Page 98 of The Viper

“Stop acting like one and I’ll treat you appropriately.”

“Ugh,” I groan as I turn to leave his office.

By the time I reach the door, Dominic is already up and out of his chair. “Stop.” He grabs hold of my arm and pulls me into him. “Calm down, Rosa.”

I hate that he’s taller than me and it forces me to look up at him, already giving him the damn advantage. “No. I won’t stop. You can’t boss me around all the time, Dominic.”

“Shut the fuck up, and sit your ass down.” He turns me around and spanks then grips my butt. My inner darkness sparks to life causing my brain to become hazy. I hate that he has this hold on me. “Sit.” He spanks me again, and my body reacts with a shameless shiver.

I try to hide the desire by sitting and crossing my arms in front of my chest. “What?”

“Adrian is out there, and at any moment he can come after you.” He places his hand on my thigh and squeezes. “You’re too important to me to not keep you protected.”

My shoulders relax and my arms fall out of the fold. “I just want you to talk to me instead of telling me.”

“When it comes to your safety, I’m never going to ask. That’s something you’re going to have to live with. I was fool enough to allow you to leave once. That won’t happen again.”

I lick my lips before pressing them together. “You have no choice.”

“Many of my men died because I underestimated Adrian. I won’t let that happen again, especially when it comes to you.”

“What do you mean many men died?” What happened for these men to die? “Did they die because of me?” I lift my hand to place over my heart. “Did I kill them?”

“Adrian killed them because they worked for me.”

“He’s not going to stop, is he?” I stare down at the floor, thinking about the possibility of that cruel beast getting his hands on my sister.

“We’ll get to him before he can get to us again.”

“Again?” I lift my chin to stare at Dominic. “What has he done?”

Dominic stands from his chair and comes to sit beside me on his sofa. He drags me into his arms and kisses my head. “Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely,” I reply without hesitation.

“Then you need to trust that when it comes to your safety, and Eliza’s I’ll do everything in my power to make sure nothing ever happens to either of you.” I turn to look at him, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “But this whole brat thing you have going on, stops, right now. If I tell you that you have two security men, you don’t fucking argue with me. If I tell you not to go somewhere, again,” he pauses and stares at me. “...you don’t fucking argue.”

“I’ll try not to, but you can’t bubble wrap me, either, Dominic. Shit is going to happen in life.”

“Not to you, if I can help it.” He tightens his arms around me. “No more arguing, Rosa.”

“I’ll try.”

He snickers before standing and holding his hand out to me. I take it and he pulls me to my feet. “Especially now.” Dominic lowers his head and crushes his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth while possessively clenching his fingers into my waist. He’s easily convinced me with his hunger to give in to my desire. I palm his cock through his suit pants, and love how his erection is growing all because of me.

If I don’t pull back, I’ll lose myself in him and end up being late for work. I gently push on his chest until he pulls away. “You’re a deviant. I swear you want me naked and tied to you.”

“Naked and tied to me. Hmmm.” He taps his finger to his lip and smirks. “I have a position available for someone on her knees to take my cock in her mouth. Interested?”

“Is that all you think about?” I can’t help but smile, because in truth my sexual hunger has increased since I’ve been with him.

“You make me hard just thinking about you.”

“Good, so I should.” I head toward the door, but stop and turn as a thought pops into my mind. “I have a question.”

Dominic’s pained expression makes me want to laugh, but I hold it in. “What is it, Rosa?” He pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales, as if I’ve given him a headache.

“Mafia men usually have more than one...” I pause as I try to phrase the question in a way that won’t hurt me. But truthfully, I’d be gutted if he said he has someone else. “Am I...um?” Shit, am I the other woman? “You’re not...” His pain has morphed into pure amusement. “Do you know what I’m trying to ask?”

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