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“I’ll touch whatever the fuck I want,” I growled. “You’re mine. Isn’t that what you said?” Harlow panted as he shook his head. “I said you were mine.” “That’s the exact same thing,” I said. “If I belong to you, then you belong to me.”
“Benito.” “Fuck, you don’t ever say my name like that,” I groaned as I rolled my hips against him. “Say it again.” “Fuck you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you say it again. I’ll make you fucking ...
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“Can’t feel my legs.”
Fuck. He’s beautiful.
“The next time you send some other man out to buy you panties, I’ll set them on fire. You’ll be lucky if you don’t follow.” A groan slipped his lips before he wet them. “It’s so hot when you threaten to kill me.”
“Two options, and I need the one that screams my husband has a lot of money, and I want to spend it all.”
Fear and desire twisted together in an intoxicating mixture.
“Do refrain from touching him. I’m possessive.”
“Mostricio. Se continui a spingermi, ti spezzerò.”
“お前を嫌いだ。今ここで俺を破滅させろ、この悪魔め！
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Harlow.”
“I suggest you sit back down,” I said evenly. “There’s a lot of shit I’ve let slide, but disrespecting me will not be one of them.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Those dainty little hands fucking hurt.”
“Go away, Tony. I need to kill my husband.”
“Touch him and die, Tony. I swear to everything I’ll saw that hand right off your wrist.”
“I mind. I’m a busy man, and if my fiancé ever found out I stripped in front of another man, he’d start a war.”
“Enter my business like this again, and I will forget everything you were to me. I’d hate to have to kill you after all this time, pet.”
The look of horror on Benito’s face flashed and morphed into pity. I reached over and grabbed the fork up so fast neither of us prepared for it. I slammed the four prongs into his thigh. He grunted, but at least that foul look was off his face. I never wanted to see it again.
I wanted Benito to want to burn down the world for me.
He glared up at me. His dark eyes captured pieces of me I wasn’t sure I would ever get back.
“I don’t need fucking saving, and I sure as shit don’t want or need a hero.”
Benito’s heavy hand came down again, and my back arched off the table as pain and pleasure made me their bitch.
I am afraid to want anything. Someday, everything will be taken away, but I think I want this.
I don’t hold back with you, Harlow, so I suggest you be careful.”
“I’ve known Marianna for ten years! She’s like family. Of course, I haven’t fucked her. Idiot. Put the knife down before I have to stab you. I’m already in pain from your little fork game, and I haven’t had any coffee. Don’t cross the line.”
Harlow was like a tornado, but he could be tamed.
“If you behave, I’ll come home and fuck you until you sob,” I whispered. “Okay?”
Everything seemed better when Harlow was in my arms. What would I do if he was working against me? What would I do if he had to go?
At some point, we both stopped responding to sudden movements in the bed. I’d found myself plenty of times in the middle of the bed, wrapped in Benito’s arms. Had no idea how, when we both favored having one hand around a weapon at all times.
“I would never get cold feet,” Benito said. His lips brushed against my ear. “I’m the only man who can handle you.”
“Be good,” Benito warned.
I’m dying, what the hell are you doing?
Every emotion known to man was waging war inside of me, scurrying my instincts.
Fuck, I’m horny.
Fuck, I loved the way he didn’t treat me like glass.
“You stop, and I will stab you.” Benito laughed, and it sounded so sexy. “What’s new, baby? You stab me all the time.”
“I think you like it when I hurt you.”
Being around the man felt like a needle in the vein. When he wasn’t around, I had fucking withdrawals. It was a problem. He was a problem. I don’t want to be away from him.
“I shouldn’t think that’s hot, but I am messed up,”
The thought of dating my husband was so stupid, but I wanted it.
“I won’t have anyone else lay eyes on you. No one. I don’t give a fuck if this asshole is about to die. Even a second of seeing what’s mine is a second too fucking long.”
I was sure Harlow and I had come from different pasts, but I knew what it felt like to hurt and to hold that hurt for decades.
Was it obvious to him, too, that everything between me and Benito was raw, unfamiliar, and intoxicating?
“All I need from you is a head nod or an ‘of course, honey, you’re always right. In fact, you are so right, I’ll get on my knees right now and suck your cock’ would work best.”
“Someone is betraying you.” Benito nodded. “Still looking into who. Everyone has sworn their loyalty but—” “You don’t trust them.” “Never.” Do you trust me? You know it’s not me, right?
“Mani and pedis, why haven’t you taken me on that kind of date? I’m not all about the messy kind of fun.”
“But you look so pretty messy.”
She already looked ashen just from the small knife embedded in her skin. I’d done far worse to Benito as foreplay.
That man, that demon, belonged to me in every single way.
