was, and I knew early on people would use me if they could.
I was also used to people wanting to avoid me because they feared me, but not like this. People stayed out of my way for fear of getting on my bad side, but if they thought they had a chance to get on my good side, they tried.
Remy Christian wanted nothing to do with me, good or bad.
I. Didn’t. Like. It.
This frightened woman should not be holding so much interest for me. By all rights, she should be dead on her living room floor already. She was a witness to a murder committed by Luca Benetti. She could put me away from life if she wanted to.
There was also the fact that I was never hard up for pussy, so that couldn’t be the cause of my inexplicable awareness of her. I had someone to satisfy my sexual needs. I’ve been fucking Beverly Dalton for the better part of five years already. She was a professor at Morgan City Community College where she taught chemistry. Beverly lived a simple life, and she’s never pushed for more than our occasional hookups. Of course, that was probably because she knew she couldn’t get anything more out of me, but I still appreciated her sticking to our arrangement all these years. She also couldn’t get pregnant, and that was her biggest selling point. Oh, she was beautiful, there was no denying that. Beverly was older than I was, but she kept herself up and was pretty on a regular day, but positively stunning when she put in the effort. She was perfect arm candy if I had ever bothered to take her out in public, but I never have. Partly because of her safety, but mostly because we just fucked. We didn’t need to go out in public for that.
So, why was this frightened rabbit in front of me a distraction instead of a dead body?
“How about I introduce myself?” I suggested.
Remy shook her head again. “Please, don’t,” she begged. “I don’t want to know who you are.”
Yep.
I was definitely bothered by that.
I dropped her wallet and moved towards her. And, with every step, she retreated until her back hit the wall leading into the kitchen. With her having no more room for escape, I planted my hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned down until my cheek teased hers. In her ear, I whispered, “Say my name.” I knew she knew it and I wanted to hear it fall from her lips.
Her cheek hit mine when she automatically shook her head in refusal. “No,” she replied nervously, and the sound of her uncontrollable breathing and husky fear turned my dick rock fucking hard.
I ran my nose along the side of her face and repeated my demand. “Say my name.”
“No,” she stubbornly replied, and I was kind of impressed. Remy was obviously scared, but she wasn’t a coward. She also wasn’t a hysterical mess carrying on, and on like a drama queen on stage.
However, her stubbornness on this matter wouldn’t do.
No one denied me.
Ever.
My face still damn near buried in her neck, I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, and pulled back with enough force to make her cry out. I pressed my body up against hers, not caring that she could feel my harness pressed against her stomach, and I once I had her trapped, I repeated my demand for the last time. “Say my fucking name,” I snarled in her ear.
You could hear the anguish in her voice, but I got what I wanted from the woman. “Luca,” she whimpered. “Luca Benetti.”
The urge to lift her skirt, rip off her panties, and fuck her up against the wall was so strong, I let go of her hair and stepped away from her.
Remy stared up at me, tears in her eyes, and she was visibly shaking. I knew she believed she just signed her own fate, and maybe she did. Maybe she did because my name never sounded so intoxicating coming from someone’s lips.
I was thirty-years-old and never has a woman made me want to lose control. Never has a woman made me doubt my decisions. Never has a woman distracted me from the endgame.
Yet, here I stood, in front of this woman who should be dead but wasn’t. A woman who I wanted to take, knowing her permission would only be given out of fearing for her life. A woman who could send