Page 58 of Snake's Head

“I was just hoping you didn’t do this because you were jealous of Bianca.”

“I am not jealous,” she said sternly.

“You are.” I patted her back. “But you don’t need to be. I am really not her type.”

Luce looked annoyed but didn’t pull herself away from me. “You are not my type either, but that doesn’t stop me.”

“It is not like that,” I laughed. “Bianca’s type is more like… Verona.”

Luce’s eyes widened. “Really?”

I nodded. “Really.”

“So there is nothing between you two even though she pierced your dick?”

“Absolutely not.” I liked Luce’s jealousy, but I really didn’t want her to hate my best friend for no reason. “And for the piercing, she hated doing it more than anyone.”

“That’s good.”

“You don’t regret what we did after knowing this, right?” I never felt insecure in my life, but not knowing how Luce felt really messed with my head.

She shook her head. “We are too good at this together to regret anything.” Her words were good enough to make me grin and hug her closer, but she actually looked sad. She said those words like it was a bad thing. I didn’t know if it was me or the sex or something else. I wished it was something else.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she nodded and ripped her away from my hold, standing up. Quickly she pulled her skirts down. “I am going back to my room.”

“Okay. Want me to run a bath for you?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Want something to eat or drink? I can prepare something.”

She shook her head and started walking towards the stairs. “No need. I am just going to sleep. Good night.” Then the sound of a closing door filled the apartment.

I just sat there feeling empty. Those were the questions I usually asked all my sexual partners, and every time, their answers were the same as Luce's. I never minded their rejection, but I minded Luce’s.

I hated how all she wanted from me was the same as all the others. I hated how I was ready to silence the words in my head for her, but she didn’t deserve it.

So let them back. I let his voice tell me how this was the best kind of marriage. I let him tell me a man would want nothing more as long as he had a good pussy. Love was for losers, and I was never going to be a loser.

Chapter 21

Luciana

“I hate this!” I yelled, struggling with breathing.

Valerio laughed and winked at me. “At this point, you must know your hate only makes me hard, Kitty.”

“Good,” I said sincerely. I had no energy to give him a death glare or anything. “Maybe that will slow you down.”

He kept jogging beside me, looking like it was the easiest thing. “I always slow down for you, Luce, just like I go faster when you demand it.”

My answer was a wheezing breath. I was truly using the last of my power. I was not meant for physical activity.

“Oh, sorry, not demanded. Begged,” Valerio teased me. It had almost been a month since we got married, but he was still infuriating. There was absolutely no change in his act whatsoever.

“I don’t beg.”

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