Page 98 of Devil Mine

Impulsively, I thread my fingers together with his.

“You won’t be continuinganythingwith my wife. And if I ever find you alone with her again, I’ll kill you without a moment's hesitation," Thiago promises, teeth bared.

An amused smirk is the only answer that meets his furious threat. Next thing I know, he releases my hand and punches Callum in the jaw.

“Thiago!” I shout, grabbing his arm once more.

This has gone too far now.

Callum’s face snaps to the side and stays there. He doesn’t come back swinging. He chuckles humorlessly, gingerly cuffing and stroking his jaw before turning back towards us. Those gray eyes ignore me and focus solely on my irate husband.

“I’ll let that one go because you’re clearly feeling territorial over your new bride,Diablo.” His eyes narrow to murderous slits. “That same kindness will not be extended twice. Question my commitment tomywife again and I’ll find my finger twitching on the button next time I’m playing with the F42 missiles.”

“Get the fuck out of my face while I’m still playing nice,” Thiago sneers.

The standoff between them goes on for fifteen more taut seconds before Callum jerks his head, turns on his heel and starts to walk away.

He pauses at the door. I hold my breath, afraid that he’s going to come back. Instead, the corner of his lip lifts and he simply adds, “Upstairs, second door on the left.”

I have no idea what that means, but it doesn’t matter. Because then Callum disappears, leaving me alone with my husband in a foyer that isn’tnearlylarge enough to house both of our eruptive, trigger-happy tempers and all the anger we’ve amassed between us.

I back away, putting as much distance between us as possible.

Thiago turns slowly back towards me. My heart jumps into my throat when my eyes collide with his erratic, unhinged gaze. His nostrils flare in bad temper, his jaw so tense it looks painful. He works it back and forth angrily, no doubt grinding away the top layer of enamel on his teeth. His chest heaves angrily, a massive black cloud hanging over him.

“I’m not a prop, Thiago,” I snap. “You can’t just kiss me to score points in whatever pissing contest just went down between you two.”

His voice is quiet but his words are vicious and demanding when he speaks.

“Did you enjoy having his attention on you?”

He’s got to be joking. He was just upstairs entertaining his backup bride in front of me.

Furious, I brush past him, intent on storming out without a backward glance. His fingers close around my elbow and he yanks me back against his hard chest.

“I asked if you liked having thatmotherfucker’sattention on you, Tess,” he lashes out, shaking me. “Were you trying to make good on what you threatened me with just now?”

I glare at him, eyes shining with wrath.

“You deserve nothing less.”

With a teeth-baring snarl he fists my hair and yanks my head back, opening my throat up to him. His hand closes around my neck, collaring me tightly. He runs his nose up the column of my throat, inhaling gutturally.

“I can fucking smell him on you.Him,” he snaps. “Onyou.” A dangerous rumble vibrates in his chest and then he’s growling in my ear. “It’s lingering on you and changing your scent and it’s driving me fucking crazy. You should smell likeme, not him.” He bites my neck punishingly. “Were you hoping he’d fuck you just so you could prove a point to me? Or was it your plan for me to walk in and find you two together all along?” I whine when he bites my ear next, his jealousy turning him feral. “You have a cruel streak in you, Tess. I was wrong, you’re no angel.”

His mouth crushes mine, the kiss made up solely of violence and fury and territorial rage and absolutely no care or attention. Arousal and need war inside my brain and heart, but I won’t be distracted by my physical reaction to him like I was ten minutes ago.

Gripping his hand, I rip it from my throat.

“You’re a selfish, hypocritical,prick,” I seethe.

“Iam?” he questions incredulously. “You’re the one who reacted upstairs when Claudia touched me when all you needed was five minutes with the first man you ran into to turn around and do the exact same thing you accused me of.”

“I shook his hand!”

“You werealonein a dark, isolated area with him,” he shouts furiously, crowding me against the wall and forcing my head to tilt all the way back. His eyes drop to where my lips part in shock. He doesn’t stop to let it moderate his sharp tongue. “Would you have opened your legs for him next?” he demands, irate, eyes remaining fixed on my mouth. His voice drops to a cruel hiss. “Used those pretty lips to beg for him when you should have been begging for me instead?”

Howdarehe? Rage comes to a boil inside me and my hand flies.

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