Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,93
he could see it, if my fear turned him on. Probably. After what I’d witnessed in the cage, his depravity shouldn’t surprise me anymore. “Of course. That’s how I’ve been brought up.” I pressed my lips together, shocked by what I’d almost revealed. If he found out who I was, everything was over.
“So fucking innocent,” he murmured, his tongue darting out to lick over my pulse point. Slowly he raised his head and the eager look in his dark eyes thrilled me in a terrifying way. “Your virginity for a life taken, that’s what I want.”
I brought my palms up against his chest, wanting to shove him away, needing to, but he didn’t budge. The mocking gleam in his eyes intensified and his smile turned darker. The muscles in his chest flexed against my hands, and a small shiver shot through my body. Despite my terror, I narrowed my eyes at him. “You can have everything, but not that.”
He stepped back with a cruel twist of his mouth. “You don’t have anything else I want, Little One. Either you bend over and offer me your pussy or nothing at all. Unless you have a few million bucks to spare?”
I stared at him. Maybe my sister could give me a few thousand dollars, maybe even more. After all, her husband earned plenty of money as Enforcer. And my cousin as Capo of the Famiglia was one of the richest men in the States. Of course, talking to Killer was already a betrayal.
“I don’t have that much money, but I could try to pay it off in rates?” I realized how stupid that sounded. How long would it take to pay off millions of dollars?
He laughed cruelly, his eyes sliding over my body. “I’m not a fucking bank. I want my money all at once and before the job. I’d say you’re a lucky one. It’s more than anyone else ever got. I can have all the cunts I want. That I offer you my services for a simple fuck is a bargain.”
“I’m not a whore,” I said with forced bravado.
“Then you’ll have to find someone else to kill for you. I don’t hand out freebies.”
I swallowed. He turned. I grabbed his arm. He looked down at my thin fingers around his muscular forearm then up at my face. “Wait. Please. Help me.”
His expression turned mocking. “I made you an offer. Take it or leave it.”
“I can’t. You don’t understand.”
He shook his head then shocked me by grasping me and pulling me brutally against him, his mouth pressing against my ear. “I don’t want to understand. I don’t give a fuck. You can either give me what I want and get your biggest wish or you don’t. I won’t be waiting on you forever. Decide now what you want.”
Part of him wanted me more than he wanted to admit and the knowledge gave me a surprising sense of power. “Who said it’s my biggest wish?”
“If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have asked for a man like me. You crave revenge. You crave it more than anything else.”
I looked away from his penetrating stare. He was right. I wanted Pasquale dead. Even after all the years, I still remembered how he’d dragged me through his house, how he’d thrown me to the ground at his feet and spat down on me, calling me a traitor, when it had been my father and not me who had betrayed his oath. Remembered how he’d told me what he’d do to me, how he’d brutally fuck me once he got the okay from his Capo. I had been fifteen and if Growl hadn’t saved me, I probably would be dead by now.
I wanted revenge. I needed it.
But sleeping with Killer would ruin me in my world. Maybe the Bratva followed different rules, but the Italian mafia was still ruled by old-fashioned traditions, and that included that girls needed to lose their innocence on their wedding night. If I gave Killer what he wanted, I’d be shunned once I returned to New York. Unless I managed to hide the truth. I wouldn’t be the first woman who faked her virginity on her wedding night to appease the traditionalists.
Killer watched me with a dark smile as if he could feel my resolve slipping. My eyes took in his tall frame, his scarred hands, the harshness of his expression. I was terrified of him. He didn’t strike me as a man who was gentle in bed.