Page 180 of Sinful Games

I laughed, planting another kiss on her hand. “Trust me, when I’m fucking you missionary, you’ll be begging for my lips on yours.”

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing on her lips. “Oh really? You sure you remember how this all works down there?”

If she only fucking knew.

I wondered if she’d ever thought about whether I’d been with anyone else these past two years. The thought made me laugh, even with Angelo and the others pushing me to move on. Honestly, I’d rather cut off my own dick than give another woman a second of my time.

Leaning closer to her ear, I pressed her hand against my bulge. “I may have had nothing but my hand for company these last two fucking years, but my body is aching for you. I can't wait to show you how every damn inch of me knowsexactly how to make you scream,” I whispered, feeling her breath hitch as her fingers teased against me through my pants.

Just then, the limo pulled up, and she withdrew her hand as the driver knocked on the door.

“I can’t wait,” she whispered.

The exhibition was a masterpiece. Jade and Angelo really outdid themselves, decking the ballroom out with sculptures of famous women from history, each one more powerful than the last. Golden plaques told the stories of these legends—women who never knew how to back the fuck down, just like my woman.

As Caia and I walked through the museum, her earlier words echoed in my head.

Fuck, I can’t wait either.

Lazzio spotted us across the room and strutted over. He kissed Caia’s hand with the over-the-top flair only a truly fucking annoying Italian could pull off.

After that little show, he turned to me with a smirk. “Come on, let’s go.”

I kissed the top of Caia’s head. “Call me if you need anything. Everything’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

She nodded, but grabbed my jacket, her eyes piercing into mine with a mix of fear and determination. She stared for a second before yanking me in and kissing me hard.

Fuckin’ hell.

I grinned against her lips, diving right into the kiss, my hands tight on her hips and neck, feeling every damn emotionpouring out. It was fucking electric, all-consuming, until Angelo had the audacity to clear his throat.

“Be safe,” she whispered against my lips.

One last look, and she was off, pushing through the crowd toward Sofiya, who was waiting near some massive statue.

I turned to Lazzio, barely holding back a smirk. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

He chuckled as we headed toward the elevator. Inside, he pressed the button for the security floor. “Sorry about the blue balls, but don’t forget you’ve got someone else to kill. Can’t have you too lost in your ex-wife right now.”

“My wife,” I corrected, sharp and cold.

We reached the security floor and walked into a room filled with screens showing every angle of the ballroom, hallways, entrance, and even the rooftop. My eyes locked on the ballroom feed.

“Where is she?”

Angelo pointed at a screen showing a dim hallway. “She’ll be coming through there soon.”

I nodded, eyes glued to the screen.

Tonight, she’d be dead. I fucking couldn’t wait.

Angelo leaned back, folding his arms. “You and Caia are back together, huh? About damn time. I was tired of your bitching.”

I glared at him. “I didn’t bitch.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure?—”

But then I saw it.

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