Page 58 of Mafia Toy

Jealousy and possessiveness boiled inside me. My nails cut right through the thin skin on my palm. I hated her. I hated this Poppy so freaking much, and I didn’t even know her. Sage was mine. All mine. If anyone evenlookedat her the way I did, I would be forced to kill them.

“Um, I don’t know if this is a bad time or not,” she said, brows drawn together, “but I wanted to know if the contract specified whether or not I could, um …” She rocked back and forth on her heels and shook her head. “Never mind.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s nothing, Laila,” she whispered, tearing her eyes away from me.

“If you could what?” I urged, wanting to please her. Desperate for her to choose me.

Not Poppy.

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, then gulped. “Can I ask you?” she asked, peering at my husband with flushed cheeks.

My chest tightened. Why didn’t she want me to be in the room while she asked? After her night with Constantino alone, she must’ve sparked an interest in him. Not me. Why would I think she likedmelike that?

“My wife makes the decisions about this relationship,” Constantino said. “Speak.”

“Okay,” she whispered, glancing nervously at me. “I’m assuming this isn’t allowed, but I wanted to know because, well … reasons that aren’t important right now … but for the next year, do I have to be solely yours?”

Heat rushed through me. “What?”

“Sorry for asking,” she squeaked. “It’s so stupid. I—”

I snatched her chin in my hand and forced her to look at me. “Repeat what you said.”

Sage widened her eyes. “I-I … I wanted to know if …”

“If you can have another lover?” I finished. My voice was harsh, but I was so scared, so nervous. How could she ask such a thing? Didn’t she know that she wasours? Was I not fulfilling all of her dirty little fantasies? “Are we not good enough for you?”

“No. No, it’s not that,” she said, throwing her hands up in defense. “I promise.”

“Who else do you want to fuck?” I asked. “Poppy?”

“No!” she exclaimed. “She’s just a friend.”

“Then, tell me who, so I can take care of them.”

When the words tumbled out of my mouth, Sage stiffened. “So you can take care of them?” she whispered, nude-colored lips barely moving. She swallowed again, as if her pretty little throat was dry, and furrowed her brow. “K-kill them?”

“You’re ours,” I threatened. “And we do whatever it takes to protect what belongs to us.”

“There is nobody that I have in mind,” she whispered, shoulders curling in to make herself small, as if she wanted to disappear right here in front of me, leave me.

But I’d had too many people leave. She … she couldn’t be one of them.

So, I stepped forward, jealousy still pounding through my veins.

“You’re ours,” I repeated. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered, nearly shaking in front of me.

“Ours.”

“Yours.”

I slipped my hand around her throat and pinned her to the door that Poppy had just exited a few moments ago, my nails lightly strumming against her neck. I wanted Poppy to know that Sage was mine.

“Nobody touches this pussy, except us,” I growled against her lips, dipping my hand between her thighs and teasing her aching little cunt. She was already soaked. “Nobody makes you feel good, except us.”