Page 22 of Vicious Heir

“Why is my husband working for your family?”

Well, fuck. This is not what I imagined her asking for help with.

How the hell did that stupid asshole get caught? And by his wife of all people. My immediate reaction is to be on guard.

“Does anyone know you suspect Enzo of going against your family?” I ask, choosing my words wisely and admitting to absolutely nothing.

She shakes her head slowly, glancing over at the front door of the shop, probably seeing if I left it locked.

“How did you unlock the door?” she asks, switching topics. “Actually, tell me later.” She waves her hand in the air dismissively. “Tell me why Enzo is working for you. Tell me why you were so forthcoming about him cheating on me but didn’t care to tell me he’s also going against our family.”

I start to pace back and forth, more for theatrics than anything else. Something tells me she’s studied a lot of movies, maybe plays. Maybe she had big dreams of becoming an actress.

She’s a pretty decent one.

“Hm,” I grunt out. “I’m honestly not sure why you think I’d tell you shit, Ms. Greco.”

I glance at her, and she flinches when I say her last name.

“Like I said, you weren’t very nice the last time I saw you,” I say, and she rolls her eyes.

She’s got a habit of doing that. Makes me wanna teach her a fucking lesson. Give her something to roll those pretty eyes of hers about. Make them roll back in her goddamn head as she screams my name.

“Oh, sorry,” she says in a mocking tone. “I’m not sure how to be pleasant when my world is burning down in front of me. One day I have no idea who you are, and the next? You’re stalking me in my own bookshop, probably assuming I’m none the wiser because you’re used to the kind of women who get on their knees and don’t speak, just suck.” She blows out a long breath, shaking her head. “And then you just have to show me what a piece of shit my husband is so you can laugh about my misery. Well, you know what? Fuck you. Fuck. You.”

Fucking spitfire. My dick hardens just from her words.

Do I have a fucking degradation kink? Jesus Christ.

“God, shit.” The words come out rushed as she lets her head fall forward onto the table.

It makes a sickening thud against the wood, and I step backward.

“Fuck, you really are dramatic, aren’t you?” I ask, and she lets out a long moan.

I stop pacing and move to sit down across from her just as she raises her head from the table. Her tongue darts out from between her lips, and she licks them, causing me to have to physically stop myself from reaching out and running my thumb over that plump bottom lip of hers.

But then I decide fuck it.

“You must be such a miserable bastard. Getting off on other people’s downfalls,” she says, but I’ve already decided I’m done hearing her talk.

Instead of sitting down, I walk over to her and lift her out of her chair, up into my arms until she has no choice but to hook her legs around me. When I think she’ll make a comment or resist, she doesn’t. It’s as if she’s fucking frozen, suspended in the air as I hold her. Our foreheads touch, and my breathing picks up.

I need to fucking feel her mouth on mine. Need her like a fucking drug.

And since I’m not in the business of asking permission, I do what I want, and I claim her mouth like I’ll never get another chance to. I fucking decide to take this bullshit in my own hands and shut her up.

My lips find hers, and she moans into me. My cock immediately hardens even more for her, and it takes every bone in my fucking body not to throw her onto this table and fuck her until she’s screaming.

“Fuck you, Niccolò,” she breathes into me as my tongue dives between her lips and her hands clasp around the back of my neck, securing her to the front of my body.

I pull away from her, bite down on that bottom lip that’s been fucking taunting me from the first time I saw her, and tug. “Fuck you right back, little viper.”

I spin around and set her down on the table so I can pull her dress off, and when I do, she yanks her arm back and flinches. I immediately stop what I’m doing, and my first thought goes to the fact that Enzo fucking hurt her.

But when I carefully roll up her sleeve, I’m met with a small black and red tattoo on her arm.

She makes a move to tuck her arm behind her, but I pull it out and examine it.

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