Page 55 of Deadly Wrath

She’s already up, heading to the bathroom, and returns with rubbing alcohol and a washcloth. “This’ll burn. It’s either this or Paola’s overpriced face cream, and I’m not even sure what the cream does. But she says I need it. Alcohol will clean your battle wound,” she says, pulling my hand onto a pillow in her lap.

“Most of that blood isn’t mine,” I say, but she ignores me, wiping gently until the sting kicks in. My teeth clench as I breathe out through my nose.

Her curls fall forward as she blows softly on the cut. “Better?”

My brows furrow and I nod, thrown off by how gentle she’s being. I came here to help her, and now she’s cleaning my wound. She brushes her finger over the line between my brows. I grab her wrist, holding it away. Her touch messes with my head.

My eyes drop to her chest, the green satin clinging to every curve, the shorts barely covering her thighs. Fuck, green’s becoming my new favorite color.

I need to leave before I do something reckless. Something that involves her legs wrapped around me while I take out all my anger on her tempting cunt.

“You’ll leave it alone,” she says.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I snap. “He takes orders from me. And I’m the one who decides whathappens next.” I push her hand away and stand. “Maybe I’ll go find him right now, make sure he remembers exactly who he’s dealing with.”

I cross the room with my fists clenched at my sides. The thought of Alonzo touching her… fucking hurting her has me ready to fucking snap.

But Olivia steps in front of me, all five-something feet of fury. “Let it go, Alessio. I don’t need you making this worse.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stand still and not break something. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve already had that piece of shit sent away for a few days. I also don’t tell her I’ll be waiting for him at the airport, and he’s not walking away this time.

I shove past her, but that’s a bad move. Olivia launches onto my back like a damn monkey. “What the hell are you doing?” I snarl, trying to shake her off. “Let go, Olivia.”

“Not until you listen!” Her arms are locked around my neck, her legs tighten around my waist, and her ankles hook together.

Her breath is hot on my neck, and it would be easy to break her grip or slam her into the wall. It’s what I would do if she were anyone else, but she isn’t.

I manage to get enough leverage to slide her off my back, holding her tight in front of me, with her legs still wrapped around my waist. Now we’re face to face, and the heat between us is burning through every line I’ve been trying to keep in place.

“I don’t go easy on people who defy me, Liv,” I grit out.

“Then punish me,” she whispers.

I’d love nothing more than to punish you, bend you over my lap, and spank the fuck out of that ass,but I don’t tell her that.

Instead, I kiss her hard and try pulling her even closer to me. She moans into my mouth, and it’s like I’m losing all the anger but not the control.

I shove her against the wall, my hands sliding under her top, feeling her skin tremble under my fingers, knowing damn well she’s as caught in this as I am.

Her lips trail down to my jaw, then my neck, each kiss pulling me deeper into this madness. Her tongue does this little swirl thing that shoots straight to my dick.

Then she pauses, looking me dead in the eye. “But I swear to God, Alessio, if you leave me hanging again, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

“Kill me in my sleep?” I let out a dark chuckle, setting her down on her feet.

“You should be fucking terrified of me,” I snap, but she doesn’t even blink.

Her lips curl into a playful grin, and her small hands curl around my forearm, sliding down to my wrist, and slip under her tiny shorts. “Does this feel like I’m afraid?”

My fingers slide between her lips, and that’s all it takes. The second I feel how wet she is, my brain short-circuits—suddenly, I can’t remember why I was mad. My cock’s rock hard, straining against my pants.

“Now,” Liv whispers, her fingers brushing lightly down my forearm. “Be a good boy and fuck me.”

No fucking panties… again. “You didn’t wear any?” I growl, barely keeping my cool.

She blushes, biting her lip, and it only makes me harder. “You ripped the only pair that’s been delivered.”

I’m not sorry.

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