Chapter 5

Before I could blink, he scooped me off the edge of his desk, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of stolen goods.

"Put me down, Vittorio!" I snarled, slamming my fists against the broad expanse of his back. "I swear to God, put me down!"

His hand slammed down on the back of my thighs to lock me in place as he carried me through the darkened hallway.

"I am not your property!"

"You're currently over my shoulder, fiammella," he countered smoothly, kicking open the heavy mahogany doors to another prison room. "I beg to differ."

He tossed…