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Until she walks in the door. Dark hair, red lips, olive skin. A black, low-cut dress. Acres of cleavage.
No one laughs at me. No one. Ever. They’re all too busy avoiding my gaze, as if I’m Medusa and they’re afraid they’ll be turned to stone with one glance. But this golden lion who’s named after a bug and looks like a comic book superhero doesn’t avoid my gaze. He grabs it and holds it hostage.
Anger gives you armor. Tenderness strips you naked to the bone.
“Mmmpf,” he mutters around a mouthful, rolling his eyes heavenward and chewing lustily. “God almighty. Mrs. Caruso, this is the best bloody food I’ve had in my entire life.”
“God knows you’re not,” he says hotly. “Now get your fine arse in that chair, woman. Don’t make me tell you a third time.” That sounded distinctly like a threat. I snap, “Or what?” He growls, “Or I’ll take you over my knee and teach you some bloody manners.”
“Well…it’s not that it’s untrue. I just shouldn’t have said it.” He laughs harder.
She’s smart, she’s sexy, and she’s got an arse on her I’d like to bite, spank, and fuck. Even worse, every time I look at her too long, my dick gets hard as a rock and my mouth starts watering. That settles it. I’m never speaking to Reyna fucking Caruso again.
And arrogant. And gorgeous. And hung like a damn horse.
I came back today more determined than ever to keep it together, but she wrecked me with a single glance.
“Get your arse in this car. No questions. No sass. You don’t speak again unless I give you permission to. Which I won’t. Understood?”
“Because a man who’d marry a woman for any reason other than love has the soul of a monster.”
No matter how long I live, I’ll never forget the image of Reyna Caruso in a black dress and stilettos, carrying a high-caliber rifle at the ready as she heads off to hunt armed intruders, her full hips swaying and her long dark hair flaring out behind her like a flag.
No one ever tried to help me. Everyone knew what was happening, what Enzo enjoyed doing to me, but nobody ever intervened. I was his wife and therefore his property, and in the Cosa Nostra, you can do with your property whatever you like. Even my own mamma could only offer her shoulder for me to cry on. After a while, there were no more tears left, so I didn’t even need that. But Lili’s Irishman wishes he could’ve helped. I believe he would’ve, too, had he been around then to see it.
It might not be a love match, but a man who will protect a woman with his own life is a rare thing. So rare, I’ve never seen it before.
softly, “I’ve never said it like it’s a bad word. It’s the most beautiful word in the language.”
suicidal.”
“Wait till you see my cock. Then you’ll really be swooning.”
“I never thought I’d find a threat on my life romantic.” “Oh, shut up,” I grumble, shaking my head in disgust. “You’re an idiot.”
“But I’m your idiot,” he says, his laughter fading. His voice lowers an octave. His gaze grows intense. “And you’re my viper.” “I hate that nickname.” He growls, “No, you don’t, you fucking liar.” He pulls me in and kisses me.
Watching me with hooded eyes, he growls, “That’s my good girl.” And oh, what that does to me. The golden shimmer of happiness that floods my cells. It’s ridiculous how soft and melting I become, as pliant as a green blade of grass under the spring sun.
Even when you’re homicidal or hurling insults, you take my breath away.”
He lifts his chest so I can pull my legs down, then settles right back on top of me, keeping his cock seated inside me the entire time. I wind my arms up around his shoulders, inhale deeply, then exhale, stretching underneath him like a cat.
“I’ll kill anyone who ever disrespects you. I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. If anyone so much as annoys you, I’ll put a bullet in his skull and throw his body into the Charles River. You never have to fight your own battles again, viper, understood? I’ll fucking destroy any dumb motherfucker who ever dares to even make you frown.”
“You know, for such a macho man, you’re a big softie.”
“Let’s just say my sensibilities aren’t used to this kind of sex talk.” My smile dies. Bad memories assault me, and I have to look away. After a moment of gazing at me in silence, Quinn says softly, “He doesn’t get a place between us, lass. Keep him in his grave where he belongs.”
He withdraws, flips me onto my belly, pulls me up onto my knees, then plunges his still-hard shaft back inside me with a grunt that sounds animalistic. Gripping my hips in both hands, he starts to thrust again. My face buried in the duvet cover, I sigh in happiness. His laugh is dark and knowing. “Aye, lass. I love it, too.”
Until he reaches back around and presses his wet thumb between my ass cheeks. I jerk, stiffening. My eyes fly open wide. “Easy, viper,” he croons gently. “Remember, you can always say no.” “I can always use that pen on the nightstand to puncture your jugular, too.” “Until I hear a no or you communicate what else you’d rather have me do, I’m amusing myself with this perfect arse of yours.” Slowing the thrusts of his hips, he starts to gently stroke his thumb back and forth over the sensitive knot of flesh. Around and around, over and down, he fondles it as I try to decide if it’s amazing or if
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“And you’re gonna get all of me, wife,” he says, fucking me harder. “Now come on my cock.” He tugs on my clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout my entire body. Panting, I groan into the blankets, my face hot from hearing the sounds we make as our bodies slap together.
“You like it when I play with your nipples as I’m fucking you, don’t you? You like my cock, and you like to come for me when I tell you to, because you’re perfect and you’re gorgeous and you’re all fucking mine.”
“It’s okay, lass. You’re safe here with me. You’re safe.” He squeezes those big arms around me, holding me tight. I cry all over his chest, hiding my face and burning with shame as I cling to him helplessly. I’m curled up in his lap with his legs crooked around me, so his whole body is curved around mine.
Without waiting for me to reply, he peels the covers back, rolls us over so I’m lying down, stands, then pulls the blankets up under my chin. He fluffs the pillow under my head, kisses me on the forehead, and strolls away, whistling. I close my eyes and pray for a sudden brain embolism. Death is preferable to having to live with this new, weepy version of me.
“I love it that you’re this big tough guy who runs around shooting people like it’s just another day at the office, but inside, you’re all gooey. One little compliment and you melt.”
“You’re a privilege I don’t deserve, but I’m going to spend the rest of both our lives trying to be worthy of you.” She’s stunned for a moment, swallowing and blinking. Then she turns her face to my neck, closes her eyes, and says faintly, “If you make me cry again, the rest of your life will be very short.” That makes me chuckle. “Now who’s the gooey one?”

