Wow. He truly is an ass.
His mouth curves in a cocky smile, and I want to punch him in his smug, handsome face. At least if he keeps this up, it will be easy to hate him, and hopefully that will keep the attraction at bay.
“Five million dollars shows a hell of a lot of respect,” he adds. “You’d do well to remember it.”
“You’re lucky he wants you unmarked,” Dom barks, shoving me into the back of our Lincoln town car.
He’ll be in for one hell of a surprise then.
I scoot to the far side of the seat and briefly close my eyes, wondering what I did to deserve this kind of life. Dom slams the door behind him and instructs the driver to head for home. Before I can buckle my seat belt, he lifts me by the waist and sets me up on the seat on all fours. “But you’re still due a punishment for that stunt you pulled.” He shoves my head down onto the ripped weathered leather seat and forces my legs apart.
Shame slams into me knowing Bruno will bear witness to this because the privacy screen died last week, and there is no money to repair it. The old sleazebag will probably get off on it. Cool air washes over my scarred ass cheeks as Dom lifts my dress, bunching it at the waist.
“You nearly cost me five million dollars!” he bellows, ripping my cheap lace thong off my body. “I want to whip you bloody,” he threatens though he’s never physically beaten or lashed me. The sounds of his zipper lowering churns the acid in my stomach. I grip the seat firmly and retreat to that safe place in my head I always go to. His cruel words fade away as I zone out, and I barely feel his vile cock as it breaches my dry walls because I’m already someplace else.
3
FIERO
“You’ve gone mad,” Rico says, standing at my side at the curb as we watch the old Lincoln pull out onto the road. “I should have you committed. What the hell were you thinking?” Incredulity mixed with concern splays across his face.
“I have to have her,” I say, shrugging because I don’t know where this has come from except it’s instinctual.
“She’s not yours to have,” he argues as we jog across the road to where my car is.
“She’s all mine next weekend, and it’s agreed with her husband.” Slipping off my jacket and bow tie, I toss them on the back seat before climbing behind the wheel.
Rico shuts the passenger door with more force than necessary. “She doesn’t agree, Fiero, and that’s all that matters. It’s not like you to blatantly disrespect any woman. I don’t think you should start now.”
“She agrees, Rico,” I tell him, checking my mirrors before maneuvering out into the quieter nighttime traffic. “Her body was doing all the talking. She wants me as much as I want her.”
He buckles his belt and stares at me. “She’s right. You are an asshole.”
“I know, but I’m still doing this.”
“Why? Out of all the women you could have, why her?” He shakes his head. “I don’t understand it. You have never gone after any made man’s wife before. Why now?”
“I can’t explain it, but she sets my blood on fire. No woman has ever impacted me the way she does. One look from her, and I want to pillage and ravish every single inch of that gorgeous body.”
“Well, that’s just great.” He throws his head back and groans.
I chuckle. “Relax, man. You’re making a big deal out of nothing. I’ll bring her home next weekend and give her the weekend of her dreams. I’ll fuck this all out of my system and then send her back to her pig of a husband. She’ll be a fond memory I’ll think of from time to time.” The words feel all wrong as I say them, but I’m not delusional.
This is a one-and-done scenario.
I’ve never wanted more from any woman, and that’s not changing now.
Rico’s eyes bore into the side of my face, and I cast a quick glance at him. “If you truly believe that, then you’re as clueless as you are crazy and an even bigger asshole than I thought.”
I’m not surprised Bianchi is struggling to accept this. He worships the ground his wife Frankie walks on and he’s one of the legit good guys. “You’re overreacting. I’ll give her the time of her life. Take her out to the best restaurant and maybe a show. In between, I’ll worship her body, showing her more pleasure than that prick has ever given her. Any objections she has will be gone within the first hour, trust me. By the end, she’ll be begging me to keep her.”
He rolls his eyes. “If this is what you were like as a young man, I’m glad I wasn’t yourconsigliereback then.”
“I was worse. Way worse.” I flash him a wicked grin. “Man, the things Massimo and I got up to.” I waggle my brows. “Those were fun times.”
“If you say so.”
“I know you don’t get it because you got hitched to Frankie when you were barely out of diapers.”
