heart sinks. I’m not doing that shit. He’s out of his fucking mind if he thinks I’m going to suck him off. As much as I want to obey him so I can get the fuck out of here, I’m not going to do that. I’m not a whore. I could bite his dick off though. I feel my eyebrows raise at the thought, and the tiny cellar fills with a deep, rough laugh from the man standing across from me.
“You’re adorable, kitten. But that’s not going to happen. Not yet.” He shakes his head with a small smile on his face.
“What’s not going to happen?” I play dumb, like I wasn’t that obvious just now.
“You haven’t earned my touch yet, and you don’t need it right now.” He picks up the plate and moves the chair so it's facing me before sitting down. “Now come here and get on your knees so I can feed you.”
I hesitate to move. I don’t believe him, not for one second. And kneeling before him would put me at an even greater physical disadvantage.
“Come on, I know you’re hungry.” He sets the plate on his lap and motions with his fingers for me to come to him. “It’s almost eleven, and you didn’t eat last night. You must be starving.”
My eyes narrow on him. I hate that he watched me last night. I knew it. I should have trusted my instincts. I knew someone was out there. “How long did you watch me?”
“I've been watching you ever since I got the hit on you.” He’s quick with his response, and it chills my blood.
“Are you a member of the mafia?” I ask.
He chuckles and says, “Which one?” The fact that he thinks this is funny really pisses me off.
“Are you a Cassano?” I ask with force.
“No. I’m not.”
“So why are you going to kill me then?” My heart sinks. I don’t understand. How many fucking people did I piss off?
“I’m not going to kill you,” he says with a hard voice. His blue eyes turn dark and I can feel the weight of the conviction in his voice. “It took a lot for me to be able to have you. But I bought you from the Cassanos, and now I’m keeping you.” I can’t help that my pussy twitches at his words.
“Why?” my voice asks, without my conscious consent.
He leans forward slightly. “I’ve asked you twice now to come and get down on your knees. You need to learn to listen.”
My feet move of their own accord until I’m standing in front of him. My legs tremble as I slowly kneel before him. I swallow thickly. Finally, I sit on my heels and keep my eyes on the door behind him. I have to do what needs to be done. My heart sinks and I just want to cry.
“Look at me, kitten,” his deep voice commands me, and I look up at him reluctantly. I feel weak, and I hate it. Everyone assumes I’m weak. Now that I’m on my knees without a fight, it’s hard for me to disagree. I look at his gorgeous face with nothing but sadness on mine.
“Don’t be sad. You’ll enjoy this.” He leans forward and places a large hand on my shoulder. I fucking lean into his touch and close my eyes before I can stop myself. “Trust me.”
My eyes harden at his words, but before I can spit back that I don’t even know him, let alone trust him, he takes his hand away and says, “You’ll learn to trust me.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and wait for his next move. My eyes are drawn to his fingers as he reaches for a chunk of what I think is tuna. My mouth waters as he dips it into some sort of sauce and brushes it along the side of the cup until none of the sauce is dripping from the chunk of fish. He brings it to my lips and I instinctively lean back and move my hands up in front of my face.
The man’s deep voice rings out. “No.” My body jumps at his disapproval, and my heart races as I look into his eyes. Half of me still expects him to be violent toward me, even though he hasn’t yet. “You know what I want.”
He seems to relax some as he registers my fear. “Hands on your knees like they were, and mouth open. You were seated perfectly.”
I obey him even though