Page 14 of Sinful Wrath

“And that condition was to see your dick shriveled up to the size of a cocktail sausage?”

“It’s still bigger than yours, even if it is currently shriveled,” I retort. “No, she wanted me to complete a bucket list with her and if I refused, she would tell Massimo I was being difficult.”

“That’s actually genius.” Anton looks at me sideways. “Well, at least you know your marriage won’t be boring.”

“Trust me. After this little stunt, there’s not going to be a wedding.”

“How so?”

“All she wants is to party and have fun, so I’m going to do everything in my power to make her life as miserable and mundane as possible. She thinks Massimo is controlling? She’s in for a rude awakening. By the time I’m finished with her, she’ll be begging her daddy to free her from this deal.”

Anton only huffs a laugh.

“Good luck with that. You underestimate Lucia. Nothing is going to make her want to give up her trust fund that easily.”

“We’ll see…”

Anton drops me back at my townhouse in the heart of Manhattan’s financial district. After Alexei made me CEO of our family’s distribution company, I bought the property to be close to the office.

It was a lavish investment, considering it’s just me that lives here.

There are more than enough bedrooms for my entire family to stay, including my three nieces and nephews.

A small smile tugs at my lips at the thought of my growing family.

I make a mental note to drop by Dimitri and Zara’s place soon to check in on the newest additions.

I close the front door behind me and glance around at the empty foyer.

It’s quiet, just how I like it.

When it comes to my work life, I love nothing more than being in the center of all the noise and the action. It keeps me motivated. I thrive on the fast-paced lifestyle it offers me.

But my personal life is a different story. The rare evenings that I get to spend at home rather than the office, I usually kick back on the couch with a drink and ESPN.

Deciding that drink can wait a little longer, I head up to the second floor and into my private bathroom.

Though my body is no longer shivering with cold, I turn the shower onto the steam setting, eager to wash off the evening.

I let the scalding hot water cascade over my tense muscles and close my eyes, trying to not picture Lucia’s luscious body as I do so.

She might be a spoiled brat and a party girl, but she’s also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And she knows it too.

Her smooth, tanned skin is begging to be explored, and the way her brown eyes turn molten with desire has me gripping the base of my cock.

I silently curse myself for letting her feel just how turned on she made me. I put all my cards straight into her hand, and I’m not going to make that mistake again.

If I’m going to make Lucia Conti back out of this deal, then I’m going to have to be the one with all the control, not her.

And fuck if that thought doesn’t make me almost spill all over my hand.

Grunting, I drop my hand from around my cock and turn off the shower, ignoring the dull throb my denial has left me with as I wrap a towel around my waist and stalk back into my bedroom to get dressed.

I pull on some workout shorts and a black T-shirt and head back down the stairs, desperate for the drink I passed when I got home.

It seems the lack of alcohol does nothing to keep my mind clear. If anything, alcohol would have helped the situation. Because then I would have had an excuse as to why I was naked and stranded on a beach.

Lesson fucking learned.

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