Any other time and I’d be turned on.
To be honest, I’m a little aroused right now, just being in his proximity does that to me, but I’m not about to offer up some sort of hate-fuck to satisfy him.
Not when anyone could walk by or Zeke could climb out of bed and witness his father fucking his mother on the study table.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’ll fuck me when and where I tell you,” Luca whispers into my ear. “Because we’re married.”
I roll my eyes and stomp on his toe.
“Ever heard of consent?” I growl at him. “Just because we’re married, doesn’t mean you get to demand when we have sex. So, go fuck off! You’ve become exactly like your father!”
Six
Luca
Harper knows the exact words to say to rile me up. Like an infection, her words plague me.
“I’m not my father,” I growl and step away from her.
She is right, though. I’d never force her to have sex with me.
Marriage.
That’s something entirely different. Neither of us had a choice, but I’d never force myself on her.
And I hate myself for nearly losing control, wanting to fuck her senseless and make her beg me to forgive her.
Because that’s all it would take to melt away my anger right now. Spending time with her, she gets under my skin, makes me want to forget why I hate her.
Although I’m not sure I can ever truly hate Harper Ricci. After all, she is my wife.
The word still feels foreign to me.
Only my closest teammates, the ones who are of mafia blood, know the truth—Liam and Ashton.
Everyone else on the team thinks I’m crazy for marrying Harper. But at least I don’t have to worry about us having any house parties. With Zeke under our roof, the partying days at our place are over.
Chase plans on hosting nights that we have a home game. When we win, there will be a party; when we lose, probably a sulkfest. He moved into the old place that I had last semester with our other teammates Rowan, Miles, and Brooks. They’re first years, and when they heard from Chase that they could move out of the dorms, they jumped at the opportunity.
After our terse study session, Harper and Liam are on the couch, Ashton and Nova sitting on the floor.
“Let’s play a game,” Nova says and sips her mocktail. At least I’m assuming that’s what she’s having, because all the alcohol has been hidden from her.
“What kind of a game?” Ashton asks, but there’s definitely hesitation on his behalf.
He’s not the only one feeling hesitant, because my little sister’s idea of a game isn’t something I’d necessarily want to partake in.
“Truth or Dare.” Nova is all smiles, and I feel like she’s up to no good. She’s probably trying to push Harper and me together.
No, thanks.
Harper is not my favorite person at the moment.
I can’t believe the nerve, her telling me I’m like my father, and Ashton comes in a rough second, tutoring my wife.
I should be over it. Rationally, I know he’s not hitting on her. He wouldn’t betray me like that, but I still can’t help but feel the jealousy building within me when I see the two of them together.
Laughing.
