Page 18 of Say I Do

“Correction,” I interrupted. “I hate your ass. You’re a piece of shit that wouldn’t be able to lead without dear old daddy pulling the strings.”

The look that crossed Benito’s face was gone before I could fully decipher it, but it had been there all the same. I sat up instantly, feeling like I’d crossed some line that I hadn’t been aware of.

“Take the bed.” Benito turned on his heels and headed for the door.

I was out of bed in seconds, chasing after him.What am I doing?Before I could answer my own question, my hand wrapped around his wrist and halted him from leaving. The glare Benito fixed me with sent a trickle of fear down my spine and wrapped around my cock.

A groan slipped from between my lips before I could stop it. My hold on his wrist tightened instead of doing the smart thing and releasing him.

“Take your hands off me.”

“Or what? You’re going to spank me again?” I challenged.

The air between us thickened with tension heating me further. It was pure insanity how we went from blood lust to unfiltered desire. Just as quickly as it flipped, it could flip right back. Benito and I could be trading blows in the blink of an eye.

“Get in the bed,” I demanded.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. The pain hardly registered as I glared back at Benito. He wasn’t going to move on his own. It only pissed me off more. I had no fucking clue why I was adamant about him sleeping in the same bed, but I wouldn’t budge on it.

“Scared?”

Benito looked unfazed as he took me in. “Of what?”

I never wanted to kill someone so badly. A few skillfully placed cuts, and Benito would crumble to the floor. He’d bleed out before someone could so much as think of helping him.

“Leave my room. I’ll have your things placed back in the guest room.”

Benito’s words tore me from my daydream. I sighed. It was a great one. Benito’s blood pooled on the floor, his body twitching with the remaining fragments of life.

Can’t kill my husband.There were too many fucking rules for this marriage I didn’t agree to. Not killing Benito was the biggest one.

He stepped to the side, and I moved before either of us knew what was happening. I grabbed hold of Benito, much like he had done to me earlier in the day. Instead of putting him over my lap, I twisted him around and slammed him down to the bed. I followed right behind him, using my body and gravity to help pin him down.

I straddled Benito’s waist, my hands wrapped tightly around his wrists.

“See, not that hard.” I smiled down at a shocked Benito. Shit, it felt good to get one over on him.

There was no way in hell I would be able to hold him for much longer. Benito was stronger than me. He proved that earlier, but I’d shown him what I lacked in strength, I made up for with skill. I moved both of his wrists to one hand and leaned in closer. My hair cascaded around us, and the ends brushed against the side of Benito’s face.

It should be illegal to be so fucking handsome. The law of nature fucked up. Benito was a piece of shit, and he should look like one too. His cheekbones were naturally cut, and his jaw was peppered with the right amount of facial hair. It wasn’t too much that he needed to shave and not too short that he looked younger than he was. The harsh lines in the corner of his eyes were evidence of how much he frowned. It should have worked against him, but to me, it only made him that much more handsome.

His thick brows dipped. If I didn’t do something soon, Benito would retaliate for my little stunt. A rush hit me, and I was tempted to just wait it out. To see just how far I could push the head of the Vitale family.

I brought my hand down. My palm smacked against Benito’s cheek a few times. Not enough to qualify it as a slap, but enough to sting.

The shock on Benito’s face morphed into anger and then went blank. “You have a death wish.”

Bubbles formed in the pit of my stomach. My fingers flexed around Benito’s wrists as I fought back the involuntary squirm his hard gaze invoked in me.

“I have a lot of wishes.” I leaned even closer, testing the devil to his limits. “You going to grant all of them for me?” I added a few more smacks for good measure. The last one was harder than the others. The sound of my hand connecting with Benito’s face echoed around the room.

Fuck.

I knew it was coming, but I hadn’t been prepared. In a matter of seconds, Benito flipped us over. His hand went around my neck, applying pressure that sent electric shocks straight to my dick. I hooked my legs around his waist on instinct. It was a shame he was fully dressed.

It wasn’t exactly the greatest moment for my whore instincts to kick in. My cock went from semi-hard to full straining against the tight fabric of my panties. This wasn’t exactly what I’d planned when I moved my shit into Benito’s room. I wanted to get under his skin and piss him off. I was getting far more than I bargained for.

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