Page 7 of Brutal Husband

“If you keep wriggling around like that, I’ll have to do something about it.”

Rieta stares at me, panting softly. “Like what?”

I slant my head closer to hers like I’m about to kiss her. “Like fuck you.”

Her lips are tantalizingly close. I stay where I am for a moment before taking a step back. I haven’t touched her except to hold her hand, but she’s sweet as a kitten as I lead her out of the private room, back downstairs, and out the front door.

“This is all the time I have,cara mia,” I lie. I want to leave her turned on and thinking about me.

I open the door of her red Lexus LC for her, but before she gets in, I turn her toward me and hold her jaw. There’s a fine line between holding someone’s face lovingly and gripping it like you’re going to spit in their mouth. I smile down at her, thinking about doing just that.

“You’re beautiful, Rieta. I look forward to seeing you again.”

“What makes you think I want to see you again?” she challenges me.

“Because the second you reach your bedroom, you’re going to slip your fingers into your panties and touch yourself while thinking about me slapping your face and calling you my pretty piece of cunt.”

Rieta’s eyes widen. “I will not.”

“After you’re done making yourself come, you’ll imagine yourself walking down the aisle toward me, dressed in white.”

Rieta glares along her perfect nose at me. “You’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.”

She’s begging for a kiss. As much as I want to taste those lips, she’ll have to see me again if she wants to know how that feels.

Still gazing into her eyes, I dip my hand into my jacket pocket while reaching for her left hand. Her thin fingers tremble in hesitation, but before she pulls out of my grip, I slide the diamond engagement ring onto her ring finger. I turn her hand this way and that, admiring how the rock sparkles on her finger.

It marks her as taken. Claimed. By me.

The ring looks…

I swallow hard.

It looks even better than I imagined.

I duck my head like I’m going to kiss her, but instead, I sink my teeth into her lower lip with a soft growl. It feels much better than a kiss. From the way she inhales sharply and trembles against me, she likes it as well.

It’s a promise. A promise to possess her very soon.

I let go and swipe her lips with my tongue. “Marry me?”

Rieta stares up at me with huge, hypnotized eyes. Her palms drift up my chest and twine around my neck, and she breathes, “You’re not the man I thought you were. You’re certainly not the man Mom described.”

“Say yes.”

Another hesitation, and then desire flashes through her eyes as she nods. My woman has a touch of daring, and I like that.

“Good girl. Are you going straight home?”

“Yes.” She seems slightly dazed as I help her into her car and watch her drive away.

I get into my Maserati and follow her. As I drive behind the red Lexus, I make a call.

Instead of saying hello, the person on the other end asks, “Well?”

“It’s done.”

“That was fast.”

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