Mistress to a Monster Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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She hated him.

Cooking was a nice distraction from her current situation. From the moment she’d been taken, she had expected the worst. For him to rape her, to hurt her. He’d hurt her, not by his own hands, but by those that served him.

“Then I agree,” she said. She had no intention of begging him for sex.

They were enemies. Sex would never happen between them. He would beg her before she ever allowed that to happen.

Damon smiled. “I look forward to it.”

She got to her feet, reaching for the dishes.

“I have staff who do that. Go and get washed. You owe me tonight.”

She clenched her hands into fists. His staff wouldn’t be happy with her being in the kitchen. She wasn’t going to overstay her welcome. The chef looked ready to kill her with his butcher’s knife. She wasn’t a fool.

The people here were her enemy. Even Glory. She didn’t know why the young maid had offered to stay with her, or why she’d seemed friendly.

She wasn’t going to let her guard down.

This house and all the property around was her battleground. She had to do whatever it took to make it out alive.

One day, she would live as a Flynn, and the Russo name would be a thing of the past.

****

Damon waited for Milah to arrive. Glory had already given him an update on today’s progress. There was nothing to report.

This was a new friendship between the two.

He doubted Milah would trust the young maid for some time. She might share little trivial things, but for the most part, she’d be guarded, as anyone would in her situation. He couldn’t blame her.

Damon sat down on the edge of the bed. Genius hadn’t gotten back in touch, and with the snow falling, there was nothing more he could do.

He had his men on the outside dealing with all the necessary details when it came to Antonio Russo. The man’s very name was enough to make his skin crawl. Damon despised him.

From all angles, he was squeezing him for everything. The ports were already taken, along with the brothels.

He’d pushed the cartels away from Russo, as well as the MCs that were on his side. It was amazing how a change of thinking and perspective could make people change their reasoning. They had all become part of De Luca.

His father had taught him that loyalty was the most valuable asset, as well as fear. People tried to tame what they feared, or they hid from it.

Damon had built a reputation for being the monster in the De Luca empire, and they all should fear him.

There was a small knock on the door, and he called for Milah to enter. There was only one person who would knock so … hesitantly.

Milah opened the door and stepped inside.

“Close it,” he said.

She turned her back to him and closed the door. He saw her hand rest on the wood. Did he make her nervous? He hoped so.

She wore a pair of flannel pajamas he’d supplied. They gave her plenty of modesty. He doubted she would have felt comfortable coming to him in a silk and lace negligee, or an old nightshirt that she’d worn when she was sick.

“How are you?” he asked.

Milah looked at him with a frown. “Fine. You?”

He smiled. “Do you not think that our time together could go by a lot easier if we’re pleasant with each other?”

“Cut the crap, De Luca. You are not fooling me, and I doubt you’d fool any of your staff. You can’t stand me.”

“I don’t know you.”

“You don’t care to know me,” she said. “All you see is a Russo. Everyone does.”

He folded his arms and looked at her.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, and he saw the slight tensing of her jaw. She didn’t like how people saw her.

Why?

She’d been a Russo all her life. Power and privilege had come to her without any effort.

“And you don’t think we can make the most of it.”

“What do you want from me?”

“How about the pleasure of your company?”

“You hurt my father in such a way that you got me out of a business deal. We’re never going to marry. You hold all the cards right now. You can do with me what you wish. I have no power, and yet, you’re … being nice.”

“Would you like me to be mean?” he asked, getting to his feet and advancing toward her.

Milah tried to stay strong and firm, but with him as her adversary, it was next to impossible. She finally stumbled back, trying to create some distance between them.

He liked that.

The wall stopped her from getting far, and he pressed his hands on either side of her head. She didn’t look afraid, but she assessed him, waiting for him to attack. She was going on the defensive, which he found intriguing.


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