Page 10 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)

CHAPTER TEN

Vincent

S he is trapped beneath me like a little animal, terrified and begging for its life.

Her eyes tell me everything I want to know.

She can’t hide the doubt, the fear - or the pleasure I see in them.

I want to tear her in two with my cock. I want to penetrate her so deeply that she becomes a part of me forever.

Her perfection is pushing me to the edge of sanity. Sanity, I am barely holding onto at the sight of her.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

She is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’ve waited so long to be inside her again.

I thrust into her again and her body jolts. She moans against the gag locked over her mouth.

Her eyes drift to her stomach and widen as she sees my massive cock pushing against her stomach from the inside moving back and forth inside her body.

I chuckle as she screams, tilting her head back and breathing heavily.

“That’s right, little raven, the deeper I go, the more you become mine.” I growl.

She shudders at my words.

I slide out of her, grabbing her waist and rolling her onto her stomach, I pull her ass up towards me, folding her legs beneath me.

Her little pussy is pointing up towards me and it looks beautiful. Delicate and pink and glistening wet.

I dip the tip of my cock inside her - then thrust forward. My cock slides into her, right to the base. Filling her up again as she tightens around me.

She rocks back against me, wanting more as I begin to fuck her from behind. One hand is wrapped around her hip, the other knotted in her hair as I pull her head back. I keep moving in and out of her and pleasure builds.

I slap my hand hard across her ass cheeks and her pussy clenches around me.

“Fuck.” I mumble as her body begins to shiver in my hands.

She screams against the gag when the orgasm hits her. But even if she had remained as silent as the darkest night, I would have felt her pussy throbbing and pulsing over my cock.

I thrust again and explode inside her, growling as all my tension releases, my body finding the relief it wanted.

I slide out of her and from behind her I unstrap the hardness clipped over the back of her head, strapping the gag into place.

Lying down next to her I unlock the cuffs and pull her onto my chest, stroking her hair, running my hands down her spine, letting my fingers trace gentle patterns on her skin while I listen to the sound of her breathing evening out.

My heart constricts when an intrusive thought pushes into my mind. What if she leaves?

She can’t. I won’t let her.

But when she snuggles against my chest, I understand that she has no intention of leaving.

“You are free to roam the house, little raven. But if you want to go out, you need to ask my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She whispers and my cock stirs again. She learns fast. I could take her right now, but I will let her rest. Her body is mine to take care of. I don’t want to wear her out so quickly.

“You can rest now if you want to.” I whisper against her ear. She shakes her head, turning to look at me with those gorgeous green eyes.

“I’m hungry.” She grins.

I chuckle. “Of course, you are. Let’s get you something to eat then. Go shower and come through when you are done.”

She wiggles off me and I watch as she walks towards the bathroom, her naked body, in all its perfection, moving elegantly causing all kinds of fires to light inside me.

She is mine.

I will never let her escape me. Even if it means locking her up or chaining her to the bed.

I push off the bed and pull my pants closed. Glancing at my watch I decide to order takeouts because I gave the chef the night off and I certainly don’t feel like cooking.

After a quick shower I grab my phone and place the order just as Misha walks into the living room.

Immediately standing I walk towards her, pulling her into my arms and kissing the top of her head. She leans against me, fitting perfectly. Her body lotion, scented like cocoa and warm vanilla beans, teases my senses.

I place my finger beneath her chin and tilt her face up towards mine.

I couldn’t kiss her with the gag in place. My lips are begging for hers.

I press my mouth over hers and pull her even closer as I kiss her deeply. Claiming her, making sure she understands.

Misha pulls away before I do, throwing a cheeky glance my way. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “What did you order for dinner?” She asks, walking towards the bar and pouring herself a whisky. She doesn’t offer me one.

I sit down on the sofa, watching her closely.

“Food.” I respond.

She giggles, licks her lips slowly and then bites her lower lip as she tilts her head to the side. “I see.” She remarks, disinterested, turning away from me to gaze out of the window. “I guess I’ll wait in my room for the food to arrive.” She says casually, amusement in her voice.

She turns towards the passage that leads to her room, and I am on my feet in a flash, moving as I grab her arm and spin her towards me. She spills some of her whisky. Her eyes look up at me through long dark lashes.

“You spilled my drink. I think you should be punished.” She says seductively.

I wrap my hand around her throat and push her against the wall with a thud. My lips hover over hers as I spell out the warning.

“Push me, little raven, and I will withhold the things you enjoy. Even the things you need. But obey me, and you will see heaven.”

She brushes her hand over my thigh, between my legs and onto my cock.

I harden beneath her touch.

“I wouldn’t want that.” She whispers against my mouth.

“No, you wouldn’t.” I growl. “I’ll send you to bed with no dinner.”

She sighs, her touch drifting away from me.

“I’ll be good. I promise.” But I can tell by the grin on her face that she doesn’t plan to be.

Fuck.

She drives me wild.

And now I want to punish her again.

My head shakes as I chuckle. “You’re impossible my little pet. Come and sit with me on the sofa. I want to feel your body next to mine.”

Misha nods, letting me take her hand and lead her to the sofa where I push her down and take her glass from her, I top off her glass and pour one for myself.

Our food arrives - pork chow mein and chicken dumplings along with chocolate pudding for dessert. Misha and I sit together, talking about anything and everything and enjoying our meal.

It’s strange how natural things are with her. She’s smart, sharp, and sassy. She’s beautiful and classy and mischievous.

She’s everything I desire and more.

When its dark outside and Misha is yawning, I scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest.

carry her to my bed.

“You’ve been a good girl this evening. As your reward you may sleep next to me. And tomorrow we are going to pack some things and go to my mansion, I want to show you around and spend a little time there. I’m bored with the city for now.”

The faint smile traces over her lips is intoxicating.

I’m forcing her to please me - but I’m becoming more and more obsessed with her at the same time.

In the morning, I am woken by my phone ringing and with one glance at the screen I remember that Masaccio said he was coming for breakfast today.

I completely forgot. Misha is taking up all of my time and all of my thoughts are just about her.

“Hello.” I answer with my voice lower than usual, not awake yet.

“Dad, I’m here.”

“I’ll open up now. Give me a second.”

The last thing I want to do is get out of bed. Misha is snuggled against me and sleeping peacefully.

Slipping my arm out from beneath her I grab my sweatpants and a T-shirt as I head towards the front door to open for Mas.

“Did I wake you?” He asks, eyeing me up and down. “Since when do you sleep past five?”

“Since when do I answer to you about anything?” I ask coldly.

He sighs. “I was just asking.”

Mas walks into the kitchen area and sets a brown paper bag on the kitchen counter. He pulls out four breakfast croissants. “I didn’t know if you wanted bacon or salmon. I got both.”

“Morning.” A sleepy voice comes from behind us, and we both turn to see Misha standing there in her panties and t-shirt not quite long enough to cover anything.

Her eyes go wide when she spots Mas.

“Oh.” She exclaims loudly. “Um.” She turns left then right and then bolts out of the kitchen.

Mas chuckles. “So, that’s why.” He says, amused.

“I said mind your own business. She is my personal assistant.”

“Ok, dad.” He nods, not pushing the topic.

We pull out three plates and while we wait for Misha to come back, I make coffee.

Misha walks in the second time in a pair of jeans and a crop top, making my skin beg for her touch. Fuck. She looks good.

“Hi.” She says again, blushing slightly. “Sorry, I didn’t know someone else was here.”

“I’m Masaccio.” He says, holding his hand out towards her. She shakes it.

“This is my oldest son.” I comment. “Would you prefer bacon or salmon?”

“Either. They both sound good.”

“I asked you a question, Misha.” I say sternly.

“Salmon.” She answers quickly and obediently.

“Good girl. Here you go. And here is your coffee. Go sit at the breakfast table.”

She takes them from me and smiles, her eyes twinkling as she glances at me and then quickly looks away.

Misha hurries from the kitchen and Mas watches her, his eyes tracing over her body. It makes me angry to see him admiring her that way. Angry and possessive.

“Do you want me to cut your eyes out of your head?” I warn him.

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “She looks so familiar. Do I know her? Did she work for you before?”

I shrug. “She was a waitress before this. Maybe you went to the restaurant.”

“Mm. Maybe.”

We gather our breakfast and follow Misha through to the table.

I know who Misha reminds me of. A little black-haired, green-eyed beauty that I used to know. Someone who, again, I try to shake from my thoughts. I don’t want to remember those things. The things I did in my past. The things I lost. The things I killed.

I don’t have to dwell on the pain - I have Misha now and she is my everything. I will never lose her.