Siena's rebellious gaze moved to him.
Ricci twisted her right wrist then, the intent to hurt, his grip strong and painful. He watched her eyes and saw she was in pain, but God help her if she winced in front of him; showed any weakness.
Her hard gaze pierced his and he increased the pain quotient, twisting her wrist some more. Siena closed and opened her eyes. And then she let out a low hiss of pain. Ricci released his grip then. He studied her right wrist as his thumb slid over the faintly visible veins.
"I like this wrist," he said quietly."Don't make me break it."
And his gaze dropped to her. It slid over the off-shoulder sleeve of the blouse. The right one had slid lower below the upper arm where it should be and God knows what Ricci had seen of part of her breast so close to her
