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“Protective is one thing. I get the sense this is more, and I think I ought to know if it’s going to be a problem.”
“That’s bullshit, but regardless, I don’t care. Man or woman, I see someone touching you in a way I don’t like, I’ll cut their fucking fingers off.”
“No, I said turnabout was fair play. That means if I stray, you can, too. But for right now, there’s only one set of legs I want between, and as long as that’s the case, I expect the same in return.”
I didn’t just want to fuck my fiancée; I wanted all of her. Her body and submission. Her trust and compliance. Even her fiery temper and sarcasm.
Dice weren’t my addiction, but I feared a certain green-eyed Italian just might be.
“That’s the first thing you’ll need to learn—never give ’em an inch, not these Byrne men. They’ll take it and run a mile.”
“Duty to my family. The acquisition of power. Sultry green eyes and a fiery disposition. You pick a day; I’ll give you a reason. It changes by the minute.”
“You look good enough to eat, Noemi.” He brought his lips to my ear. “And I’m famished.”
I might end up Conner’s wife, but he was married to the mob before he ever met me.
The silent vow may not have been spoken aloud, but it felt just as monumental as the oath to my new husband.
What I imagined it might be like to confess my sins to the devil himself.
“And we aren’t leaving here until my name is somewhere on you. That way, you know this is real. Nothing more real than blood and ink.”
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with all six-foot-something of pissed-off mobster.
