Aria's back slammed against the cold black wall the moment the door sealed them inside the red room. The air felt thick and heavy, heavy with the scent of leather and raw danger. Dante stood inches away, his steel-gray eyes burning with dark hunger as he loosened his tie.
"Strip," he ordered.
"Fuck you," she spat back.
Before she could move, he grabbed the front of her thin top and ripped it open. Buttons flew across the floor. Her breasts spilled free into the cool air, nipples tightening instantly.
She swung hard. Her palm cracked across his cheek with a sharp sound that echoed in the room.
Dante touched the red mark blooming on his face. His eyes darkened with twisted pleasure. "There is the fire I wanted."
He lunged forward. Aria fought wildly, twisting and kicking, but he was too strong. He caught her wrists, pinned them above her head, and crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss. She bit down on his lip until she tasted blood.
He pulled back with a growl, lips glistening red. "Bite me again and I will make you suffer for it.
She did it anyway, sinking her teeth into his shoulder through his shirt. He hissed, but the sound turned into a low, pleased rumble.
"You want it rough?" he said, voice rough. "Then I will give you rough."
He spun her around and shoved her face-first onto the padded bench. One large hand held her down while the other yanked her skirt up and tore her panties away in one vicious rip. Cool air hit her bare skin. She was exposed, completely at his mercy.
"Stop!" she shouted, kicking back at him. "I said no!"
He caught her ankle and spread her legs wider. His palm cracked across her ass in a sharp slap. The sting burned hot. She cried out, more from shock than pain. "Every time you fight, I will hit you harder," he warned. Another slap landed, harder this time, then another. "And I enjoy it."
Aria bucked and twisted, trying to throw him off, but he wrenched her arms behind her back and bound them tightly with his tie. The silk bit into her skin. He lifted her onto the bench, positioning her on her knees, ass raised high, completely open to him.
She glared at him over her shoulder, breathing hard. "I will kill you for this."
Dante unbuckled his belt slowly, his eyes locked on her body. "Your family already tried to destroy mine. They failed. Now I am taking what is left of the Bianchis as my revenge. Your body belongs to me tonight, whether you want it or not."
He freed his thick, hard cock and dragged the head through her folds. She was wet despite herself, her body betraying her hate. He slapped her ass again, three sharp smacks that left her skin red and throbbing.
Then he gripped her bound wrists like handles and thrust into her in one brutal stroke.
Aria screamed. The sudden stretch burned, his thick cock filling her completely. Pain and unwanted pleasure exploded through her at the same time. She struggled against the ties, tears stinging her eyes.
"No," she gasped. "Stop. I do not want this."
Dante groaned and started to move, thrusting deep and hard. "Your pussy is gripping me so tight. It wants this even if you do not."
He fucked her with savage strokes, the bench creaking beneath them. Every thrust drove the air from her lungs. The mirrors showed her everything: her flushed face, her bound arms, the way her body rocked helplessly with each powerful slam of his hips. Slaps of skin on skin filled the room. She bit her lip to hold back her moans, but broken sounds still escaped.
"I hate you," she cried between thrusts.
He reached around and pinched her clit hard, forcing sharp pleasure through her. "Then hate me while your body comes for me."
Her walls fluttered around him against her will. The unwanted orgasm built fast and cruel. Just as it crested, just as her body started to shake, the door burst open.
One of Dante's men stood there, breathing hard. "Boss. The Bianchi remnants hit the docks warehouse. They took out six of our guys. They are claiming it is payback for tonight."
Dante froze deep inside her, his body tense with sudden fury. He pulled out abruptly, leaving her empty and trembling on the bench. His cock still throbbed, slick with her arousal, but he had not finished.
He yanked up his trousers and buckled his belt with sharp, angry movements. His eyes had turned ice-cold.
Aria twisted her head to look at him, chest heaving. "You will pay for this," she said, voice shaking but fierce. "The feud between our families will only end in blood. Yours or mine. There is no other way."
Dante's jaw tightened. He stepped closer and slapped her hard across the face. The heavy ring on his finger caught her cheek, splitting the skin. Blood trickled warm down her face.
She gasped at the sting, but she did not cry out.
He leaned down, his voice low and dangerous. "You and your remnants just made a very big mistake. I was going to be gentle with you tonight. Now I will break you slowly."
Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The lock clicked into place.
Aria lay there, bound, exposed, and bleeding, her body still aching from his rough intrusion. The taste of blood filled her mouth and hate burned hotter than ever in her chest.