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“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not one of the lookouts you order around all the time.”
My voice went up a few notches, and I was ready to scream at him a little more, when his fist connected with the back door of the Range Rover. The bang sound was so loud, it made me jump in my seat.
Hugo and I had had many arguments in the past couple of months, but I’d never seen him lose control like this, except for the little incident with Nate. He was a red-blooded man with a short temper, sure, but not around me. Never around me until today.
“Do you want to see me back in jail, Catherinelle?”
I gaped at him with my eyes open wide. Why would he say that? We didn’t joke about jail in my family.
“What?”
“Do you want to see me behind bars for killing some fucking kid?” Oh. “If he had let one more breath in your direction, I was ready to cut out his tongue in front of your mother.”
Something primal filled my chest with corrupted satisfaction, taking pleasure in his alfa-asshole reaction.
“Hugo…”
“I said don’t talk. The sound of your voice is too much right now. I’m trying so hard right now.”
“Trying what?” I slapped his chest with both my hands, but he didn’t budge. “You left me. You turned your back on me, minutes – minutes! – after we had sex! You have no right to be mad at me, God damn it!”
“I fucking know. I’m a fucking asshole!” he roared and grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs and making me open up in front of him. “I told you I’m trying to control myself, but you just don’t listen.”
He ripped my lingerie, and in two seconds, one of his fingers was inside of me while his thumb was pressing on my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, surprised by his move. It felt amazing; this time there was no pain or resistance on my side. I was dripping wet since I laid eyes on him this morning.
“It’s fucking unfair, Cat, but this,” he pushed further into my pussy. “it’s mine. I tasted it; I made it cum, and I fucked it. You’re not gonna show my pussy to a piece of shit, good for nothing, son of a fucking mafia lieutenant like Stephan Berlusconi.”
I wanted to scream that I was only his – forever – but the pleasure was so intense, it choked me, and no sound came out. I was falling into a Hugo inducted spiral of pleasure in broad daylight, on the side of the road, where everyone could see, and I didn’t give a shit. I wanted them to see. I wanted him and the whole world to know that I was really his.
…If only Hugo would mean the words too.
