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Not sure that was helpful.
Mo crossed her arms and grinned at Andrei like it was the best day of her life. “Same, and I think those were the last two, weren’t they?”
Chase winced and leaned forward on the couch, rubbing his hands together. “Tough spot to be in.”
“Can we not focus on the pillows?” Andrei yelled. “He did the one thing I told him not to do!”
Dante groaned out a curse. “Did you really think he’d keep it in his pants? He’s a Sinacore! Plus, she’s a consenting adult.” He peered around Andrei and asked, “Did he force you?”
“Unbelievable!” Santino said through clenched teeth.
Suddenly I felt bad, even though I still needed to manipulate the situation. “No, actually it was my idea.”
Great time to pipe up and put my foot in my mouth.
Alice let go of Andrei. “Sounds pretty accurate when it comes to the women in this Family.”
Santino looked ready to grab me by the throat and shove me against a wall, and not in the happiest of sexy ways but like ready to murder me in front of my own family. “Can we…” My voice sounded strong even though I felt like I was going to pass out. “…just not discuss this in front of everyone?”
“You started it,” Santino snapped.
“You started it!” I yelled back.
He stomped toward me and jabbed me in the chest with his finger. “You were the one that crawled onto my lap, spread your legs, begged me to—”
I cupped a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened like he just realized he might be dead in a few seconds—for the like, second time in ten minutes.
I kept my hand there.
We both slowly turned our heads toward my brother.
It shouldn’t have come as a shock that both Nixon and Chase were standing in front of him while Tex just smiled like this was the best day of his life.
Andrei squeezed his eyes shut, his blond hair falling across his forehead like it was trying to wipe away the tears of rage. “Both of you. Go to your rooms.”
Santino laughed, then stopped when I elbowed him in the ribs and grabbed his hand, tugging him up the stairs. I ran so fast that I nearly tripped. I don’t know why, but I ran into his room, maybe for protection from everyone downstairs.
I was ready to bolt it shut when he slowly clicked the lock, crossed his arms, and said, “If you really came to play me like that…” His nostrils flared. “…are you really willing to give it all you’ve got?”
“Excuse me?”
He drew his shirt over his head, not what I had in my panicked mind. He tossed it to the carpet and shoved down his jeans, revealing pure nakedness and a very erect cock. He put his hands on his hips. “Prove it. Prove you want me.”
“I, um…” I started backing away. The back of my knees brushed his bed. “I don’t think that’s the best idea right now with every single one of them down there!”
His smirk really did inflict internal mental violence, making me want to scream at him. “Oh, I think it’s a great idea. Prove to them you want me and nobody else. Maybe my death really will be at your hands, so make it good before I go down there and get shot—again.”
“The first time was a pillow,” I argued.
“The first time was nearly my dick. And you”—he shoved me back against the bed, forcing me to sit—“are the reason that I’m in this shit.”
Guilt became my pulse as it pounded harder and harder. I did this to him. I just didn’t want to marry a stranger, and now I had to prove to him that I wanted him.
He was calling my bluff.
And I wasn’t going to back down.
Maybe this would be lesson number two for the day. Never back down, never give in. Show no mercy, show no weakness.
