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Hours later when Molly had finally gotten out of me what was wrong, she smiled to herself and pulled her phone out of her pocket.
“I could get into really big trouble for this,” She told me as she pulled up a message from a contact listed simply as ‘T-r-o-u-b-l-e’.
If it gets out of hand, assure your mistress that the wolf is simply trying to rattle her cage. Nothing else.
“I didn’t understand what on earth he was talking about at first, but I think I get it better now,” She said, confirming my intuition that the story was fabricated.
The woman in the newspaper looked dressed to the nines, not like she was doing the walk of shame, and something else made me think she wasn’t Nico’s type at all.
When I asked Molly who her source was, her cheeks reddened, and she chewed on her lip. “No one I have any business talking to.” Had been her reply, so I dropped it after thanking her for the information.
Nicolas had tried to set me up, simply to piss me off and make me jealous.
It had worked until logic made its way through the haze of anger because I knew better.
But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to throw it in his face when he tried to bait me into it now.
He smirked like he won a prize, which pissed me off. I hated when men tried to manipulate me into giving them what they wanted.
It was something my father had done for decades.
Instead, I leaned forward and slid my hand over the bulge in his pants that I knew our argument would have given him, and squeezed, stroking him as I brought my lips to the rim of his ear.
“Except we both know my pussy is the best you’ve ever had and no one, especially not some used-up boring woman like her will ever hold your attention again. That’s why you came running the second I wanted you to; you just couldn’t get enough. You needed more ofme. You cravedme.” I pushed him backward, using the shock I no doubt left him in to aid me. I slid off the counter and onto my own stool, crossing my legs seductively and replacing my napkin. “Now sit down and eat the meal your nice chef prepared for you before it goes to waste,” I added for an extra kick to his manly balls as I picked up my pizza and took a bite, moaning at the deliciousness.
I kept the mask of dominance in place until he sat back down on his stool and turned to face me. “Do you feel like a big dog right now, Arianna? Like a king amongst peasants,” he asked in a voice meant for men to hear right before he ended their lives. I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, but he leaned forward, wrapping his hand around my neck, and pulled me until our faces were almost touching. “Make no mistake, Wife, when you were a Rosetti, you wouldn’t have dreamed of speaking like that to someone as dangerous as me.” He licked my lips and tightened his hand around my throat. “But I’ve filled your pussy so full of Capasso DNA that you’re finally beginning to act like one.” He licked my lips again, biting my bottom one and sucking it into his mouth as I opened for him, giving him what he wanted. “You’ll be a good wife yet, Little One.”
I hung on to his every word like a carnivore desperate for another morsel of meat. I wanted more.
More praise.
More roughness.
More touches.
But he pulled away, dropping his hand from my throat, and turned back to the counter like he hadn’t just rocked my world. I sat there panting and aching for more of him as he dismissively picked up his pizza and took a bite.
Fucker pulled a checkmate on me while I was trying to set up a game of checkers.
Quickly reminding me he didn’t play by anyone’s rules but his own and I needed to quickly get on the same page as him.
“Mrs.Capasso,”Dr.Traviscalled as she walked into my bedroom.
“Doctor,” I replied cooly, “No offense, but I’m really starting to dread your visits.”
She nodded her head knowingly, setting her bag down on the coffee table. “That’s fair. I’m here to collect a urine sample.”
“To see if I’m pregnant, correct?”
“Correct.”
I took a deep breath and held my hand out for the sample cup I’d gotten used to filling for her. “Let’s get this over with then.”
She gave me the cup and I went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, and avoided looking at my reflection in the mirrored vanity. I set the cup down on the back of the toilet and started to unbutton my jeans when I heard a faint tapping on the panel in the wall at the end of the shower.
The panel to the secret passageway that Molly had told me about before I escaped to her parents’ house for dinner. I quickly buttoned my jeans and silently ran over to it, feeling for the nearly invisible latch behind the tiled wall, and opened the panel.
“Molly?” I whispered as she came through the opening and held her finger to her lips.
