Sold To Mr. Milano - Daniella Wright Page 0,23
way onto my estate.”
“I don’t fear facing my father again,” she stated confidently. “No matter what you do to me. He is still ten times the man you will ever be.”
A different kind of anger stirred inside with her words. “Don’t pretend to know what kind of man I am, Alicia. It is far worse than anything you’ve ever heard.”
Her face twisted and then she erupted into laughter. “That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? To prove you’re some kind of big, strong, evil man...the biggest and baddest one of all. All these years I’ve heard of the infamous Alberto Milano’s reputation and it’s nothing more than a show!”
I let out a grumbling roar of rage and lunged towards her, gripping my big hand around her jaw to force her to look at me. Her nostrils flared as her chest heaved with her eyes glued to me.
“Would your father look at you the same if he knew his precious daughter had been defiled by his biggest enemy? Imagine going back to his arms knowing that I had my way with you. Would he still seem like such an honorable man then!? When you had to face the disappointment and disgust in his eyes!?”
That was enough to make her stop laughing. I was done laughing too...Done playing her games. Out of everything in life that I might have been prepared to submit to or be made a fool by...some dumb, arrogant woman like her was not about to be one of them. She was pushing me closer to the edge of showing her exactly what kind of man I was.
“You’re going to tell me what you know,” I continued. “What is it that you think you learned during your time here that you were in such a hurry to dash off and report back to the great detective?”
“I don’t know anything,” she insisted. “I was just going out for an evening ride. This whole thing has been blown out of proportion.”
I eyed her up and down with anger pumping through my veins. Her blouse strained tightly against her breasts that bulged out with her arms chained up and stretched out on either side of her supple body. I walked closer to her again, taking in her scent of sweat.
“I do wonder, Alicia. If you aren’t pregnant...have you ever been touched? Maybe all this talk of what a real man is because you’ve never known one. You’ve never had someone break you in.”
A new twisted expression of disgust formed on her face, but the door creaked open, interrupting us. Several men came filing in with a table and a leather roll of tools. With the table in place, they unrolled the assortment of torture devices. I made the usual show of holding a few of them up to inspect them so Alicia could see. I heard the faintest whimpers of anguish escaping her plump lips with the sight of what I held in my hands.
The men followed the usual routine and went over to tighten her chains. Another grabbed a few vice grips from the leather case and waited nearby. Alicia’s body whipped back and forth, hopelessly struggling to break free. She looked at me with stunned and questioning eyes. She didn’t think I would allow anyone else to torture her, and she was right. This was for me and only me to enjoy.
“No,” I barked, holding up a hand to stop them. “Leave us.” The men obeyed and marched back out of the room as I locked the door behind them.
“So, that’s the plan then, Alberto?” Her voice shaked. “You’ll torture me only to find out I still have nothing to tell you?”
“I’ll do whatever I want to you,” I answered calmly and suggestively. I wanted to see her squirm with disgust for me again.
“Figures that a man like you would just take what he wanted. You wouldn’t know how to win a woman over into actually loving you, so you’d pillage her the same way you do the lands of Argentina.”
“And a woman like you does what...lies and manipulates her way into getting whatever she wants?” I leaned in close to her ear, watching tendrils of her loose hair sway from my breath. “Don’t tempt me, Alicia. The way I pillage the lands is much more civilized than what I would do to you.”
“There is nothing civilized about you or anything you do,” she sobbed under her breath, aching from the tightened chains. “And you don’t know what kind