With This Ring (To Have And To Hold Duet #1) Read Online Natasha Knight

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: To Have And To Hold Duet Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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I take a moment to look him over. I can’t help it. His hair is ruffled from wind, the tip of his nose red with cold, and the scent of whiskey lingers on the wind that blows in with him.

His eyes land on me and stay there even as Cerberus rushes to him.

“Where is your jacket?” Lenore asks him, going to close the door. The temperature was nice during the day in the sun, but it’s cooled off a lot since.

Cristiano shifts his gaze to the cookbook on the table. Even though I’m standing, I’m still holding a page open. It’s the one with the recipe for the Crème Caramel Lenore made. I had a taste, and it was amazing.

He finally turns to Lenore, giving me space to breathe again.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

I decide that’s a good moment to slip away and take a step to the door.

“Scarlett.” The way he says my name is nothing short of a command.

I stop but I don’t turn back.

“Sit.”

Lenore clears her throat and I hear her rustling around behind me.

“I said sit,” Cristiano repeats when I don’t move. “Get her a plate.”

I turn around, not sure who he was instructing, but see Lenore set the Crème Caramel at the center of the table before producing two espresso cups, two dishes, and finally the pot.

“I’ll take it from here,” Cristiano says, and Lenore nods, unties her apron.

“Alec, you’re dismissed too.”

They exit the kitchen together, leaving us alone in the dimly lit room. Cristiano takes a few moments to pet Cerberus, giving him all his attention. It’s strange to see him when he does it. How warm and relaxed his expression becomes.

Once he’s finished, he tells Cerberus to go to his bed in the opposite corner of the kitchen. He then returns all his attention to me, eyes sharp as daggers on me.

I clear my throat and avert my gaze slightly, very aware of how hard my heart is beating.

“Dress fit okay?”

I nod, bite my lip.

“You have anything to say?”

Get it over with. Maybe he’ll forget the part about kneeling. “I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“Which was?”

“I shouldn’t have accused you of…taking advantage of me.”

“Of taking something you don’t give,” I say the words slowly. They’ve repeated in my mind all day.

“I’m sorry I—”

“Here. Say them here.” He points to the floor beside him.

I draw a deep breath in, then out and in again. I’m not going to be able to do it. I just can’t. Maybe it’s that I know it’s not Noah he’ll punish but me, but I can’t.

“Are you serious?” I ask him.

“As a gunshot to the head.”

“That’s in poor taste, don’t you think?”

“I told you what I’d expect of you. You’ve had the whole day to come to terms with the fact.”

“You want me to kneel. You want to see me degrade myself.”

“Degrade is a big word but yes, I want you to kneel. I want to know that you understand your mistake. Your insult.”

I’m on the verge of tears, I feel it, and I can’t tell if they’re angry tears or sad tears or I’m fucked and I’m going to have to kneel to this man tears, but they’re just a few blinks away.

I push the chair back loudly and stand gripping the edge of the table for strength.

“I’ve told you I’m sorry and I mean it. I shouldn’t have said it. But I won’t kneel, Cristiano. I’ll take whatever punishment you want to dish out, but I won’t kneel. I swore it to myself with Marcus. With my brothers. And I won’t kneel for you. Not of my own free will.”

My heart is beating so fast I swear it’s going to leap out of my chest. When he pushes his chair back and stands, instinct tells me to make a run for it even while reason tells me what a mistake that will be.

I whirl to run but he’s on me before I’ve even reached the door. He’s fast. So fast. And so much stronger than me. He spins me around, big hand in the middle of my chest pushing me against the wall.

I shove him, but he takes my wrists and drags them behind my back. With one hand he grips my wrists and winding the other one into my hair, he makes a fist of it, forcing my head back painfully.

“You won’t kneel of your own free will? But that’s what I want, Little Kitten,” he says, words furious and menacing and spoken with precision. With control. He leans in close trapping me.

Danger. This man is dangerous.

“You’re hurting me. Really hurting me.”

“You think this hurts? How about this?” He squeezes the fist in my hair.

I cry out.

“Let me tell you about hurt. Let me tell you what happens to a woman who is made to watch her family forced to their knees before her eyes.” As he says it, he forces me down, crouching with me as my knees hit cold, uneven tile.


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