It sends me over the edge. I gasp and cling to Marco as my orgasm hits me. It’s so much better than any of the orgasms I’ve given myself. This connection with another human being… it’s the most alive I have ever felt.
I let myself rest my head on Marco’s chest. His heart is beating fast and yet, he looks so calm. How is he able to do that?
For the first time since I met Marco, I feel close to him. I feel… hope. Like we can make this work. Like I don’t have to fear and hate my husband. That we can be happy.
ThatIcan be happy.
That is until Marco pulls away from me and a cold, distant look covers his eyes.
“Marco?” I ask.
“Don’t ever sneak out to a club again. Don’t ever flirt with another man again.”
“Or what? You’ll do what you just did to me? Is that such a bad thing? Enjoying our time together?”
“No. It’s not a bad thing. But I still don’t trust you. Remember you are mine, Ciara. And stay in line.” He turns away from me with a stiff back.
I huff. “I can’t believe you. I thought…”
“You thought what?” His tone is hard and cold, making me flinch.
I thought we could have something but I don’t say it out loud. “Nothing,” I say instead. “It’s nothing.”
He nods once before walking away, leaving my body and mind confused once more.
Chapter Ten
Marco
Ican smell Ciara’s scent on my fingers. A little sweet and musky at the same time. What would it be like to taste her? To truly claim her as my own?
Ciara is a beautiful woman. That’s not the problem. The problem is: I don’t trust her at all. Not after I tried to make Giana Bianchi mine and she fell in love with the hitman I hired to kidnap her. Not after Ciara wanted her brother to kill me. Not after she flirted with another man on our honeymoon. I can’t trust her. I can’t fall in love with her just for her to betray me.
We have a marriage alliance and nothing more. No love and there never needs to be.
But that doesn’t stop me from taking a shower and jerking off with the image of Ciara’s face as she came in my mind. God, I want to see it again. I loved knowing I was the first to truly touch her like that. Her father did tell me he never let her date. I never used to care if a woman was a virgin or not. But there’s something powerful about being a woman’s first and I want that with Ciara.
I just can’t have it. Getting lost within her will make me forget my mission: to kill Enzo and Will. When I get back to New York, I need to make it happen. I just have to survive this week with Ciara.
God, what a long week it’s going to be.
Ciara is looking cute in her little nightgown when I come down for breakfast. She’s already eating – cereal and nothing more.
“You didn’t make breakfast?” I ask.
She gives me a look like I’m crazy. “Why would I make breakfast? I had a housekeeper all my life to make breakfast for me. I don’t know how to cook.”
“But you’re a woman.”
“So? You’re a man. You can cook for yourself.” She takes a big bite of her cereal. “I’m content with this. If you want me to dote on you, maybe don’t walk away after you touched me the way you did last night.”
So she’s hurt by it. That much is obvious. But why would she care? She wanted me dead and I’m assuming still does.
“Fine. I can make my own breakfast.” I grab out bacon and eggs from the fridge. I had someone stock the whole house so it was ready for us. After frying up the bacon and eggs, I sit down across from Ciara. She makes a point of not looking at me but instead her phone.
“Young people are always addicted to that thing.”
She snorts. “Young people? It’s not like you’re old.”
