Dangerous Temptation (Dark Dream Duet #1)(17)

“Don’t dishonor his memory by even suggesting that,” I spat, wrenching out of his hold even though it burned my skin like a match to paper. “You’ll never replace him.”

“I wouldn’t want to,” he promised, as if my father had been a scumbag and not one of the best men this country had ever seen. “The only thing I want, Bianca, is the pretty sound of the words, ‘yes, sir’ from your lips every time I give you an order. Maybe you don’t understand this, but—” He bent even closer, his breath hot on my face. I could count the thick, long lashes curling up over those eerie eyes. “I effectively own you now. And I intend to enjoy it.”

A growl worked through my throat, an unconscious expression of the rage curdling my blood. My hand rose without thought and whipped against Tiernan’s unmarred cheek. The connection sent painful sparks shooting through my palm, but I didn’t regret it.

At least, until Tiernan righted his head and pinned me with those amphibian eyes filled with cold disapproval.

“I’ll give you that because your mother just passed away and you’re young and obviously overwrought. But if you ever raise a hand to me again, I’ll have you over my knee so fast your head will spin.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” I hissed, moving so close, the toes of my shoes pushed against his loafers.

“Care to find out right now? I’ll bend you over a fucking tombstone and spank you until you cry pretty tears.”

“I hate you,” I told him through my swollen throat. There were tears in my eyes but I couldn’t tell if they were from rage or sorrow. “You’re a monster.”

His laugh clanged like crashing symbols. “A monster who is your new daddy. Now, get in the car.”

“Fuck you.” I’d never been a fan of curse words, but there was something about Tiernan that provoked me to swear like a sailor. They were the only words that came close enough to expressing the seething mass of toxic emotions he concocted in my heart.

He chuckled under his breath as I turned on my heel and stormed toward the lone car waiting on the road off to the left of the gravesite. I paused before the hole in the earth harboring my mother’s casket, sadness seeping through the cracks in my fury.

“Bye, Mom,” I whispered brokenly, raising my shaking fingers to my lips as if I could drop a kiss right into the ground to rest with her forevermore.

“Here.”

I almost didn’t turn around, but something soft bumped my elbow. When I looked down, Tiernan was holding out a bloodred rose to me, obviously plucked from the arrangement beside the large photo of her.

Deja vu hit me so hard my mind reeled. I wondered hatefully if Aida would have died if I’d refused to take that first rose from him even though I knew that wasn’t true. She’d had a brain aneurism that burst in her sleep. She’d been there one moment and gone the next.

It wasn’t his fault as much as I wanted it to be.

I took the rose, surprised when thorns didn’t prick my skin. Still, I felt the phantom pain in my hand, echoed tenfold in my soul. I raised the bloom to my mouth, kissed the fragrant, furled center and then dropped it into the gaping earth to lie on top of my mom.

“I’ll love you always,” I promised her, ignoring the hot brand of Tiernan’s eyes on me as a tear dropped from my cheek into the chasm.

Without acknowledging my new guardian, I moved on toward the limo lingering at the curb, shaking my head at the ostentatiousness of it. It was only when I curled my hand around the handle to open the door that Tiernan stopped me, his hand clamping down on my own, his torso pressed lightly to my back with his breath in my ear.

“Say goodbye to your insignificant life, Bianca,” he whispered with a dark sense of finality. “And welcome to my cruel world.”





Dangerous Temptation





Chapter One





Bianca

Bishop’s Landing was the most expensive stretch of real estate in the United States. Half of it was owned by the Constantine family, who defined the meaning of American royalty, and the other half was owned by their rivals, the Morellis. I knew considerably more about the former family, but I’d heard enough rumors about the latter to be wary of them. I hoped I didn’t have cause to run into any of the dark-haired, dark-eyed demon children of Sarah and Bryant Morelli.

I’d had enough drama in my lifetime, thank you very much.

A long time ago, immediately after Dad passed away, I used to dream of Caroline Constantine or Dad’s eldest son, Winston, coming to find us. I dreamt they would take pity on our circumstances and offer to take Brando and I back with them to Bishop’s Landing. I convinced myself that Dad would have planned for his passing, that it was only a matter of time before they arrived to save us from destitution.

They never did, of course.

It was just the dream of a silly, heartbroken girl. But Bishop’s Landing had always been a place of hope and dreams for me.

Of course, Bishop’s Landing was where Tiernan took us.

I squirmed in my seat as I stared out the window at the passing homes, colossal monstrosities all of them, some peeking out past epic gates and high shrubbery and others in open view of the road, proudly bared in all their wealthy glory.

I felt like I was trespassing just looking at the houses, as if the cops would pull us over any moment and demand I go back to where I came from.