“Hey, boss.”
I glance up from my desk to find Nicky hovering in the doorway. “Yes?”
“Uh, we got a problem. Not sure how you want to handle it.”
“What’s the issue?”
He scrubs a hand over his face, hesitating. “It looks like your wife decided to do a little sunbathing on the main lounge, and she fell asleep.”
“And?” I lean back in my chair, irritation flickering through me.
“And…all she’s got on is one of those thong bikini bottoms. You know the ones that look like floss between the ass cheeks?”
My blood heats as he paints that fucking picture for me. “She’s topless?”
“Yeah.” Nicky stuffs his hands in his pockets, and I know what he’s not telling me is that he’s seen my wife’s tits. But on a vessel this size, he’s certainly not the only one.
“I’ve told the deck hands to avoid the area for now,” he adds.
“Cazzo.” I stab a finger in his direction. “You scrub that fucking image from your mind. You understand me?”
“It’s gone, boss.” He waves his palm in front of his face as if to prove he’s erased it. But who the fuck is he kidding? There isn’t a man on God’s green earth who would forget the sight of Abella’s tits.
I slam my computer shut and skulk my way up to the main deck, where I find her just as Nicky described. She’s lying on her belly—topless—a single black strip of fabric slicing down the center of her round peach of an ass. Floss was an accurate description.
Oblivious to the dark shadow looming over her, she continues her nap without a care in the world. I grab her by the ankle and yank her toward me. She shrieks, hair tumbling around her face as I toss her over my shoulder and cart her off.
“Angelo!”
“If you wanted my attention, Abella, all you had to do was ask for it.”
She curses me in Italian, and I smack her ass hard enough to leave a palm print. She lets out a little yelp that goes straight to my cock.
I told myself I’d give her time to cry over her precious fucking Matteo. But she effectively ended the ceasefire when she made me question a murderous rampage of every man on this yacht.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks.
“The bridge,” I tell her. “You wanted to put on a show for the crew. I’ll give them one they’ll never forget.”
“Angelo, no.” She acts horrified, but beneath that, her voice betrays her.
She might be too embarrassed to admit she likes the idea, but I’ve seen the books the little pervert reads. I know exactly what she likes. And if these weren’t men who got to see her every day, I might actually consider it. But anonymity will be a nonnegotiable when I fuck her in front of someone else.
The last thing I need is another asshole sniffing around her. She’s already proven she can’t be trusted, and slaughtering every man who looks her way is a full-time job. I should know, I’ve made a pretty good dent already.
“What’s the problem,cara?” I taunt her as I carry her up the stairs. “You already showed them your tits. Don’t you want them to see your pussy too?”
She starts to wriggle as I clear the landing and make my way to the bridge door.
“I’m sorry!” she blurts. “It won’t happen again, okay? I swear it.”
I pause outside the door, itching with the need to punish her. I’ve already made up my mind, but it’s still tempting to fuck her here to prove a point.
“Tell me why you did it,” I growl.
The tension in her body dissolves as she heaves out a sigh. “You know why.”
“I’ll need you to spell it out for me.”
