“He’s mine.”
I had her pressed against the back of the door. My hand slid up around her neck and I couldn’t help myself as I began to choke her. My dick had grown hard the moment she’d come in. It was the reaction that Lucia hadn’t gotten out of me. My dick only got hard for this hellion of a woman now and I hated myself for it.
“You want a divorce?”
My other hand had already been bunching the dress up. The thong she wore offered no resistance and my wandering fingers slid inside of her. She was hot. She was soaking fucking wet. How could she deny me when clearly the way her liquids were coating my fingers, she wanted me right now.
“Yes,” she hissed out.
My mouth was on the side of her neck. I wanted to bruise her cocoa-colored skin with a love bite. In the next few days, every time she looked in the mirror, she would find that my lips and teeth had grazed the sensitive flesh. The need to mark her was undeniable. It was better than the alternative which would have been taking her against her will right up against this door. My dick was straining like a missile seeking the warmth between her legs.
Pushing away from her, my lips mad a popping sound. Diamond’s brown eyes were wide, and her mouth was parted in bliss. My fingers went to my mouth immediately and I licked away the dew that I’d found there.
Moments passed as we caught our breaths and just starred at each other. Finally, I pulled the paper that the bouncer had given to me and shoved it into Diamond’s hands. She starred down at it for a moment.
“What is this?”
“The girl, your friend…. the bouncer found her with this,” I replied. “That’s our shit. I’ve had Enzo stamping the bags with designer symbols so we could figure it out.”
“So, what are you saying?”
I shrugged, “You said I needed to be handling things when you stormed in. I was already ahead of it and Lucia was trying to give me details on Alistair. Wasn’t trying to fuck her.”
Diamond starred at the paper. “I should talk to Sam.”
“If she’s still alive,” I circled around behind the desk and took a seat.
Moving the mouse to the computer, it turned itself on and I typed in the password. I wanted to review footage and see if I could catch anything from the last few hours. After a few minutes, I looked up to find Diamond still standing there and she had crossed her arms at this point.
“What can I help you with wife?”
Her eyebrow arched, “You just fingered me and put a hicky on my neck like we’re sixteen.”
“You’re right, I should have fucked your brains out like we’re in our thirties,” my hand moved to the bridge of my nose, and I rubbed. “I don’t think you should wait up for me tonight.”
Her eyebrow remained arched.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
If this was how she wanted things, then this was how I’d play it.
“I’m going to a hotel.”
“For?”
“At least until we go to Italy,” I shrugged leaning back in the chair.
The throbbing was getting worse by the second. The intensity of Diamond’s gaze was so strong I wondered if she were causing my pain.
“What? Until Italy…?”
“You heard me,” I replied. “And I think you should call your lawyer. You want a divorce…. it’ll be my pleasure…Ivy.”
Her mouth dropped open just slightly. I hardly ever called my wife by her first name. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d done it. It bothered the fuck out of her, and I could tell the moment it did. She gave a toss of her hair and then threw the two-carat diamond wedding band at my head.
“Go to hell, Thierry,” she rolled her eyes.
“Been living there,SWEETHEART!” I called after her, but she was long gone and hadn’t heard me.
