“Nadine, push 24 and 25 for three hours.” I pointed at the camera. “And I want this clip sent to Gennaro’s computer, now.” My eyes rolled at the DP as I started. “Only Gennaro’s.”
“Come on, Kid,” he said.
“Shut the fuck up.” My hand patted Nadine on the shoulder. “Shoot the rest till I get back.”
Maybe I wouldn’t be able to handle what he’d tell me, and my world would tumble down. But no matter how painful the truth was, I had the right to know it.
Scene 61
Mike
Mike ignored Maggie’s banging on his door, his thumb pressing buttons on the TV remote without thought.
“Mike, it’s just me. Open up.” She banged again, her little fists doing an impressive number on the locked door.
He turned up the volume, knowing it was only a matter of time before she used her key.
His eyes dropped at the key ring dangling from his lock as the door swung open, the glare of incoming sunshine sliced by one form. Her form. The body that had Mike Gennaro incapable of even faking a lustful emotion for anyone else. “I’m really pissed right now. Please go away.”
She stood in the middle of the room, her hands on her hips, the door shutting behind her.
“Please, go away,” he repeated, his eyes back on the TV, his nerves breaking one by one.
“Are you fucking her?”
Her voice, her accusation made him madder than a raging bull. Burning with something dark inside, he rose from the couch and held both her arms. “You think I’m cheating on you?”
She glared at him with eyes made of fire and not a speck of fear. “Answer the fucking question.”
A jolt of desire went straight to his cock.Madre di Dio. Even when she infuriated me!His feet pushed forward until he pressed her to the opposite wall.
He gripped on his rage and used it as a shield, for all he wanted was to rip off her clothes and fuck her against that wall. “I already answered you the first morning we were together. I made you a promise that I’ll keep for the rest of my life. If you ask me that motherfucking question again, Maggie—”
“What?” She pushed against him, her expression different. Not angry anymore. Relieved, yet defiant. “You’ll spank me?”
Another shot of desire. Fuck. “Stop it!” He forced her back against the wall. “Is this a game to you? Why are you trying to drive me nuts?”
“Why can’t you touch her?” she challenged.
“Because I can’t touch anyone else like that.” The veins in his neck throbbed. “Not when you’re right in front of me, especially when you’re the one holding a camera, asking me to grab some girl’s tits and show you how much I like it.”
“It’s acting. Not real.”
“You’re not the slightest bit jealous that Celine’s lips are kissing mine, that her hands will be all over my ass, that she’ll be naked beneath me?”
“No.”
He winced, his grip tightening around her arms. “If you love me like I love you, Maggie, you won’t say that, ‘cause I know if the roles were reversed, I’d flip.”
“Like I said, it’s not real.” She leaned forward. “But you don’t know the vile things I wanted to do to thatputtanellawhen she insinuated she wanted to fuck you, Mike, not Chuck.”
Something wild roiled inside him. It was hard enough resisting her when she swore in Italian out of jealousy. So she was worried he had eyes for anyone else? Well, he’d make damn sure she left here knowing she was the only one he wanted.
He smashed his lips against hers. Then he ripped her shirt off her, his mouth sucking her neck, giving her a hickey.
He traveled down her heaving chest, feasting on the scorching skin. His teeth bit her nipple against the sheer lace of her bra, and she moaned, her fingers wandering down to his belt.
He stopped her, pinning her hands to the wall. “How bad do you want it? How bad do you want my cock?”
