“No, you’re not.” I point at his obviously visible bulge. “Look.”
“You enjoy looking at my cock, don’t you?” he quips.
And now the blush truly begins to stain my cheeks red. “I do not.”
“Mm-hmm. Keep telling yourself that, and you might start to believe it.”
He winks. He actually fucking winks. And it would definitely make me swoon if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m ticked off.
I fold my arms. “What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Though I suppose I can ask you the same thing, considering you were the one who followed me into the shower in the first place.”
“I am just trying to—”
“What, Stella? You’re trying to what? Seduce me? Toy with my mind? My heart?”
I swallow away the lump in my throat.
Fuck. He caught me red-handed.
“I’m not—”
“Don’t try to deny it. I’m not foolish,” he interjects, placing the spray back down before walking closer to me. “And I thought you knew better than to play around with a mobster.”
“Fine,” I say, folding my arms. “But don’t pretend you’re not just as bad as I am.”
He snorts, then walks to his closet and picks out someclothes: a fitted black tee and some comfy shoes. Not at all as I imagined him walking around as a bossy Mafia lord. If I didn’t know any better and saw him walking on the street right now, I’d imagine he’d just be an employee at some fancy law firm getting some groceries or walking his dog. He blends in nicely, but he won’t fool me.
He clears his throat. “Are we done here?”
I frown. “No.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” he replies, and he walks out the door.
I rush after him. “So you’re just gonna leave me in your room?”
“Yes.”
I eye his pants. “And you’re just gonna walk out with a full-on boner?”
He makes a tsk sound. “I’d rather walk around with a boner the rest of my life than be used as a pawn in your game.”
I grit my teeth.
How dare he?
“You’re one to talk. From the moment we met, all you’ve done is use me to get revenge on Lucio. I stood at that altar with him against my will, and instead of saving me, you took me for yourself and made me your wife. You didn’t even ask what I wanted.”
He keeps walking, ignoring me, but I know he can hear me.
“You used me to get to him because all you wanted wasto avenge your mother, and I get that, okay?”
He races down the steps, and so do I.
“But your mother would disapprove of this, and you know it.”
He abruptly stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks me dead in the eyes. “Donotspeak about my mother.”
