Page 19 of Say I Do

Benito glanced down at my bare legs as if he could not stop himself. He stared unashamedly at the lacy pair of panties.

“Like what you see?”

“No.” He answered entirely too quickly. His hand tightened around my throat. A delightful sensation settled over me. I moved my hand toward the pillow but thought better of it. I reached up for him instead. Benito slapped my hand away as he glared down at me.

“You’re a replacement, a fucking stand-in. Learn your damn place and get your ass to the guest room.” He squeezed his fingers and dug into my flesh, no doubt leaving behind bruises. My cock twitched, aching for me to touch it to relieve some of the pressure bearing down on it.

The corners of my vision started darkening the longer I went without air. My fingertips tingled.

“Nod,” Benito demanded.

I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t have a drop of air left. All I could muster was a squeak before that, too, was squeezed out. Tears pricked the back of my eyes, blurring my vision even more. They obstructed my view of the asshole above me. I wanted to glare into his eyes until my final moment.

“Nod,” Benito demanded.

Not happening, sweet cheeks. You can choke on my dick and die.

“Cazzo. Stupida puttana. Dovrei ucciderlo,” Benito let out rapid-fire Italian. I couldn’t make out any of it.

The world was quickly fading, and my flight or fight instincts kicked in. I bucked, and my cock rubbed against Benito. I could barely register the hard object poking at me. The corner of Benito’s mouth tilted up.

I froze. Did this crazy bastard just smile?

No longer thinking, I let my body move. I knew how to fight and grew up the youngest of four boys. I had to start at the bottom of the organization regardless of who my father was. I’d fought some of the craziest bastards and came out on top. The only difference with them was that I’d been thinking with my head and not my dick. Not to mention I wasn’t married to any of them.

I unhooked my leg and brought my knee up. I kicked out, but Benito caught it before I could land a good kick. Air rushed to my lungs all at once, and I rolled over, sucking it in greedily. I coughed and sputtered as I tried to remember how to breathe.

“Get out.”

“No,” I wheezed. I blinked away the remainder of the tears.

Benito shook his head. He slipped out of the bed staring at me as if I had two heads instead of one. “Pazzo astardo.”

My heart was still firmly lodged in my lungs as I glared at him. “Want to run that by me again?”

Benito shook his head as he headed toward his bathroom. “I can see why your family was so eager to get rid of you.”

Ouch.

I shrugged like his words didn’t hurt. It wasn’t anything new. “Well, you know what they say, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”

“Let me know when I can get rid of the trash.” Benito walked away. The bathroom door slammed, effectively ending the conversation.

Fuck. I flopped down on the bed. My finger traced along my throat.

We’re going to end up killing each other at the rate we’re going.I glanced down at my body and groaned louder. My cock was still stretching the fabric of my panties. A wet spot dotted it where pre-cum had stained the lace. Of course, this was what got me off. I ran a hand down my face.

I got comfortable under the covers and stared up at the ceiling. If Benito thought he’d won this battle, he’d be sorely mistaken. I wasn’t going anywhere.

Right on cue, I knew the moment Benito stepped fully in the shower and was greeted by my childish surprise.

“Che cazzo è questo? Ecco, gli spezzo il collo.”

If I wasn’t certain he was threatening my life or calling me a bitch, I’d find his deep voice, fluently speaking Italian hot, maybe even irresistible.

Benito burst through the door, a towel around his waist and one of the ten-inch blue and purple tentacle dildos in his hand. I smirked.

Welcome to the marriage from hell.

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