Bound to Break

Chapter 45

What. Was he really trying to make me stab him?

Blinking with disbelief, I accepted this opportunity and my fingers tightened on the knife. I just tried thinking of how much I wanted to hurt him.

I wanted for him to feel even an ounce of pain I felt when I saw that video. When I had to spent months alone, wishing I didn't have to resort to running away. I wanted him to bleed, and still as I looked into his eyes I couldn't bring myself to do it.

But he was insistent. I could see it by the cocky way he looked at me, so I gathered up all my anger towards him and shoved the knife his way. Again he ducked it.

Che palle. I tried again. And again. And again. I'd grown so frustrated I ended up poking the knife at him any chance I got, but the man had skills. The way he effortlessly avoided the blade made me wonder why and how he was so good at it.

With much regret, I realised was impossible. A sound of frustration escaped me and with one last lunge, I shoved the knife to his chest before he suddenly spun me around. A gasp escaped me. His body was pressed against my behind. Firm, large and muscled.

I broke out in shivers. His hands were over mine around the knife, and that was enough to make me want to give up.

His lips brushed my ear. "Not enough anger."

"I don't care."

He was too close to me for me to focus. It was insanely stupid how little he could do to knock my mind out of balance. Nobody else was able to do that, and that was when I considered the thought that Luciano was my personal hell.

A very sexy, but infuriating hell. I leaned back into his frame, feeling his erection against me and paused. I didn't know why I wasn't used to that already.

"Getting off on this?"

The huskiness in his voice made me fight a quiver. "If I am?"

"Then you can go to her."

Wetness was already forming between my legs, shit. I mentally cursed myself for my body's betrayal, feeling his hand release the knife.

"Then you can go to her." I finally spoke, hating how jealous I sounded. His hand had now moved to my waist, but so lightly I ached for him to tighten his hold.

"And if I want my wife?"

He didn't want her. She was a loud airhead who slept around and burned money. Nobody took her seriously, or could deal with her. How could he?

"Stop it." I breathed. He didn't want me. I needed to hate him for it. I suddenly started searching for more reasons to despise him. "You killed my friend."

"I'd kill any other man who touches you Nina." His words were malicious, and ran down my back with a promise so possessive I had to try not to find it attractive.

My eyelid grew heavy with the warmth his body was gave me. I was so confused. Luciano always had a dislike towards me, yet he always still cared when other men got near me. Even his own brother, who's words suddenly came to mind.

He's had something for you since the beginning.

Feeling utter denial, I nudged out of Luciano's hold and grabbed the knife, pressing it to his throat. Those words weren't going to taunt me. I wasn't going to be taken as a fool like I was before.