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Not in my wildest imagination could I picture my morning going like this, and the moment Angelo put me down, I was punching him in the face.

Chapter Thirty-Four

ANGELO

“Fuck,” I growled as I rubbed my jaw. She still had a hell of a hook.

“I can’t believe you did this to me. The audacity!” Jasmine fumed as she marched around the massive bedroom. “You disappear for five years and then randomly swoop back into my life. You don’t tell me and instead sleep with me when I’m drugged and let me think I am going crazy? What the hell is wrong with you?”

She turned her furious golden eyes on me, and I almost crumbled to my knees with the need coursing through my body. Holy fuck, she was sexy. Not even my vivid memories could compare to the real thing. Jasmine was yelling at me and pointing, but I couldn’t concentrate on a single word with her shirt hanging open and nothing but her lace bra and underwear on.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Of course I am,” I said, and she glared as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Okay, I have no idea what you said.”

“Unbelievable.” She grabbed a book off the bookshelf and hurled it at me. I stepped out of the way and watched it smack into the wall. Good arm.

“That was a first edition,” I said, smirking as she yelled and grabbed two more. Shit. I ducked as one sailed over my head, but the other grazed my side.

“You asshole!” She roared and snatched a small statue on the shelf. I jumped out of the way as it smashed into the wall. “I hate you! You’re nothing but a common monello!”

“Ouch, that hurt. I’m not a street rat,” I argued, shocked that she would hit below the belt like that. “Oh shit.” Jasmine grabbed the bronze paperweight and threw it at me like a quarterback. It crashed into the picture behind me, all the glass shattering on impact. She snatched the antique hand mirror and looked like she would throw it but stomped toward me.

“Whoa, what are you doing with that?”

With a yell, she took a swing, but I sidestepped her attack. “I think you’re overreacting,” I said.

“Overreacting? Are you kidding me?” She took another swipe at my head, and I jumped back.

“You enjoyed every second of it.” I thought I’d seen Jasmine angry, but she looked ready to eat me alive and spit out my bones as she two-handed the long decorative handle of the silver weapon and swung at me like she was playing baseball.

“You were just attacked, and you haven’t even said if you’re alright.” I tried to derail her rage before she destroyed the entire room.

“Of course, I’m not alright, but not because of those two jerks. Night after night, you snuck into my room!” She swung again like it was a sword, and I did not doubt that in her mind, she was cutting me open with one.

“Okay, enough of that. We need to have a civil conversation so I can explain,” I held up my hands as Jasmine stalked me across the room.

“Civil, my fucking ass,” she growled, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

“I’m all for fucking your ass,” I said, my lip curling up as I pictured her on all fours with her ass in the air.

“I’m going to kill you.” She lunged at me, and I pushed her arm away and stepped out of punching distance.

“Put the mirror down,” I ordered, but she swung at me again instead. “Do it one more time, and I’m using the mirror on you,” I threatened.

“Screw you,” she said, her eyes all fire as she took another shot at my face.

Grabbing her hand, I yanked the mirror out of her hold and spun her around, using her momentum to push her over the arm of the massive reading chair.

“Get off of me, Angelo.”

“I warned you,” I said, grabbing her flailing arms and pinning them behind her back. Fuck she was a sight with the adorable blue strip of lace running down her cheeks.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, glaring over her shoulder at me.

“You know me better than that.” I ran the rounded tip of the handle up and down the fabric of her thong. She wiggled back and forth, and I smirked. “See, I knew you liked it.”

“It’s called trying to get away,” she said, but she couldn’t hide the softer look in her eyes. If I let her go, she would still try to kill me, but I had no intention of releasing her hands until my Tiger was a moaning mess.