Page 109 of Married with Mayhem

“I know. We’re both leaving tomorrow.”

He flinches and then shakes his head. “No, honey. I need you to stay here.”

If this is a joke, it’s a very bad joke. “I don’t understand. You don’t want me to come back to New York with you?”

He swallows and our eyes meet. There’s a pleading look in his gaze that I don’t like.

“Of course I want you to come with me. But I can’t go back to New York yet. I need you to wait here.”

“Monte, what are you talking about? Where are you going?”

“I need to pay a visit to someone.”

“Who? Where?” A horrifying thought races through my mind. “Are you going to see another girl?”

“Fuck no,” he growls and roughly pulls me close to his hard body. “You’re the only one. You hear me?There’s only you, Sabrina.”

That is a relief. But I’m still confused.

“How long will you be gone?” I ask.

He shuts his eyes briefly. “I don’t know. Not more than a couple of days, I hope.”

“You hope? You don’t know?”

“No, I don’t know. I’ll get back here to you as soon as I can. Then we can go home.”

“Monte, what is this? Is it business?”

I can’t say what I really mean.‘Is it the mafia?’That’s just not a question you can ask out loud.

He hesitates, then shakes his head. “No, it’s personal.”

“Then take me with you.”

“I can’t, baby.” He kisses my forehead. “Please understand.”

“Understandwhat? You aren’t telling me anything important.”

“Just wait here for me, Brina.”

I’m ready for another round of objections but he cuts them off with his mouth. His kiss is frantic and feverish.

The horde of questions tumbling through my mind are now rapidly disintegrating. Monte lifts me up. I throw my arms around his neck. My legs lock around his waist.

I love when he does this, boldly asserts his dominance and takes me along for the ride. I’ll go anywhere with him, no matter the stakes. Doesn’t he know that? Being left behind would crush me.

We move right past Anni and Luca. They don’t say a word. Just as well. We’re too into each other to extend any manners.

Monte carries me to our room. The light is already on and I’m glad. He barely gets the door closed before I’m impatiently opening his pants. The jersey material of my lightweight dress is stretchy, but not stretchy enough to avoid ripping when Monte rolls it down my arms and over my breasts. I’m not bothered. Hearing the material tear is exciting. If I care enough to fix it then I will.

My shoes are already off. I’m kissing my way down his chest. He seizes my arms to pull me up. He’s rough when he removes my bra. I’m equally rough when I shove his jeans down. His fist curls around my long hair and pulls, just enough to tilt my head back and give him access to my lips.

“I need you inside me,” I gasp against his mouth.

The scorching look he throws back in return guarantees he’ll meet the challenge.

I’m pushed to the bed, landing on my back. He rapidly crawls over me and claws my panties off like they’ve offended him somehow.

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