Page 120 of My Sweetest Temptation

“Watch me,” he growled. “Tell him to leave, Winter, or so help me, I will end his life right now.”

“She can speak for herself,” Liam said defiantly, clearly unafraid.

Nico shoved me behind him, his body tense as he formed a barrier between me and Liam. With a snarl, Nico raised his gun, pressing the steel against Liam’s forehead. “I’ll send you to an early grave before karma gets a chance to, motherfucker.”

No!

“Liam, get out of here. Please, just go,” I pleaded, knowing Nico would carry out his threat.

Liam’s eyes hardened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t budge. But then he stepped around us and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

I whirled around to face Nico. “What the hell, Nico?!” I shouted, ready to unleash hell on him. “You can’t just barge in here and threaten my friends. That’s not okay!”

Nico’s eyes flared. “I don’t know how many fucking times I have to remind you that you belong to me!” he roared.

“I don’t belong to anyone!”

Before I could get another word out, he wrapped his arms around my waist, his grip possessive. The cold metal of the gun pressed against my cheek, and my breath caught in my throat.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, a tremor of fear creeping in despite my anger. He clicked the safety on, a mocking smirk playing on his lips as he slid the gun down my cheek, toying with me.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me when I see another man near you, let alone sharing the same space as you?” he growled.

He dragged the gun down my body until it reached my pussy. He positioned the gun at the center, applying just enough pressure to awaken my arousal. “Do you feel that?” He ran his nose against my chin. “Do you understand the power I hold over you?”

I bit my lip and shut my eyes, trying to remain composed, but his touch was like a scorching iron, burning his claim on my skin.

I suppressed a moan that was desperately seeking to be released when he teasingly trailed the cold metal of the gun along my waist.

“Damn, Angel. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His breath was hot against my cheek, causing a delightful tingling sensation. I could feel his smile as he continued his path, the gun now pressing gently against my butt.

“Shut up,” I replied, my voice slightly breathless.

His chuckle vibrated through my body.

Then, in a swift motion, the spell was broken when he tucked the weapon away and yanked me hard against his chest, his fingers gripping my neck, a mix of dominance and desperation in the sensation alone. I yelped as he pulled my hair, forcing my head back to look into his eyes. “You keep testing me,” he breathed, his voice low and dangerous, before crashing his mouth against mine.

It was not a kiss—it was an assault. He plunged his tongue deep, taking without any consideration for my needs. I gasped for air, but he didn’t relent, each kiss more savage than the last. When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned into mine, and he said, “Mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, both thrilling and terrifying me. He released me, and I staggered back, trying to collect my thoughts, my heart still racing. As he strode toward the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob, he glanced back at me, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Don’t let him back inside your apartment, Winter. Just… don’t.”

With that, he stormed out, leaving me standing there, a mess of anger, confusion, and desire.

I stormed into the warehouse, the clang of metal echoing behind me. We kept this place off the grid for a reason, and that reason was about to unfold.

In the center of the room, Michael was tethered to a metal chair. His eyes darted around maniacally as he looked for an escape. I strode forward, my gaze locked on the steel table nearby, where bloody tools lay scattered like grim trophies of Matteo’s handiwork.

Matteo, wearing a plastic apron and gloves that still bore the evidence of his torture technique, asked with a cutting tone, “How is she?”

With my jaw clenched tight, I said, “She’s fine, but some asshole neighbor raised his voice at her and walked into her apartment like he had the right.”

Luca, ever the hothead, exclaimed, “What the actual fuck?! Who was it? Did he lay a finger on her?” He fired his questions rapidly.

“No, but once we’re done here,” I said, gesturing to the scene before us, “I need you to dig into her neighbor. His name is Liam, and I want to be damn sure he isn’t any danger to her.”

Luca nodded, his expression grim. “Consider it done.”

Michael shifted nervously in his chair, his eyes wild with fear. “Y-you can’t do this...You’ll never get away with it,” he croaked.

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