Page 36 of The Fall of Sin (The Sins of Saint 2)

Like water dousing a fire, her words ruined the moment, and I retreated, letting her go and stepping back. “No.” My answer was simple. Curt. Not up for discussion or debate.

“Why not?”

Or apparently it was.

I rubbed the back of my neck and glanced everywhere except at her. “Because I said so.”

“I’m not a child, Saint.Because I said sodoesn’t apply to me.”

“Whatever the fuck I say applies to you.”

“Why?” She placed her hands on her hips, defiance beaming from her forest eyes. “Because I’m your wife.”

“Exactly!” I spat out. “It took you awhile, but you eventually caught on, I see.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m one of your fucking employees, or a damned salesclerk who annoys you.”

“You challenging me every chance you get is what annoys me.”

“Bullshit. You love the fact that I challenge you.” Her lips parted, her eyes sparkling with a glimmer of rebellion. “It turns you on.”

I launched forward and grabbed her chin, digging my fingers into her cheeks, her lips all plump and puckered, perfect for me to devour. “It also makes my fucking blood boil.”

“I guess that makes you the devil with a hard-on.”

Air rushed through my teeth, and I bit my lower lip while my gaze slipped from her eyes to her mouth and back up. “If you were any other woman, you’d feel the hard end of my wrath.”

“You mean like the day I felt the hard edge of your belt, tied to your bed squirming like a whore because you refused to satisfy me as your wife?”

I forced her back against the wall and tipped my head to the side as I brought my face inches from hers. “I should tear this dress off you right now and make your flesh burn for disrespecting me like this.”

“Then do it,” she challenged. “Tear this dress off me and do your worst. I still won’t stop demanding my rights as your wife.”

“You never even wanted to be my wife in the first place, and now you think you can demand shit?”

She lifted her face, eyes dark and determined. “See it as a way to compensate for forcing me into this role. A way to make up for the inconvenience,” she sneered, yet her lips dripped with temptation that had me grabbing on to my last thread of control.

Fuck. This woman knew exactly how to ignite a raging inferno in the devil’s belly. And right now, the fire was burning all the way down to my aching cock.

I pressed my body hard against hers, my Italian leather shoes kissing her naked toes. All it took was one roll of my hips for her to feel how hard I was, and it earned me a subtle whimper from her parted lips. It would be so easy for me to bunch this dress up around her hips, spread her legs, and fuck her within an inch of her life. Nothing or no one would be able to stop me from making her scream while her cum gushed down my thighs. And judging by the hunger that reflected in her eyes, it was exactly the behavior she was anticipating—a savage who didn’t ask but simply took.

I turned her face away from mine and pressed my lips on the skin below her ear and whispered, “You want to play, Mrs. Russo? Well, so can I.”

A rush of air escaped her plump lips when I let go and stepped back, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I straightened my suit jacket. “You can join me at the charity ball as my wife. But you will do exactly as I say. Remain at my side at all times. Only speak when spoken to.” I drank in the sight of her. “And yes, you will be wearing that dress,” I smirked, “but nothing underneath.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Our gazes locked, neither of us willing to back down or show submission.

Maria walked into the room with two other salesclerks, all carrying a fuckton of lingerie pieces. “This is all the red items we have in this range.” She started hanging each item on a gold rail to the left.

Mila glanced from me to her. “I’ll take it all.”

Maria balked, and I narrowed my eyes, but Mila merely shrugged as she trotted across the room. “Luckily, my husband here is hellbent on pleasing his wife, so he won’t mind paying for the entire collection. Would you, dear?” The smug look on her face was nothing short of a display of victory.

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