He grumbles and grabs me by the hip, pulling me closer. “You know that isn’t what I meant.”
“Do I?” I tilt my head, staring up at him.
“I don’t want that kind of marriage with you.”
“What do you want, Luca?” I ask, my breath catching in my throat.
Ten
Dante
I slam the door shut, run a hand through my hair and pin my wife with a stare. I’d like to pin her with something else against the door, but she’s fuming, and that rage that’s focused on me is fucking hot.
Space isn’t a bad idea right about now, or else I’ll ravish her, and she might bite off my head—something no man ever wants to experience.
“I can’t believe you!” Nikki scowls at me, coming head-to-head, although she’s technically quite a bit shorter than I am. She stares up at me, her eyes wild, and I swear there’s steam emanating off her body.
The heat makes my pulse quicken, as does the desire in her eyes.
Her anger always betrays her body, making her lust for me.
I know every inch of Nikki. I’ve had every taste of flesh, inch by inch.
She’s mine.
Even her anger is mine.
We’re not so different.
Nikki was brought up by a father who ran an opposing mafia organization. He’s dead now. Can’t say I’m sad of that fact. He was a monster who sold his own daughter to me.
“Quit staring at me like that.” Nikki smacks my chest with her hand and pushes me backward. “You look like you want to pounce on me. You should be mad too!”
I take a calming breath. Not that it does much. “Mad about what?” I tilt my head slightly, staring at her with incredulous eyes.
Of course, I’m angry, reeling inside.
Luca and Harper are clearly at odds with each other. Throwing them together to wed so quickly may not have been the best idea.
Nikki wanted a swift wedding.
I just wanted Luca working for me.
A wedding was an added little bonus, because Harper is clearly fertile, and I’d like to see my son with an heir before I die.
“He despises her!” Nikki pulls away from me, pacing the length of my office. “I thought a February wedding would cut through the heartache and make them realize they still have feelings for each other.”
“It’s been a week, kitten.”
Nikki’s gaze tightens when I use the nickname that I’d given her years ago. Most times, she likes it, but right now isn’t one of those moments.
It seems I’ve angered my little kitten.
“Did they even share a bedroom last night?” Nikki asks.
“He carried her to bed sometime in the middle of the night. Cameras caught the interaction outside the bedroom.”
One of my men informed me this morning of the news.
