He’d started preparing this room three years ago. From the moment he met, his intention was to take her.

Damon was known for his patience. What he wanted, he always got. And when it came to Milah, he wanted her. Not for her wealth, but to tame that wildcat.

He despised the Russos and everything they stood for, but Milah was different. Damon had taken his time. Done his research and knew she was not like her father. She was unique, and that quality was to be rewarded.

It was why he’d attacked Russo. Why when his blade was to his throat, and he was more than happy to strike the killing blow, he’d waited to see what Russo would give up to save his own life.

He was shocked when Milah’s name came up.

Why would he be? The man was a coward, only interested in his own ends.

He despised that in men. Was sickened by it.

Russo would die soon enough, but first, Damon intended to take every single piece of Russo land and business. To kill all his men and make him drown in his own misery. He was going to break and destroy that man, piece by piece.

First, he was going to work on Milah.

She would belong to him.

The day would soon come when he would show her father what he’d done. How he’d gotten a Russo to fall in love with a De Luca. That would not be the only victory he anticipated. He would also knock her up, but he had no intention of marrying her.

There was no way a De Luca would ever marry a Russo. He would keep her as his mistress. Even when he found a wife worthy of the De Luca name, he would keep Milah in place, by his side, never allowing her to escape.

He waited for Milah to wrap a towel around her beautiful, curvy body before entering her room.

Damon closed the door and nodded at his guard to flick the lock into place. There was no escape.

Pocketing his cell phone, he moved toward the bed and waited for Milah to enter. The moment she did, wrapped in a towel, she froze, jerking to a stop.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her.

She stood still, her hands gripping the edge of the towel as if that alone could protect her.

Every single part of this room was covered in cameras, so he would have the joy of watching her whenever he wanted. There was no weapon. Nothing to protect her. Even when he sent food in, he made sure there were no knives. Nothing to tempt her to act irrationally.

He smiled. “Hello, Milah.”

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Is that any way to greet your master?”

“You’re not my master. You will never be my master.”

He chuckled. There would come a day when she would crawl across broken glass for him, and when that day arrived, he would fucking relish it. He would break this woman. So much spirit. So much passion. He couldn’t wait to unleash it and to finally have a taste of what he’d been waiting for. His cock stiffened at the thought.

Damon got to his feet and took a step toward her. She stayed perfectly still, tilting her head back and glaring at him.

That’s right, little cat, fight me. Your submission will be so much sweeter.

“Your father gave you to me.”

“I’m a person. I’m not a thing to be passed around like an object.”

He cupped her cheek, and she shoved his arm away.

Smiling, he gripped the back of her neck and hauled her up against him. She did have some skills, but she was no match for him. There was nothing she could do to fight him off. He was the one with complete power, ultimate control.

“You are mine, Milah. Your father gave you to me because he is nothing but a coward. He would rather sell his own daughter than lose his life.”