my hand towards the sinfully high shoes that have her calves tight, appearing as if they’re carved from stone. I’d bet good money she lives in them, and the thought of ramming my cock inside her while she’s in them alone has me fisting my hand.
“I hate you,” she vehemently declares, waiting beside the door for me to open it. This princess has been thoroughly spoiled, and even if she doesn’t realize it, I’m certain of it, and I will have a bit of fun poking at her until she combusts and rage fucks me.
“Ah, but that emotion is so close to love already. Dare I say it, are you falling for me?” I tease relentlessly, wearing a wickedly arrogant smile.
The olive-skinned beauty has no idea what she’s in store for. I open the door, holding my elbow out for her to take. Manners instilled in her has her tucking her hand into the crook of my arm and striding out beside me, she still manages to dig her claws into my forearm, but it’s merely foreplay. I’m glad she has fire and enough stubbornness to walk proudly beside me. A meek woman wouldn’t last a day in my presence. So far, every impression I’ve garnered from Ismerlda is the opposite of a pushover. We’d make a fine team if it ever came down to it, and we could work together. Although I shouldn’t be thinking of such things when we’ve already gotten off to a bit of a rough beginning.
“You don’t scare me, British boy.”
Her declaration has me laughing loudly, a feat not easy to come by in conventional circumstances. This arrangement is anything but normal for me. “Oh, but I should. I should indeed quite terrify you. Look around, Ismerlda. I’m the predator amongst these halls.”
“Hmm. Don’t count on it. I’m in this position with you because I offered to help my father. He had a problem and I saw the solution. There wasn’t any more to it than the obvious. You two didn’t plan anything without my complete agreeance on the matter. Make no mistake, Maximillian, if I didn’t think I could cut it being connected to you, then I wouldn’t be.”
My hand finds her lower back, resting it above her pert, round ass as my strides quickly catch up with her. She’d put some pep in her step as she’d said her little piece, confidence growing enough she’d left the crook of my elbow. Leaning in, my warm alcohol-laced breath tickles her lobe as I rasp, “Max will do fine, and do you know who the fuck I am, darling? Who I really am? Your agreeance means absolutely nothing to me, nor will it ever. You cross me, Princess Ismerlda, and I’ll sell you to the highest bidder. I won’t bloody hesitate to discard you like a bit of rubbish on the bottom of my shoe.”
If we weren’t in public, she’d most likely spit in my face, and that thought has me giddy inside. I get far too much enjoyment out of pushing people and testing their limits, and that notion extends to her as well. My thumb flicks along the silky smooth flesh of her spine, driving in my point that she’s caught within whatever trap I plan to set for her.
Ismerlda’s father finds us almost immediately, his gaze lighting up at the two of us strolling along the corridor together. He wants love and protection for his daughter, and who can blame the bloke. Unfortunately for him, I don’t do love. Or any of those emotions, for that matter. I’ve contemplated in the past if there was something else broken about me—the ability to love and show it. I ruin things. I kill… I don’t do love. Let’s hope, for her father’s sake, I don’t end up smothering Ismerlda in her sleep.
I can imagine the ideas floating through his mind from here. If only he had a clue his dear daughter and I were busy verbally sparing, perhaps he wouldn’t appear so jovial at our arrival. He’s in for a rude awakening if Ismerlda keeps fighting me on the inevitable. No matter what she claims, it’s unavoidable that we will eventually fuck. Whether it goes up or down from there will depend on her attitude, I suppose. Either way, I’m getting something out of this after that brief tease of caressing her soaked cunt in the closet.
“Ismerlda Macintosh. It has a nice ring to it, si?” Vincenzo Castelano boasts, coming to a stop before