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have no idea what the fuck you just said, and I don't care. That was hot as fuck,"
"Intelligente e bella." Smart and beautiful, Alessandro said in Italian. "I preferisco mortale." I prefer deadly, I replied in Italian. I watched in amusement as all three of the De Luca men looked at me in surprise, their jaws dropping open. They hadn't anticipated that I could speak their native tongue.
"Don't be an idiot," I heard Nikolai reply. Great! They're both fucking out there. "You know we monitor that shit." They fucking what?! "Calendar says it's still two and a half weeks away.” "Right. Right." I could just imagine Lukyan nodding along. "I forgot that we started doing that after she tried to burn me with that blowtorch. Damn Shark Week," he grumbled.
"And I'm not like every made man. I know exactly who you are, exactly what you're capable of, and it only makes me want you more."
"I don't want a docile woman, a weak woman. I want a queen. A woman to help me conquer and rule. A woman who will stand by my side, not cower behind me.”
"I hope you're as badass as they say. You'll need to be, to handle me."
“Because that’s what you are. A vicious little kitten that will claw my eyes out the second I piss you off,” I whispered over her lips. “And I fucking love it.”
“Something you need to learn early, kotenok,” I murmured, staring down at her, “I’m in control here, not you. You’ll get your pleasure, but only when I allow it.”
“Make no mistake, Illayana. This pussy is mine. Mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to mark.”
I flipped the couch over and took cover behind it, reloading my gun. Lukyan scurried over and crouched at my side, a crazy smile on his face. “Isn’t this fun?!” he yelled over the gunfire, laughing maniacally. He’s fucking crazy!
