Page 95 of Devil Mine

I might just be discovering that I am.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” she asks.

“Who am I? I’m hiswife,” I snap.

An arm wraps around my waist and a large hand splays inappropriately low on my belly, sending a needy pang straight to my core. Thiago pulls me snuggly against his chest, his warmth immediately seeping into my back. When I angle my head against his shoulder and look up at him, I find darkly pleased eyes burning hotly into the side of my face. His obvious smugness at my interruption does nothing to calm my anger.

“Oh.” The clear disappointment in her tone has my eyes snapping right back to hers. “Well, I was just introducing mys–”

“There’s no need to introduce yourself to my husband,” I clip. “He already knows enough people.”

Thiago’s arm tightens bruisingly around me when I finally refer to him as my husband. His cock hardens, throbbing intently against my lower back. I’m momentarily stunned by how much two words spoken from my lips can affect him.

The woman looks to Thiago for help, laughing derisively. “Well, it can’t hurt,” she says.

That’sit.

I try to step up to her, deciding that in the end she does deserve that eye clawing, but Thiago keeps me pinned firmly against him.

She takes a fearful step back anyway.

My answering smile is slow and sharp, my voice deceptively sweet. “It just might.”

Thiago’s chest moves against my back and I know he’s trying not to openly laugh.

Bastard.

“Good to meet you, Claudia, but if you’ll excuse us, I need to take my wife for a dance. Say hello to your father for me.”

Without waiting for an acknowledgment, he curls me into his body and walks us both to the middle of the dancefloor just as a new song starts. Twisting me around, he clasps my hand in his and takes my waist with the other. My skin is hot from my anger, my body temperature at least ten degrees warmer than usual.

“Our first dance,” he purrs.

“And it’ll be our last if you don’t give me some answers,” I snap, fuming. “Tell me, was it “good to meet her”, Thiago? Hmm? Did you enjoy your chat?”

His smile is deeply smug and obviously pleased. “Are you feeling possessive,amor?”

“You said we needed to look in love tonight,” I huff. “Would a real wife stand idly by and let another woman put her hands all over her husband, especially in public?”

“Is that the only reason?”

“Who the hell is she?” I snap. “That’s two women you let touch you tonight, Thiago.Two.”

The look he gives me is inscrutable. “I don’t want either of them. The only woman I want is the one that refuses to admit she’s mine.”

“Who. Is. She?” I demand.

I’m barely aware of the fact that he twirls me around the dancefloor. I’m sure there’s music playing but it doesn’t filter in through the loud ringing in my ears.

“The daughter of one of my father’s generals,” he answers. He pauses, looking above my head, then adds. “When you ran away, it was suggested to me that I take her as my wife instead. She either didn’t see our wedding announcement or she did and thought she’d try her luck anyway.

Runaway anger coils in my core and poisons me, sending acidic bile shooting straight into my throat. “You’d flip to the next page of the bride catalog that easily, huh?” I ask, bitterly. “Just another nameless, faceless woman you can put a ring on and stick your cock in?”

“‘Stick my cock in’?” he repeats throatily, eyes pinned on me. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

“Screw you.”

Somewhere I know I’m being irrational but between her and Adriana, I feel sick to my stomach. I was right not to trust him if he believes I’m that easily replaceable.

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