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A ripple flows through her body, and I love her shuddering inhalation. “We may not love each other but we’re going to have a hell of a lot of fun together.”
The sentiment makes her nod and grin. I smile in return, satisfied that she believes me. “Especially after we get finished talking to your parents.”
My comment steals her happiness. I hate her frown.
“How’d you know I was going to my parents?”
“Because I know how your brilliant mind works. You’ve accepted our impending nuptials but under your terms and you’re going to be sure your father understands that.”
I’ve stunned her to silence with her delicious mouth gaping open. As much as I enjoy my time with her, I love even more when she’s naked and at my mercy. Of which we can only get to that state once we speak with her dad. “Come, let’s get this over with.”
I turn her toward my vehicle and lead her in that direction. After a few steps, her black heels dig into the asphalt.
“Wait. This…this isn’t necessary. I can drive myself and I can speak to them by myself.”
No time for this. I scoop her up bridal style and carry her the rest of the way. “I’ve always got your back, goddess. If you’re going to argue with your father, I’m going to be there to support you.”
She says she hates me, but I swear I see genuine admiration in her eyes as she gazes up at me. Another win and it’s only nine a.m.
“What about my car? It’s a hassle to have to bring me back.”
What the fuck? “First, nothing related to you is a hassle. Second, your bodyguard will drive it to my house because I’m going to fuck you again after we get home.”
The appreciation from earlier explodes into anger, and she starts struggling against my hold on her. It’s good to be back to normal.
A better normal.
All the while I tuck her into the passenger seat she bitches at me. The only reprieve as I hustle to my side, she gripes from the moment I hit the ignition until I park in front of Alonzo and Betsy’s house.
I turn and smile at her. “Yes dear.”
She really gets wound up when she attempts to escape but realizes she’s trapped when she yanks the handle.
“Unlock the door and stop treating me like a child.”
“I will if you stop acting like one.”
Rage shoots up her face with a red flush exploding on her smooth skin. We sit in silence for a long minute before she turns to me.
“I hate you.”
Her voice is surprisingly soft. I stroke her hot cheek. “Which makes fucking that much more fun.”
She jerks away from my touch yet remains mute. Wordless, I come around to collect her and force her to hold my hand as we stride across the cobblestone and up the steps. By the time we reach the front door, her grip tightens, and she grabs my forearm with her other hand.
I understand the message she sends. She needs me, and she knows I’m always here for her. “We’ve got this, Colby.”
A terse nod confirms she hears me. I let her lead and follow her through the foyer and kitchen to the screened in-porch where her mother sits on a small sofa with a book in one hand and glass of wine in the other.
Kind of early for booze, but it’s her life. Obviously, how she escapes from her husband’s torment.
“Hey mom.”
Betsy’s glassy eyes flit from her daughter to our entwined hands to my face. I nod, conveying my confirmation.
“Hi honey. Hi Lucian.”
“Good morning Mrs. Sala. It’s good to see you.”
