My jaw tightens as I grab her wrist and tug her forward until she collides with my chest. She lets out a startled gasp but those fucking eyes still burn with challenge.
“Così testardo(So stubborn).”
I take the phone out of her hand, but still keep a firm grasp on her other wrist. She tries to struggle but it only makes things worse. Her soft body keeps gliding against mine, and it sets a hungry fire inside me.
Her little moans of struggle aren’t helping either. My dick strains painfully against the teeth of my zipper. Fuck!
“Stay still.” I let out a hard breath and she freezes. Whether she feels my boner or not, I don’t care. The pulsing need to feel her bare skin against mine dulls, and I focus on the phone.
Matteo has already tapped her phone, so we can listen to all her conversations whenever we want. I’m here for the messages…even though I know she’s not privy to the workings of my mafia. Like the last time, the phone unlocks when I slide it open.
Still no password.
Navigating to the messages, I check for any suspicious ones, but there’s nothing. Just a few sneaky rendezvous from Elena and barely anything from Melanie.
I minimize the page and am about to return the phone when I see her notes app is also open, and minimized. So I click on it.
Hey Julian,
Surprisingly, my day was pretty good today…
I don’t even bother to read it till the end as anger surges through my chest.
“Who the fuck is this?” My fingers quake as I turn the screen to her.
For a second, silence hangs heavy between us. My heartbeat is oddly erratic, pounding in my ears, as the urge to kill overwhelms me.
Her face turns crimson, and I can feel my body vibrate. She quickly snatches the phone from my hand, holding it against her chest, and takes advantage of my weakened hold to step back.
There’s a nervous glimmer in her now bespectacled eyes as it lands anywhere but on me. Fuck.
“Answer me, goddammit!” My voice thunders through the garden.
With every second she wastes not speaking, gruesome images of what I’d do to that bastard barrel through my mind.
“I-it is not…” she trails off, fear swimming in her eyes. “It’s just an imaginary person who listens when no one else does.”
My breathing falters, but it doesn’t stop the rage inside me. I stride forward, eyes narrowing as I back her against the swing’s frame. My hand braces the side of her head. She swallows thickly, drawing my attention to her slender throat.
Before my mind catches up, I place my thumb on the side of her neck, dragging it to her chin before wrapping my hand around her neck loosely. Perhaps I shouldn’t be doing this, but there’s this overwhelming urge to brand myself into her mind more than anyJulianever could.
She clenches her eyes shut, and that annoys me even more.
“Look at me.” My voice comes out as a growl, which slowly turns into a rumble when she obliges.
“In this mansion…” I lean in close enough to taste her shaky breath. So close she can feel the heat of my words. “I’m yourhusband, your Don. The only man who has the right to your thoughts.”
She lets out a small whimper, the sound doing nothing to contain my arousal.
“If you ever try to give another man even a piece of you,” my voice reduces to a deadly growl, “I’ll destroy him in ways so deadly even the devil would flinch, and then I’ll make you watch until you understand that both your body and your mind...every fucking inch of you, is mine.”
Her eyes widen, every trace of defiance gone.
“Am I clear?” Sliding my other hand down, I grip her waist tighter, pressing her soft body flush against my hardness.
She nods shakily. I release my grip on her neck.
“Say it.”
