Page 103 of My Sweetest Temptation

She didn’t argue.

I swung the door open and followed her out of the room, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and guilt.

When we reached the front office, it was eerily quiet. I stepped outside, the crisp air hitting my face, and spotted Miguel. “Go with Enzo and take Tabi back to my place. I’ll handle Winter,” I ordered.

He nodded, but Winter’s gaze drifted to Tabi, who shot her a look of regret. Tabi reached out, squeezing Winter’s hand gently, and the sight made my insides churn. I was ruining her day.

I opened the door for Winter, and she slipped inside, fastening her seatbelt. I unbuttoned my suit jacket, feeling stifled by it, and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Stealing a glance at her, I noticed she was staring out the window, her posture turned away from me as if that could save her from me.

With a deep breath, I turned the ignition, the engine rumbling to life, and pulled out onto the road.

The ride was spent in an almost suffocating silence. The only sounds breaking through the quiet were the steady hum of the engine and the soft rustle of leaves outside as we made our way home.

As soon as we pulled through my gate, I cut the engine. Winter didn’t waste a moment; she flung the door open, slamming it as she stormed away.

“Damnit,” I muttered under my breath.

I strode after her. “Winter, where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Getting an Uber home!” she shouted back.

Did she really think she could just escape me?

I quickened my pace. Once I reached her, I had her by the wrist, tugging her through the lawn to the front door. I pulled her toward my bedroom room. She stumbled, her protests falling on deaf ears.

“Nico, stop it!” When we reached the door, I kicked it open with a pissed off Winter in my arms. I pushed her onto the bed, my hands tightening around her arms. My anger and jealousy spilled over like the whiskey I abandoned during the meeting.

Winter glared up at me, her face flushed, but she remained silent, her breath coming in short gasps.

Welcome to the club, baby. I’m pissed off too.

“You want to play games, Winter? Let’s play.” My voice was low and dangerous, and my eyes narrowed as I loomed over her.

“No one”—I gestured to her clothing, my voice shaking with rage—“will ever see your pussy but me.” Winter swallowed, her eyes flicking up to meet mine.

I stepped closer, my legs brushing the edge of the bed. “What the fuck were you thinking letting another man...” I trailed off. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to rein in the tornado that was building within me. “You belong to me, and no one, and I mean no one sees you like this.” The jealousy clawed at me, fierce and relentless like a rabid beast. I could fucking taste it I was so obsessed.

“Why are you so angry?” Winter shot back. “I wasn’t even going to go through with it when I realized it was a man.”

My hand shot forward, cupping her pussy, making her flinch.

“This pussy,” I growled, “is mine. I will decide what to do with it. You keep forgetting that every inch of your body belongs to me now. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you can stop pissing me the fuck off.”

Winter’s gaze hardened. “Do you hear yourself? You can’t control what I do. And you didn’t have to hurt him. He was an innocent man just doing his job.”

My jaw tightened. I climbed onto the bed, caging her in with my body, forcing her to lay back, planting my hands on either side of her head. “Everyone answers to me. And you, my little angel, are no exception.”

Winter’s breath quickened as the power dynamic between us became apparent. We were at an impasse, and the anger radiating off both of us could set off like a bomb at any moment.

A knock at the door shattered the tense silence, granting Winter an opportunity to wriggle free from my grasp. I growled in frustration, more at myself than at her. “God dammit, Winter, stop fighting me. Just fucking relax.”

The persistent knocking continued. “Fuck off!” I bellowed.

The knocking stopped and footsteps outside retreated, but the damage was done. Winter had taken advantage of the distraction. Her hips jerked up, and she almost kicked me in the junk.

Without thinking, my body acted on its own accord. My hips grinded against hers, and my length pressed into her stomach. Winter froze, her eyes widening. “Wh-what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

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