“That’s out of the fucking question. And I don’t ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again.”
“Why are you being so difficult? This isn’t real, Matteo!”
“You thought I’d be fine withmy wifecheating on me? What the fuck do you think is?”
“I don’t care how powerful you are! You will not force me to stay loyal to some bullshit, fake marriage while you run around New York, with God knows who, embarrassing me!”
“We’ve already gone over this, Francesca. I haven’t looked at or kissed – let alonefucked– another woman since we’ve met.”
“That was over seven months ago.”
Matteo’s jaw clenched as he took another step around the bed to get to me. I did the same, keeping the distance equal between us.
“You’re lying.”
“I told you I’ll never lie to you, Francesca. I’ve kept that promise.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“And I don’t intend to change my mind. Now, give me the motherfucker’s name or I’ll get it out of your mouth myself.”
Matteo rounded the final corner of the bed, now standing a couple feet in front of me, with nothing between us. I reacted on instinct, jumping on the bed to cross it on the other side.
Halfway across, he caught me the ankle and dragged me down the mattress. Then, he was pinning me down.
“I want a name.”
“No.”
“Francesca…”
“No!”
“If you don’t give me his name in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to put those handcuffs on you again and edge you all fucking night. No coming this time.”
“Matteo.”
“You think you can fuck with me and not get punished? We both know I can hold out longer than you so don’t torture yourself. I can make this happen all fucking month if you don’t give me what I want.”
“Why do you care?”
“Because you’re mine. You’ve been mine since you put your hands on me in your office. And then everywhere all over me in Vegas. When you put my ring on your finger and vowed to be mine forever. When you came on my face and hand forty-six times in the past two weeks. You’vebeenmine, Francesca. And I have been yours ever since you grabbed me by the collar in your office seven months ago. There’s no fucking doubt about that.” He breathed heavily, sending my pulse between my legs. “Now give me his fucking name.”
I sighed hard and shoved his chest, though he didn’t even flinch. I mumbled, “There is no Kyle. I made him up.”
A slow smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Thank you, baby.”
I scoffed. “You knew?”
“You should’ve picked a better name.”
“You’re sick!”
His hand slipped up my skirt, cupping me over my soaked panties.
“We both know you enjoy a little roleplaying, babygirl.”
I groaned, still a little whiplashed, as he kissed my neck.
