Page 17 of Wicked Throne

She smiled the white of her teeth seemed to glow against the red lip gloss. "But I'd be happy. You have become an absolute thorn in my fucking side."

"You kiss your daddy with that mouth?"

She rolled her eyes. "Careful Thierry, I'll fuck your daddy, divorce you, and be your step momma by next week."

That made me chuckle way harder than I meant to. My new bride was fearless. While I liked it, it was also a dangerous ass trait.

No matter.

I would widdle her down.

File her down until she sparkled like the diamond she claimed to be. She would shine only for me though.

I shrugged. "You'd come crawling back to me, eventually."

A smirk played on her face as the flight attendant wobbled back to us. "More champagne, ma'am?"

"Yes please," Diamond held up her glass.

She squinted and read the attendant's name tag. Mouthing the name to herself she looked up into the young girl's face. "Nancy?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Have you ever had my husband's cock in your mouth...I feel like maybe you two have had an intimate history."

I choked and champagne went down the wrong way, and Nancy turned red as a tomato. She cut her eyes to me pleading for help. Diamond began to laugh and it filled the air. Nancy took that as her cue and went back to where she'd been earlier, almost falling over trying to get away from my bride.

Chapter 10

Diamond

When we arrived at the Italian villa it was pitch black outside. We waited in the town car and didn't speak as we waited for Scarpetta men to go into the residence and do a quick check. Part of me wanted to scream at Thierry but I had figured out about four hours into our flight it wouldn't do any good.

It was only when we finally journeyed inside that I realized that I had no idea where I would be sleeping. I also had no idea what Thierry's real intentions were.

Light from overhead splayed over the marble floor. I watched as Thierry began to climb the stairs. Sensing I wasn't behind him, he stopped and turned.

"Are you coming along, my sweet?"

I scoffed at him. He was an asshole and he knew it. God, I hated this man. I hated this nightmare that I was in because of my father and his business dealings.

However, I had nowhere else to go in a foreign country after being kidnapped. Biting the inside of my lip, I gave one last glance at the double doors made of wood. I could flee but I had nowhere that I could go into the wilderness of Italy.

I gave in and started for the steps. Keeping my head high, the sound of my Manolo Blanicks clacked first against the stone floors and then thumped into the grain of the wood. Thierry wore a shit-eating grin.

"Just imagine if you always gave in that easy, my sweet," he whispered.

A chill ran all over my body.

"Never, you asshole," I gave a huff.

Finally, we reached a bedroom. Thierry's hand shot out and turned the brass-colored knob, before looking to me. I paused. He was my husband. I knew that he expected something from me.

"Not tonight," he said. "You'll be staying in here...I'm just down the hall there."

He gave a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder. I followed the direction down the hall and found a room at the end of the hall.

"Performance anxiety?" I asked.