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“Wife? Please, I’m hardly your wife.” I sneer, pushing against him again, but he doesn’t budge.
“That’s not what you told the fucking world,” he says, looking down at me angrily.
“And I warned you what would happen if you didn’t sign the papers.” I smirk. Those slate-green eyes narrow on me, and for the tiniest of moments, they move from my eyes to my lips and back again. A tingle slides over my body and I hate that my body is reacting to him. “Get off me,” I yell at him, pushing the thunderous beat of my heart in my chest from my mind.
“No,” he says, steely.
I do the one thing that annoys him the most and I start to poke him in the chest.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
“Urgh, you’re so fucking annoying.” He growls, and the next thing I know he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head. His legs are wrapped around mine so I can’t knee him in the balls, but all my body can feel is his heaviness against it, my body is alive and on fire. I wiggle against his restraint, but he’s too strong.
“Who is he?” he demands.
“Who?” I ask, confused by his question.
“The guy you brought home,” he asks, anger lacing his words.
“Dom?”
“Yes,” he answers through gritted teeth.
Then a smile forms across my lips. “Are you jealous?” I question him.
He scoffs at me. “You wish.”
“You wish,” I say, throwing back his words at him.
“You’re fucking frustrating,” he grits.
“So I’ve been told.” I smirk.
“Did you fuck him?” he asks, and I can hear the anger and accusation in his voice.
“I don’t owe you an answer.”
“Yes, you do, you’re my fucking wife,” he argues.
“Did you fuck your assistant after I left?” I bite back, the words are out of my mouth before I even have a chance to stop them.
Alessandro stills, those slate-green eyes stare down at me. “What would you do if I said yes?”
I hate the sinking feeling in my stomach. “Nothing, because I wouldn’t care.”
He raises a brow. “You wouldn’t care that she got on her knees and wrapped her pouty mouth around my thick cock and took me all the way down her throat.”
My hands ball as I listen to his words. “No, why would I?”
We stare at each other for a long time until he speaks again, “I’ll let her know on Monday that all the dirty things she’s been wanting to do to me can finally happen, my wife has given us her blessing.” He grins.
“Guess you have to do what you have to do.”
“Guess I will.”
We glare at each other until my eyes fall to his lips for the first time and I notice the crack against it. “What happened to your lip?”
The question seems so left-field for Alessandro that it takes a couple of moments for him to register what I’ve asked. He lets go of one of my wrists and touches his lip as if trying to remind himself what happened.
