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“If I feel the need to go with you, then yes.”

“And why would you need to go with me?”

I was teetering into dangerous territory with that question, barely balanced on the edge of disdain and desire.

A low growl rumbled through him, and he shoved me forward. He yanked open the door to the closest room which was, conveniently, a damn bathroom.

Matteo thrust me into the tiled space and slammed the door shut behind us, locking it. I froze, which made me easier to handle as Matteo lifted me and placed me on the vanity between two sinks.

Planting his hands on either side of my hips, Matteo leaned in and leveled me with a lethal glare. “When I decide I want to fuck you at an event, an associate’s house, or wherever we are, I’ll follow you into the bathroom, Marcella. Is that clear enough for you? You. Are. Mine, amorina. I’ll follow you wherever the hell I want to follow you.”

“Why would you fuck me in the bathroom?”

“Because I intend to fuck you every single place I can. You’re the one that chose the bathroom.”

“You’re insufferable,” I sneered.

Matteo leaned in, his breath warming my lips. “No, amorina. I’m insatiable. There’s a difference.”

Chapter Nine

MATTEO

I wanted to fucking kiss her.

Smash my lips against hers to shut her the hell up.

But I couldn’t. Not…yet.

And not when someone was knocking on the door.

“Marcella?”

Che cazzo. Her papà.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Marcella replied shakily, still glaring at me. “You are not fucking me in Papà’s bathroom.”

“Didn’t know it was his,” I grumbled and took a step back.

I held my hand out to her, surprised she took it to slide off the counter. Her dress skimmed up her thighs, but not nearly enough.

“I’ll be sure to select a more…appropriate bathroom next time.”

“Vaffanculo,” she hissed, but a ghost of a smile played at the side of her mouth.

Fuck you?

“Now, why would I do that when I can just fuck you?”

I really needed to shut up. Didn’t want to, but needed to. As I reached for the door, Marcella elbowed me in the stomach. It was a weak attempt. I’d need to show her a better strategy for protecting herself.

Again…something I didn’t want to do, but needed to. Whatever target was on my back would be on hers when those who wished me dead found out about her. I would not let her become my weakness. I’d much prefer her to be my source of strength.

Marcella opened the door to her papà’s pissed off face.

“Marcella…” he warned, but his defiant daughter made a noise.

“I no longer live under this roof since you sold me to this guy.” She thumbed in my direction. “So you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Papà. I wouldn’t listen anyway.”

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