Page 93 of Breaking Rosalind
He stops at the doorway without his usual smirk. The dim, flickering light makes his features more angular and accentuates the sharpness of his cheekbones and the cruel curves of his mouth. If I gave a damn, I’d say he looked bothered.
His gaze sweeps over my trembling body as though he’s taking inventory of a possession. I force my muscles to still as he traces every counter, every inch of my exposed flesh.
It’s been over a decade since I last felt so vulnerable. I swore to myself this would never happen again, yet here I am under another man’s control. Angry heat rushes to the surface of my skin, making my nipples tingle. I clench my teeth, not wanting to show him any weakness.
Cesare’s features harden. “You pissed on my floor.”
“I’ll shit on it if you don’t set me free,” I snap.
He storms to the corner of the room and picks up the mop, bucket, and a huge plastic bottle. I break out in a fresh sweat, wondering if this is the start of a new sadistic game.
Without another word, he opens the bottle and pours its contents on the floor, filling the air with the citrus scent of cleaning fluid. After returning the container to the sink, he mops the floor clean.
“You would save so much time if you acted like a normal psychopath and gave me a bucket,” I rasp
“Tell me about Leroi,” he says, his tone flat.
“I thought you weren’t interested in me sexually,” I reply. “Something about not wanting to stick your cock in me if it was on fire?”
He finally meets my gaze. “Do you want to get untied or not?”
My heart skips a beat. “Turn off the fucking vibrator,” I say through clenched teeth. “Please.”
He walks around the table and unplugs the toy. At the sudden absence of vibrations, my muscles relax, and I can finally exhale.
“Talk,” he says, the word soft.
Cesare really is in a strange mood. Maybe he and his brothers negotiated with the firm and they’ve demanded my release? My mind is so scrambled that it’s giving way to false hope.
I swallow, my tongue darting out to lick my dry lips. “Leroi was my target. Based on our surveillance, he was the most probable way to access the Montesano estate.”
He stares down at me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. It’s like he’s searching my features for any signs of deception. I hold his gaze, refusing to break under the weight of his scrutiny.
“We knew he went to the Phoenix to speak to either Benito or you, so that’s where I was assigned,” I add.
He nods. “You were wearing a white, strapless dress.”
My breath catches. How on earth does he even remember? “I don’t remember seeing you that night.”
“I was watching the monitors,” he replies. “What did you say when you sat beside him in the VIP section?”
The corners of my mouth pinch into a grimace. “I asked if he fucked as hard as he looked.”
“What did he reply?” Cesare asks.
“Leroi told me to get lost,” I mutter. “It looked like he was waiting for someone. I told him I’d look elsewhere else for a dom who had what it took to tame a bratty sub and then ground against some other guy on the dance floor.
“What happened after Leroi spoke to Benito?”
I pause, unsure if he really recalls that evening or if he searched for it in the club’s surveillance footage. “He grabbed my wrist, took me into the alley, fucked me against the wall, and walked away without a word.”
Cesare’s eyes narrow, and a muscle in his jaw flexes. “He didn’t even bother to ask for your name?” he snarls through clenched teeth. “Was it so good that you went back for seconds?”
I huff a laugh.
“What?” he snaps.
“It was my job. I had to get close to Leroi to gather information about you and your brothers.”