The Italian Don's Captive Bride

Chapter No.8

Cassandra Petrova:-

The hot water had not eased the storm on the inside of me, but it was a small mercy after the turmoil of the past twenty-four hours. Stepping out of the steaming bathroom, my hair hung damp over my shoulders, and a thick white towel clung to my body. The moment I knew the closet was empty, and of course, I hadn’t been given any clothes, I groaned under my breath.

"Perfect," I muttered. "Trapped, and now naked."

I felt the door creak open behind me. I whirled around, hugged the towel a bit tighter, only to have Eliseo casually lean in the doorframe as if he hadn’t just barged into my private moment. He ran his gaze over me, slow, heat heavy, like he was sipping me in inch by slow inch. Behind him, he shut the door with a soft click.

"What the f**k are you doing over here, Eliseo? Can't you see I am naked?"Backing toward the bed, I snapped, putting space between us. "Leave!"

"Are you seriously asking me to leave my own room, Diavoletta Mia?" his voice husky and filled with desire as he questioned, taking slow, predatory steps towards me.

“Eliseo—don’t,” I warned.

He didn’t listen. With one smooth motion, he unearths the knot of my towel and pulls it. With a whisper and a pool at my feet, the fabric unraveled and dropped to the floor. I gasped, instinctively covering my chest, his hands were already on me, huge and hot and possessive. He followed the curves of my waist and hips, then he moved upward and cupped my breasts with a rough gentleness that had me arching even though I didn't want to. His thumbs gently teased my n*****s into stiff ones before his hand slid down.

"f**k! I really missed them, my little devil."

"Eliseo, please." I breathed out, half warning and half need.

His fingers skated over my inner thigh but didn’t quite reach where I throbbed for release and defiance, only close enough to send chills up my legs.

Dipping his head close to my ear, he whispered. "You are so beautiful when you are furious, but naked you are next level of hottness that I just want to get down on my knees and suck you dry. The taste of your sweet p***y haunted me for the last two months." with that said, he stepped back then as quickly as he’d come, leaving my skin tingling and my pride burned. He turned to the closet and tossed one of his crisp white shirts at me as if nothing had happened.

“Put that on,” he sighed, voice gruff, but he couldn’t help but smirk. "Although I won't mind you sleeping naked next to me. It will just give my c**k an easy access to slide into your hot pussy."

I pulled into his oversized shirt and buttoned it up with jerky fingers, starting toward the bed. All dark smirks and infuriating arrogance, he lounged on the headboard like a king in his castle. I clenched my fists at my sides.

I snapped, "I’m not sleeping in the same bed with you."

Eliseo didn’t even flinch. “This is my room, Cara mia. I’m not the one leaving.”

"Then I’ll sleep somewhere else. The floor. The hall. Hell, the roof," I spat.

His jaw ticked. "Now the last time I left you under the care of my guards and staff you escaped by jumping through a second story window and nearly broke your damn leg."

"I would’ve rather broken every bone in my body than to cage with you."

Before I could blink, both eyes darkened, and he was off the bed, stalking toward me. I tried backing away, but the wrist was caught, and I was spun around. The cold metal clinked against my hand, and one of my wrists was yanked upward to be cuffed to the ornate iron headboard.

“Eliseo!” I shrieked, tugging hard. “Are you out of your damn mind?"

The second cuff snapped around my other wrist as he met my fury with unnerving calm. I was now completely at his mercy, arms spread out, back against the bed. His breath brushed my cheek, and his voice was velvet over a dagger.

“I don’t trust you, Cassandra, not after what you did last time. I am not repeating the same mistake again. You’re not leaving. Not tonight. Not ever, until I say so, which is going to be never because you will be with me until death do us part."

"You bastard!" I pulled on the cuffs. “Let me go and I will make that death do us part, wish of yours come true now."

He straightened, then almost laughed at my fury and returned to the bed's other side. Without another word, he slid underneath the sheets like he hadn’t just chained me to his bed like a prisoner and tucked his hand behind his head.

He said lazily, “I think you'd better get some rest. You’ll need it. Fighting me takes energy.”

I growled, “Rot in hell, Eliseo.”

His eyes landed on mine across the darkened room; they carried danger, and something else I was too afraid to say.

"I live there already," he said quietly. "You just joined me."

There was a silence that hung in the room and only got broken from time to time by the sound of rusting sheets and the creak of the iron headboard when I shifted. I’d given up counting the number of times I groaned out of frustration, trying to find some level of comfort, impossible with my wrists tied as if I were some kind of dog.

The cold metal bit at the cuffs, and I tugged at them again. "You do know this is illegal, right?"

"Babe, in case you are forgetting. We both are illegals." Eliseo's voice was smooth as he lay beside me in the darkness. "But if it makes you feel any better, then sue me."

I rolled onto my side, awkwardly, the cuffs keeping me from moving freely. "I can’t sleep like this."

"Then sleep on your back. Better yet," His voice dropped a dangerous octave. "Keep moaning and tossing like that, and we can begin to work on that baby I told you I was going to have with you, my little devil."

I froze and glared at him while my body shivered, liking the idea, or the baby-making process. Still lying beside me, shirtless now, his body completely relaxed, but his eyes flashing like those of a predator discerning the wounded sound of an animal.

"I’m serious, Cassandra. I’ve been patient. But you’re not helping."

I jutted my chin in the direction of the dark and snapped, “I’m not a baby-making machine. If you think I am going to sleep with you then you are in for a...." he didn't let me finish as he sat up on one elbow, and said coldly.

"We have already slept once, Cassandra, and we are going to do it again, for our whole lifetime so shut up and sleep or let me f**k you. I am having a case of blue balls right now, knowing that you aren't wearing any panties, and completely bare underneath that shirt of mine," he growls, suddenly getting on top of me with my arms spread out and cuffed to the bed and gulped.

"Wh..What are you doing?"