Page 84 of Brutal Devil
“Well, consider yourself fired,” I growl. “She’s a grown woman. She’ll be fine here on her own for a few hours.”
“You sure about that?”
“Of course. She’ll be locked in here with no way out. There’s nothing she can do but read her poetry books and binge-watch crime shows.”
I sound far more confident than I am. Because if I know Luna, she’s going to be dismantling the furniture into shivs by the time I get back.
Saint looks like he believes what I just said as much as I do. “If you say so.”
My nostrils flare. “I do fucking say so. Do I need to remind you who’s the boss here?”
I’m irritated as hell with my brother. Not just because of his closeness with my wife, but because of what he said to me.
“Not at all,” he says mockingly. “Have a good night sleeping on the couch,frattore mio.”
“I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
Saint doesn’t respond, just turns and walks out on me like Luna did.
Fine.
I’m in a mood, so I decide that fuck it, I’m going to go for a swim.
Luna
I glare at the closed door that my husband hasn’t bothered to try opening.
I was so angry with Priest when I got back to the bedroom that I rage-showered, annoyed with his high-handed arrogance, and took out my frustration on the shampoo bottle and the shower gel. I even considered how much damage I could dowith the razor he grudgingly allowed me to have before I had to acknowledge that the idea of causing him physical harm appalls me.
I told myself it was because I can’t stand the sight of blood, but the truth is, I like him too much, even after everything that’s happened, and I hate myself for that.
Then I dried off, put on some comfy pajama shorts and an oversized tee, and threw my wet hair into a bun, trying to make myself as unattractive as possible.
Because there’s no way I’m going to be stupid enough to have sex with him again.
First of all, we’ve had unprotected sex three times now. I’m not proud of that. I’ve never done something so reckless. But in my defense, I didn’t anticipate being kidnapped by a sexy-as-fuck Mafia don with a magical dick. And tongue. And fingers.
The door remains mockingly still and silent as I watch it, waiting for him.
There’s no lock on the inside, of course. But it opens inward, so after my shower, I moved one of the heavy nightstands in front of it. Not an easy feat, and I feel a slight twinge in my lower back that I may pay for later.
Who does he think he is, storming into the living room and demanding that I go to bed for committing the crime of enjoying a documentary with his brother? It’s not like being trapped here is my idea. It’s not like I have a choice.
I tap my fingers on my knee as I wait on the bed, sitting criss-cross applesauce, waiting for him to try to get into the room.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here like this, staring and ruminating. Because I don’t have a phone or a clock. Because I’m a prisoner down here, I remind myself. Hidden away against my will in the bowels of his casino.
I think about all this, and I allow my anger to grow and blossom like a flower.
But it doesn’t do me any good because the door is still closed, and Priest still hasn’t tried to get through it. I’ve been denied the pleasure of his fury when he realizes I’ve blocked him out. It’s not like he won’t be able to easily move the nightstand. I know that. It’s the symbolism, the rebellion. It’s me giving him a giant fuck-you.
One he isn’t going to see because he’s not coming to me tonight.
Is he that angry with me for what happened in the living room? Does he actually think I want to sleep with his brother? If so, he’s delusional. Why choose is totally not my jam, and one mobster dick is more than enough for me to contend with.
The thought of Priest’s cock sends a pulse of arousal to my clit. I know that I shouldn’t want him. But I can’t seem to help myself. We’re incendiary together. When he’s gone, I can’t stop thinking about him. When he’s here, he makes me want him so badly that I can barely stand myself. It’s like I become a whole different person with Priest.
Where did he go? Did he leave the safe house?
