Another slap to the face, and I ground my jaw. The pain is an instant reaction to counteract, but Meirna’s golden brown eyes keep me balanced.
Her stubborn, prideful, and bruised ego over the fact that she’s been with me and didn’t know it.
It’s a bitch, I’ll admit.
However, we fit, and I’ve never experienced a connection with someone like I do with her. So much so that I know her anger is directed at me and herself. And if I have to take each one of her slaps to make her feel better, I will.
“Hit me harder, Meirna,” I grit, undoing the button of my dress slacks when she shoves at me again. “When my cock is out, you’re not getting free of me. You love Christmas. And I love fucking you around this time. It’s ourthing.”
I’ve never been punched in the side of the neck before.
I don’t know if she missed or purposely aimed in that vicinity, but I grunt and choke on a breath, which gives Meirna confidence that she’s going to win this thing.
Fat chance.
And it’d have to be a Christmas fucking miracle because I’m not stopping. Apparently, my Daydream needs to be reminded of what happens in the dark when we’re together. Under the guise of judgment and Bobby, where we blend and mold intoeach other.
Emotionally.
Physically.
Mentally.
Shit, spiritually, if you want to go there.
“I’mneverhaving sex with you again,” Meirna rants, plummeting my biceps and shoulders with her fists. “You should’ve told me.”
“And would that have made a difference? You were already six months into a relationship with my brother and passing around the ‘L’ word. I wanted you to live happily ever after. But that was before I figured shit out.”
Meirna delivers a blow to my ribcage when my cock springs free. “Too little, too late. I can take care of myself.”
She can.
But not with the mob shit. That’s my area of expertise.
With my palm, I shove Meirna back to her spine, earning her fingernails digging into my skin.
I’m pushing a line—another one. But I’m too far into the gray to give a flying shit. I’m second to Bobby? We’re about to see about that.
Capturing the wrist of the hand that’s currently piercing moon-crested marks into my skin, I position it over her head again and give her free rein of her other.
I position my cock to her entrance, and Meirna bucks up to keep me from penetrating. It only buys her a few seconds.
“I saidstop,” she bellows out, shoving at my arm so I lose my hold on taking her. “I don’twantyou.”
I’d say that’s a lie.
That she’s wanted me before. But I’m here to test that theory to its fullest.
If she wants Bobby, at the end of the day, that’s too fucking bad.
She’smywife.
And I’m not handing her back to the Hardings with the promise of ruining her entire life.
She can hate me.
She can despise what I’ve done and never let me off the hook.
