Page 56 of Blood & Lace
“That’s not my name,” I growled. I knew he wanted me to change my last name, but as of right now, I wasn’t a Marino.
Onyx balled up his fists. “You’re pissing me off.”
How mad would he be if I pointed out that even while angry, he was stunning? I wisely kept my mouth shut and put my phone away.
“I’m sorry, bella.”
“Then give me the phone.”
I shook my head. “You will get even more angry.”
Onyx’s perfectly shaped lips parted and then closed. He did it a few more times before he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. His French came out muffled and blunt. “Pourquoi est-ce que je m'inflige cela ? C'est un idiot.”Onyx tossed his arms up in the air staring at the ceiling as he continued to ramble in French. “Pourquoi moi ? C'est le karma ?”
While he was distracted, I slipped my phone back out and got a few more pictures. Onyx’s full outfit was something straight out of my wet dream. Honestly, anything Onyx wore pretty much had me going. The jean shorts were tight and short, showing off his thighs. At the bottom of them was pink lace that made it look even more delicate. Bows and pink roses decorated the jean fabric. His top was a pink scrunchy tube top that was molded to his figure. His cute outie belly button was on display, begging me to come and take a bite. The sleeves were puffy and hung low off his shoulders.
Mine.
“What are you doing?”
I was so wrapped up in admiring him, I’d forgotten to put my phone back away. Instead of taking a single picture, I’d gotten a video of him cursing in French while looking delectable. There was no way in hell I was letting him get his hands on this.
“Nothing.”
Onyx’s silence filled the room with a choking layer of tension. My stomach felt full as if I’d swallowed a bunch of rocks. Seconds ticked by ever so slowly. With each one, beads of sweat collected on the back of my neck. When ten seconds passed without a single word or movement, I thought he’d given up. He flew across the table in the span of an eye blink.
“Fuck.” I ran to the other side of the room, stepping on all the papers that fell.
“Lucero.”
“Yes, love of my life.”
Onyx didn’t seem to find me even a tad bit amusing. “Give me the phone.”
“I can’t.”
He crossed his arms as his pink lips dipped into a frown. “But I really want it.” Onyx batted his thick lashes my way. “I thought you lo—cared about me. You said I could have anything I want.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.Was I being a bad husband? My insides twisted with the thought of denying him anything.
“You don’t really want it, do you?” My heart rate tripled as I thought about what he’d find.
Onyx inched to the right, getting closer to me with every passing second. “So you’re done denying it?”
I licked my lips, feeling like the prey. In all my twenty-eight years, I’d never once felt like the one who got hunted. With Onyx that seemed to be the case more often than not. Every step he took to get closer to me and my phone, I took another to get away.
“Lucero, are you running from me?” Onyx twisted his hips and gave me the cutest face known to man. “Are you afraid of me?” There was a smile on his face that could only belong to someone truly dangerous.
I took another step back, spotting the exit. “No?”
“Was that a question?” Onyx’s voice dipped into the husky tone laced with his French accent.
He’s playing dirty.
My cock twitched as my insides fluttered. He knew damn well what that voice did to me. I cleared my throat and shook my head, trying to dislodge the fog of need that crept up.
“If you don’t want cake, maybe we should get back to work. We still haven’t figured out who wants me dead.”
Onyx kept slowly chasing me, not allowing the distance to grow. “They all do. We have to narrow it down to who knows the right words to say. Not to mention, my fees are high.”
