." I ignore her request and pour her more coffee. "You came at a rather opportune time."

"Opportune for you or for me?"

"Oh, definitely for me." I grin at her, and although I see the flush of her cheeks, she rolls her eyes. "I'm hosting a little get-together tonight for some of the other bosses in the city. I think it would be quite the statement to have you on my arm."

"And if I refuse to go?" She raises her stubborn chin, and I reach out and grab it. I'm not holding her tightly, but I don't miss the way her eyes flare.

"Like you refused to let me check your virginity?" I lick my bottom lip. "I can almost still taste it."

"You're disgusting." She tries to say it with force, but it comes out as a whimper.

"I never said I wasn't." I trace my thumb along her chin before leaning close. "But know this, little one. You'll be on my arm tonight. It's up to you if you're tied to it or not."

She swallows hard before I press my lips to hers. This time when I kiss her, it's not a tease or a hint. I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her against me. She gasps at the contact, and I use the advantage to slide my tongue against hers.

Her body stiffens at first, but after that first taste she practically melts into me. Soon enough, she's kissing me back, and I can't help myself. I slide a hand between her legs and cup her hot pussy through her leggings. She whimpers when I rub the heel of my palm against her, and then she rocks her hips.

I want to shove everything off this table and eat her instead, but the sound of a throat clearing behind me has me breaking the kiss.

"What?" I shout to the person interrupting our meal.

"Sir, I've got London on the line for you like you asked," Luca says, and then I hear his footsteps retreating.

"Fuck," I say through clenched teeth and slowly release Pru.

I don't miss the way blinks like she forgot where she was and what she was doing.

When I stand up, I have to reach down and adjust my cock. She silently watches me before I bend down so we're eye to eye.

"Remember, little one," I say and grab another piece of bacon. "On my arm or tied to it. The choice is yours."

On my way out, I grab the gun sitting on the side table. I shake my head as I look at the empty chamber and put it back down. I should be more careful about where I leave my weapons.

Although if she keeps stealing them, it gives me a reason to search her body.