Page 85 of Humility

“So let me get this straight.”

I turned in a slow circle to face him, my body shaking with anger. None of this should be sexy, but I really wanted to know what he did while watching me shower. I had a pretty good idea, but the implications of what that said about me were not something I wanted to explore.

“You’ve been watching me since I arrived,” I said, pointing at the screens angrily.

“Of course I was. I wasn’t letting you out of my sight,” he said, sounding far too self-assured and sexy. “I mean, how did you think I knew about the men attacking you? I didn’t randomly stumble on your house at six in the morning to find two men assaulting you.”

Angelo’s cocky as fuck answer had me grabbing a bronzed statue of a tiger off of the table. He unbuttoned his suit jacket as he sat on the corner of his desk, seemingly unaffected by my rage, which only pissed me off more.

“Put the statue down, Tiger. You know what happened the last time you threw a tantrum.” His eyes traveled down my body, igniting sparks that made me shiver. “I don’t think you’d enjoy me fucking you with the statue as much as you did the mirror.” A wicked smile spreading across his face. “I’d choose wisely.”

My blood boiled in my veins. Angelo had always been able to get under my skin and push all my buttons, but I thought I was past all that.

“Ever hear of invasion of privacy? You’re a fucking stalker, and you want me to consider taking you back?”

I could feel the other men’s eyes on me, but they wore completely different expressions. Enzo looked sheepish and like he might throw up, while Dario seemed happy as a pig in shit to watch the show. It was a stark contrast from breakfast.

“First, I’ve always stalked you, this should not be surprising. I followed you everywhere unless I was detained with work. Even in your home I would drag you into any dark corner I could find. I would climb into your room every night to fuck you, and if you were already asleep I’d stay and watch you until the sun started to rise.” Okay that was way hotter than it should be. I had issues, and it was annoying that he had a point. I knew what he was like and capable of.

“This is not that same,” I argued.

“Maybe, maybe not.” He shrugged casually. “My sexy, wild tiger, you’ve already agreed. You just don’t want to admit it to yourself. You’ve always been mine as I am yours. You can’t just close your eyes and wish that away,” Angelo said, and I hated how true that comment was.

Taking him back after everything shouldn’t feel like the right thing. I should be angry for years and make them suffer for what they did, or not take him back at all and protect my heart. But that wasn’t what I felt when I looked into his blue eyes. It wasn’t what I thought about when Dario wrapped his arms around me. It also wasn’t what first ran through my head when Enzo admitted to setting up the cameras. A part of me liked it, and the self-hatred ate at the corners of my mind.

“Don’t you wish,” I said, turning. I pulled my arm back to throw the statue at the monitors and destroy their setup, but Angelo gripped my wrist and pried it from my grasp before I could release it. His eyes dared me to test him. That look alone set me off, and I swung for his cheek. He gripped my wrist and stopped my hand just before I made contact.

Angelo’s face never changed, his stare making my heart pound wildly.

“Let go of me,” I demanded, but his smirk only grew. I yelped as he pushed me back, pressing me up against the wall.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

My heart sputtered and restarted as he molded his hard body to mine. My hands were useless above my head, and I felt like an animal backed into a corner. I wanted to growl at him to stay away but also scream for him never to leave again. The game of tug-o-war was alive and well in my chest as it heaved.

“I said you wouldn’t like the statue. I didn’t say I wouldn’t use it on you.”

A flicker of fear snaked its way down my spine at the thought of him bending me over his desk and doing what he threatened.

“I hate you.” I glared at him, but the passion that burned bright in his captivating, blue eyes drowned the last of my resolve.

Jerking me forward, he spun me around and trapped me against the wall once more. His cock pressed against my ass, and I fought hard not to wiggle against him. Angelo’s breath was hot as he kissed the side of my neck.

“Who are you trying to convince, Tiger?”

“Must you always mock me?”

“Not always. Only when you’re being a bad kitty.”

“I’m going to kill you when you sleep. You know that, right?”

He chuckled and rubbed his cock against my ass. “No, you won’t, and I’ll tell you why.” He nipped at my sensitive skin and licked a line up my neck, and I couldn’t stop myself from shuddering against him, making him groan. “You won’t kill me because you still love me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You told me when you were dreaming.”

“That doesn’t count. I didn’t know what I was saying,” I argued.