Page 39 of Say I Do

Our eyes were locked, and I let him see just how easy it would be for me to slam the broken glass into her throat. I’d relish in the warmth of her blood as it sprayed over us. Fuck, I was getting hard just imagining it.

Benito grabbed a fistful of my hair, and a moan slipped free. I rotated my hips over his lap and smirked at the answering hardness I felt.

Straight, my ass.I wasn’t even wearing a dress this time.

“You’re testing my patience, Harlow,” Benito growled out.

“That should be my line.” I leaned closer, making it easier for him. “Be a good boy and kiss your husband.”

Something achingly close to danger skipped over Benito’s face. My heart rate kicked up a few notches as my instincts screamed for me to back off. Normally I’d listen. I liked fucking with death, but contrary to belief, I enjoyed living. However, nothing, not even the club erupting in flames, would get me off Benito’s lap and make me walk away from the intense moment.

His blunt nails scraped over my scalp leaving behind tendrils of pleasure. The first time we kissed had been a crazy fluke. Nothing more than my imagination. There was no way in hell my body reacted to him so intensely. This was my chance to prove it to myself.

Benito dragged our mouths together. The moment our lips touched, an instant spark ignited between them. The fire blossomed over my lips and traveled down my body, encasing me in tight hot desire. A moan escaped my lips, and Benito swallowed it down. My lips parted, and his tongue was there to clash with mine.

He tasted of scotch and cherries. A sweet and tart taste that had me pushing for more. Fuck, he was a sugar fiend. I opened my mouth more, and our tongues tangled together as I fought with him for dominance. It was a fight I was losing all too quickly. Benito yanked my hair, adding pain to the pleasure already riding me hard.

I moaned as I yielded to him, letting him control the kiss. He owned it as if he was just as desperate to chase the insanity between us. My mind turned off, and I fully gave in as we kissed. My lungs burned with the need for air. I ignored it in favor of sucking on Benito’s tongue. The more I tasted of him, the more I wanted.

My head swam, and it was like I was getting drunk off our kiss. I’d laugh at my own stupidity if I wasn’t drowning in the man beneath me. I forgot everything around us, even the girl crying in my grasp.

All too soon, Benito pulled back. His dark brown eyes were nearly eaten up by his blown pupils. His breathing was just as ragged as my own. Our gazes locked as we both breathed as one.

“Plea please,” the redhead hiccupped. She drew both of our attention to her. A bead of blood rolled down her throat. Her cheeks were decorated with tear-streaked mascara, and her eyes were bloodshot.

“Let her go,” Benito growled.

I let her slip through my fingers. She scrambled away, falling off the couch. The moment she was free, she was gone leaving Benito and me alone. I quickly moved as my instincts and need took over. I pushed forward and bit down on Benito’s neck just where that bitch’s mouth had grazed. The piece of glass in my hand twisted around, cutting into my fingers.

“I don’t share what’s mine,” I whispered against Benito’s throat as I slammed the glass through his hand. The heat of his blood soaked into my pants, making me shiver in pleasure.

The marriage was a sham. There wasn’t an inch of me that believed we were more than two unwilling people forced to be together regardless of that fact. However, that didn’t matter.For the next however many years we’re stuck together, Benito Vitale is mine.

“Fuck,” Benito groaned.

I hate you so much.Even as I thought it, my hips moved, and I nearly came undone at the feeling of Benito under me. His hold on my hair tightened to the point of pain. It only heightened my pleasure, making me needier with every passing second.

I pulled back and admired the mark left behind on his deeply tanned skin. It was hotter than I thought.

“You crazy son of a bitch,” Benito bit out.

Laughter bubbled freely from me. I felt high, and there was no better way to chase the high than to be fucked into oblivion.

“Yeah, what does that say about you? That you married someone like me?”

Benito glared as if he was picturing all types of ways to murder me. My stomach tightened in knots as the urge to ask him to do it clawed at my insides. Would he describe it as he shoved his cock inside me?

Fuck, I was either desperate or losing my mind. Maybe both.

I lifted his hand as our gazes stayed locked. I could easily lose my sanity in Benito’s dark eyes. They were soul-sucking. That was how intense they were. And for some fucked up reason, I wanted them aimed at me.

I pressed my lips to the cut on his hand, the end of the shard of glass poking up just barely in the middle of his palm. Fuck, my aim was still perfect, even after being in the house for so long. If I was even a little incompetent, I could have damaged Benito’s hand to the point he wouldn’t be able to use it.

An involuntary shiver raced down my spine.Then he’d be reliant on me. He’d be no better than a pet with no real bite. As appealing as that sounded. I couldn’t have that. Nothing felt as exhilarating as Benito’s hands wrapped around my neck and the promise of my death whispering in my ears.

“We should get this stitched up.”

I staredup at Harlow as my blood rushed so loudly it wiped out every other trace of sound around us. His mouth moved, but I couldn’t hear a thing. Not when my skin burned with the rage that built in my chest. It grew into an inferno that I normally shoved down, but it was impossible right now.

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