Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,135

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“I told you I’m not!” I said desperately, trying to slip out of his hold, but he tightened his fingers slightly, only enough so I couldn’t escape. He pulled me against him, my chest pressed against his. Air left my lungs in a rush as I looked up at him. My heart pounded in my chest, my temples, my veins. And he felt it. That was why he was holding my wrist.

“So,” he said in a curious tone. “If I were to take you toward our bed right now—” He took a step, forcing me closer to the huge four-poster bed. “—and make you mine, I wouldn’t find out that you lied to me just now.”

I’d wanted nothing more than for him to want to finally bed me, and now that he used it as a threat to find out the truth, I wished I’d never wanted anything from him in the first place. Would he feel that I had never slept with a man? I’d only talked with other women about their experiences, but I didn’t know if men could feel if a woman was a virgin.

“You wouldn’t because you won’t take me to that bed now.”

“I won’t?” He raised one blond eyebrow.

“No, because you wouldn’t take me against my will. You disapprove of rape.” The words Bibiana had used still sounded strange coming from my lips, and it wouldn’t even be against my will. I’d thrown myself at Dante for days now; he must have known that I wanted him. Still wanted him despite everything. My body was practically humming with longing for his touch.

He chuckled. I’d never heard him laugh. It sounded empty. “That’s what you hear?”

“Yes,” I said more firmly. “You gave the Underbosses direct orders to tell their men you’d castrate anyone who used rape as a means of revenge or torture.”

“I did. I think a woman should never have to submit to anyone but her husband. But you are my wife.”

“But still.” My words were a bare whisper, filled with uncertainty.

He nodded once. “Yes, still.” He let go of my wrist. Relief flooded me. “Now I want you to tell me the truth. I’ll always treat you with respect, but I expect the same from you. I don’t tolerate lies. And eventually, we will share a bed and then, Valentina, I’ll know the truth.”

“When will we ever share a bed like husband and wife, and not just sleep beside each other? Will that ever happen?” I snapped. My stupid mouth, always running free.

His expression flickered with something I couldn’t place. “The truth,” he said simply, but with authority. “And remember I will know eventually.”

I lowered my face. Would the truth make things worse between Dante and me? It would definitely be much worse if he found out I’d openly lied to him, which he would if we ever consummated our marriage.

“Valentina,” Dante said tersely.

“What I said in the living room was the truth.” I was relieved and terrified when the words were out of my mouth. How much longer could I have kept up the lie anyway?

Dante nodded, a strange look on his face. “That’s what I thought, but now I ask why?”

“Why is it such a surprising thought that Antonio didn’t want me? Maybe he didn’t find me attractive. You obviously don’t, or you wouldn’t spend most evenings in your office and your nights with your back to me. We both know that if you wanted me, if you found me desirable at all, I’d have lost my virginity on our wedding night.”

“I thought we agreed on the fact that I wouldn’t force you,” he said. I searched his eyes because there had been a trace of anger in his voice.

“But you wouldn’t have to force me. You are my husband and I want to be with you.” Heat flooded my cheeks. “I’ve practically thrown myself at you for days now, and you didn’t even notice my body. If you found me attractive, you would have showed some kind of reaction. I guess I’m just lucky to always end up with husbands who find me repulsive.”

“You aren’t repulsive to me,” he said firmly. “Trust me, I find you attractive.”

I must have looked doubtful, because he closed the distance between us. “I do. Do not doubt my words. Whenever I catch a glimpse of the creamy white skin of your thighs…” He traced my thigh through the high slit of my nightgown. I had to stifle a surprised gasp at his sudden proximity. Goose