Page 102 of My Sweetest Temptation

I stormed toward the woman. “Take me to her now,” I hissed, my patience evaporating.

“Sir, we can’t allow non-members or non-customers back there without an appointment,” she replied shakily.

I pushed past her, fury propelling me forward. “Tell me where she is.”

“Sir, please?—”

I halted and turned, forcing her to step back. “You’re going to tell me where she is, or I swear I’ll tear this place apart.”

She swallowed hard, eyes darting. Nodding frantically, she led me down a long hallway that felt like it would never end. Each step only intensified my growing anxiety. When we turned the corner, a woman stepped in front of me, arms crossed, her name tag reading “Manager,” as if that title meant shit to me.

“Get the hell out of my way,” I growled.

“Sir, I don’t know who you are, but you can’t be back here without an appointment. If you need me to get a customer for you, I can do that, but you need to wait in the waiting room,” she replied, her tone unnervingly calm.

“No, I won’t,” I shot back, stepping closer. “Get out of my way, or I’ll move you myself.”

Her eyes widened, and she stepped aside, panic flickering across her face. I stormed down the hall. Without knocking, I flung the room’s door open.

My jaw clenched, fury and something darker curling in my gut as I took in Winter laying half naked with a small towel covering her pussy. Winter belonged to me, and she shouldn’t be getting her pussy waxed, especially by a man who would be looking at her pussy like it was the flavor of the day. Winter was put in my path for a reason. Mine to look at. Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck.

My jaw tightened as I took in her appearance, fury igniting in my chest.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Winter if I wanted to. She formed an “O” with her gorgeous lips. The storm brewing inside me was ready to unleash.

And then, as if to fuel my anger further, she tried covering up, giving me an eyeful of her pussy. I stormed toward my little angel, but the technician positioned himself as a barrier.

“Sir, you need to leave now. I will call the police if you do not.” He placed a hand on my chest and Winter gasped.

I smirked.

“Nico,” she said in a pleading, warning tone. My gaze was met with her exposed skin in the presence of another man, fueling my fury.

I lunged at the technician, seizing his wrist with an iron grip. The sound of breaking bones echoed through the room, accompanied by his agonized shrieks.

“Nico! Stop it!” Winter cried, attempting to get off the table.

“Stop fucking moving!” I roared at her, and she halted in place.

I glared at the man cowering before me, his body trembling, when I heard footsteps approaching.

“Boss?” Enzo called out from the hall.

I yanked the man up by his collar, dragging him into the hall. I thrust him toward Enzo, my voice low and dangerous. “Get him out of here. I don’t want anyone setting foot in this room until I say so, you hear me?”

Enzo nodded and took the man by the arm as he pulled him away. The man let out a sob, cradling his injured wrist, but I didn’t care.

With a grunt of frustration, I slammed the door with enough force to shake the walls, my anger now directed at Winter.

I was so furious I could barely string a coherent thought together. The urge to shake Winter, to rattle some sense into her, was overwhelming.

My eyes scanned the room, landing on her clothes folded neatly across the dresser. I marched over, snatched them up, and tossed them at her. “Get dressed.”

She didn’t say a word but reluctantly complied, pulling on her clothes.

“Nico,” she said, her voice soft and almost pleading. But I was too wound up, too tightly coiled to let her soothing tone penetrate my anger. I needed to cool off before I said or did something I’d regret.

“Not now, Winter,” I snapped. “Just get in the car.”

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