Page 25 of The Don

I mumble against his lips, “And what would that achieve? Think about it, we could use this to our advantage. Show them we have no hidden agenda are in a relationship.”

“Without fucking?” He raises his eyes and I grin.

“Without fucking.”

“You didn’t complain earlier.” He growls, and I bite his neck and whisper, “That was before I discovered you were an asshole.”

“Excuse me.”

Pushing him against the tiled shower, I lean in hard and whisper against his lips, “This is a business arrangement. You made that perfectly clear and I’m only demonstrating what happens when I’m close to my kill. Is this what you had in mind for, well, shall we say the target? If it is, I hope I’m doing everything you want.”

He reaches out and his eyes flash with danger as he swings me around and pushes me back onto the tiles and kicks my legs apart, growling, “Like fuck you will.”

“Have you changed your mind?” I gasp as he teases my clit, and he hisses, “You will never get naked with anyone but me.”

I think that statement stuns us both because he stills and then pulls back, staring into my confused eyes and I’m not sure if he meant for that sentence to reach my ears, but he checks himself and strokes my face gently.

“We need to talk.”

“What about? The hit?”

He shakes his head and exhales sharply. “This arrangement. It’s not working.”

His words crush me, and I nod, biting my lip and lowering my eyes.

“Then arrange a car. I’ll be out of here in an hour.”

His hand grasps my neck and pushes me hard against the tiles and he snarls, “You are going nowhere until I say so.”

Chopping his hand away, I sweep his legs from under him and as he stumbles, I duck out from under his arm and stand facing him, my eyes blazing. “Unless you have a death wish, never do that again, asshole.”

He makes toward me, and I run into the bedroom and place the bed between us and face him with my eyes blazing.

“Back off, you fucking bastard. Nobody controls me and especially not a man like you.”

“A man like me?”

He shakes his head slowly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what you are.”

“No. I don’t.”

He moves closer and I say in a low voice, “We have a deal, and you keep changing the rules. Now fucking tell me what I’m here for and let’s get the job done so I can get the fuck away from you and live my best life.”

His eyes widen as he glances around the room, causing me to laugh out loud.

“Are you scared they’re listening to our lover’s tiff, baby?”

I move across to the window and sweep the drapes closed. “Is there a microphone pinned to this fabric?”

I drop them and head to the picture on the wall and tear it down. “Is there one behind this shit painting?”

Then I move across to the lamp and sweep it to the carpet. “What about in there? What do you think?”

Leo looks as if he’s unleased a monster, causing me to double up with laughter at the expression on his face, which strangely turns to floods of tears as I sit heavily on the bed and press my hands to my eyes, sobbing like a jilted lover on Valentine’s Day.

The bed dips and a strong arm pulls me against that chest I’m obsessed with, and he whispers, “Talk to me.”

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