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She doesn’t see that she is so much more than just being his wife or a target for his enemies, and that fucking annoys me.
She rolls her eyes. “Isn’t that what all this is about? You took me because of him, right?”
I run a hand through my hair and turn away from her, walking to the small table in the room where I keep a selection of the finest wines and alcohol on this side of the country. What can I say? I choose my poison with style. I pour a glass of the half-empty bottle of whiskey and gulp it down quietly. I hear her groan from behind me, but I don’t turn around to look at her or offer her a drink.
“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. I guess we’ll never know.” I hear her breath hitch as it dawns on her that I’m repeating the words she said to me in the park. “I’m suddenly feeling hot. Aren’t you?”
“What?”
I don’t reply. Instead, I down my glass and drop it on the table and begin to take off my shirt with my back to her.
I had just been about to shower when she was brought in; I wanted to ask her some questions about her husband, but she clearly isn’t ready to talk.
Plus, looking at her all day since she walked in has done nothing but mess with my mind. All I want to do is talk to the damn woman, but I can’t stop imagining what it would feel like to wrap my hands around her, to rip her clothes off and remind my dick what it feels like to sink inside a woman. I wantmy fingers between her legs, hearing her moans in my ear as I plunge so deep that nothing is left of my dick outside.
God, I want to bend her over and twist that idiotic, beautiful hair around my fist while she screams for me, forcing her to say my name—only my name—until she forgets how to say anything else.
Jesus fucking Christ. If she weren’t here right now, I’d finish myself off.
Wait a minute.
What’s stopping me?
I already have my shirt off, so it doesn’t take much for me to reach for my belt and zipper and remove them. She can wait in here while I do my business. It’s not like she has anywhere better to be. I push my pants down, leaving behind my briefs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, her tone almost angry.
“About to hop into the shower, clearly.”
“Then why did you bring me in here? I’m not going to sleep with you if that’s part of your twisted plans.”
“Oh, come on now. Who says anything about sleeping with me? I was just suddenly craving some steam. You’re welcome to join if you like.”
When I turn back to her, she doesn’t look directly at my face like she was before. Her eyes are glued to my chest, to the inked tattoos covering the length of my body. I notice the way she swallows when her eyes travel lower, finally landing on my cock. Her eyes widen as she realizes how hard I am. Yes, this woman has that power over me.
Since the moment I saw her that night and caught a whiff of her scent, she has been imprinted on my mind and my fucking soul. I tell myself she’s just a means to an end, but the truth I’ve been unwilling to admit is that she is making me feel things Ihadn’t expected—want things. And by God, I plan to take those things.
“You can stop ogling me now, Vittoria,” I say, moving in front of her.
She sneers, dragging her face away from my chest to the side of the room. “I wasn’t ogling you.”
I take off my briefs, standing naked before her.
“Please don’t do this. Put your clothes back on right now. I have a husband.”
I step closer and raise my voice an octave. “This is my house. I can do what I want, whenever I want. If I want to stand naked all day and parade around with my balls and cock on display, that’s my business.”
She laughs and takes a step back. “God, you act like such a child. Is this how desperate you get to make women sleep with you? Pathetic.”
I don’t know if her condescending words are a trigger, but my dick twitches in response, and we both catch sight of it. I smile when I see her reaction, but she pretends to look everywhere else but at me.
My skin prickles with goosebumps at the thought of her hands on me, heat rushing up my spine and making my dick twitch again. After a longer moment of our eyes clashing, she swallows and begins backing toward the door.
“I should give you some privacy…”
Her voice is weak. Like she’s trying to convince herself more than me.
But her eyes betray her.
